Sliding off the bed, Delilah's body was weak and drenched in sweat, but she managed to grab the handcuffs and crawl back over to where Donovan was waiting for her.

"Kneel," he said, caressing the side of her face and smiling, "You took my cock so well. It's like your pussy was made for me. Look at this mess we made on the bed, Queen. Do you think you can handle some more of this?"

"Yes, my king... "

Delilah was only partially hesitant now. She craved this man more than anything else and wanted to please him, but to her surprise, she was so equally satisfied that she wondered if he was being soft with her.

Either way, Delilah felt wanted and desired.

She didn't make it far when she felt Donovan's body slide over her backside, his length throbbing against her globes.

"Take what I give you.." Donovan whispered as he ran a hand down her back, gripping his girth and pushing inside of her pussy. With one hand, he continued to smack her ass, the other held her hip so she couldn't move out of his reach.

Delilah moaned as Donovan's cock continued to impale her over and over again, a relentless fitting that her body needed.

"Oh..." Delilah yelped when Donovan reached around and grabbed the cuffs, gently taking her arms and placing them behind her back, cuffing her wrists and hands together. Seated upright, she was flush with his chest as he kept thrusting in and out of her at a strong pace.

Oddly enough, the position and the cuffing didn't hurt. Delilah felt so good that she started to bounce up and down on Donovan's length,giving them what they both wanted.

"That's it.." Donovan smiled, "Give it all to me, my Queen... I want you to feel my cock nestled deeply inside of you."

Donovan had never been a huge fan of cuffing, but Delilah's fingers found his lower abs and she placed her hands there for leverage. Her touch sent him over the edge and an orgasm washed over him before he knew what hit him.

Delilah sobbed as she felt her body tingle and her own orgasm broke free, leaving her spent already.

Taking away the cuffs, Donovan rubbed Delilah's wrists and kissed them gently before lifting her into his arms and carrying her over to the bed.

"Whatever shall I use on you now, my queen?"

He glanced over at the table and smirked at the sight of the leather ropes.

"You didn't say no to being tied up.." Donovan said, "Get on the bed and spread yourself wide for me—on your back."

Delilah did as she was instructed while Donovan found the right ropes to the do the job.

"Are you looking at other men, Delilah?"

"Wh-what?"

"Is that what you do to make me jealous?" Donovan mused, walking back to the four-post bed and tying one arm to the bed post, then another, then a leg, then the other. He took his time, waiting for her to answer, "Delilah...naughty girls don't answer their kings. Are you being a naughty queen?"

"Yes..." Delilah smiled, "Yes, my King, and I want to be punished."

Donovan narrowed his eyes, his hardened cock bouncing as he watched her swollen pussy quivering with anticipation.

Crawling on to the bed, his tongue found it's way to her core—their combined juices tickling his senses as he feasted on her sensitive hole. Delilah writhed beneath him, unable to move much.

"We're going to use this oil, my queen, and I am going to apply a little bit of pressure on your delicate throat," he said, warming up the oil in his palms before coating every inch of Delilah's body, from her shins to her neck, "You will be able to speak, I promise. Tell me the safe word.."

He tossed the bottle away and slid on top of her, pressing his lubed finger into her tightness and finger fucking her while she moaned out her passion.

"Pirate.."

"Good girl.." Donovan said, replacing his finger with his cock almost immediately, "Good...fucking...girl.."

Every word was accentuated with his deep thrusts as he watched her closely, making sure his queen was well-fucked, but happy, comfortable, and safe.

Roaming her front body with his hands, Donovan found her neck and gripped the delicate column with ease. Delilah tensed at the sensation, but one look at Donovan's face told her she'd be alright.

Applying just a little more pressure, Donovan slipped in and out of her, watching as his coated cock took her crevice like it was meant to be there. He could live inside of her.

"Soon, you'll watch me go in and out of you, my queen....it's the most exquisite thing I've ever seen."

He watched her face as a small smile appeared. Her orgasm was close—she liked this and so did he.

He'd been scared she wouldn't like it a little rough, but his queen was strong.

"Come on my cock, Delilah...strangle the son of a bitch!"

Picking up the pace, Donovan's groans and Delilah's little mewls that could be heard beneath him echoed through the Red Room. Once he could feel her tight walls closing in, he closed his hand around her throat one last time and Delilah came, exploding all around him until she saw stars. He took his hand from her beautiful neck and pulled out, fisting his cock until come sprayed all over Delilah's stomach. Donovan kept stroking, moving up and straddling her chest while his seed spilled into her mouth as she opened up and took it without question.

No words were said, only the sound of their labored breaths were heard as Donovan untied her from the bed posts and carried her exhausted body to the Red Room showers.

"We're most certainly not done here, my Queen, but you need to be treated like royalty and I am the man to do that for you."