He put her down again. Her legs were weak. Her body was shaking and sweating.

“Now I am going to fuck you. This is our final dance tonight.”

He let loose the binding of her stomach. She was bound again only by her wrists above her head. He turned her around, her face against the rough wooden pole. Bent at the waist, she was vulnerable to him. He gripped her ass in both hands, thumbs at the crack. He pressed into her. Slowly. His belly against her butt, he slowly withdrew and then thrust hard into her. He repeated this several times, breaking the rhythm so that she could not anticipate the thrust. He withdrew completely, his head at her opening just out of reach. He dove in, pushing her into the post. He then proceeded to increase his thrusting, building a rhythm. His hand reached for the hair, knotting around her locks. He pulled her head back and fucked her hard. As she began the longest of her orgasms, the hardest of the night, he began bursting inside her.

He ripped off the night mask and her eyes adjusted to the new use of sight. She heard clapping and looked around at several out-of-focus faces as she came completely undone, as he came inside of her… She was His.