"I-I didn't say I didn't want it..." Spencer finally admitted to herself and out loud. Even though this loss of control scared her, it was thrilling in a good way. It felt...nice, to allow the weight of control lift off he shoulders. The only problems were she wasn't used to giving up control to another and her mind was struggling against that, and she still didn't trust the dark witch that had her as a captive. Hearing the promise of pleasure though helped ease her tension. "I...I am a good girl." She conceded.
As she got her wish and Carrow thrust hard into her, Spencer let out a strangled cry, laced with both pain and pleasure. Each time the woman thrust into her, Spencer's hips arched to meet Carrow's. feeling the sudden and unexpected lips on hers, Spencer eagerly kissed back, her mouth submitting but matching Carrow's as she easily parted her lips for Her professor's tongue.
Spencer answered Carrow's moan with one of he own. As the dark witch sped up her thrusts, Spencer rolled her hips up in time. Her fingers curled and gripped tightly around the ropes that bound her down and strained against them, her body aching for contact with the other woman's. she continued the kiss hungrily, not caring that she was lightheaded from the lack of breath. She was more than willing, it seemed, to sacrifice breathing if it meant keeping up this pleasure.