As his own arousal grew, he wanted more himself, and listening to her beg for it was making him feel powerful and how did she do it? Leaning forward, he caught hold of her hair, twisting it around his hand, and with the other hand he pulled on her arms, lifting her off the bed so he could pull her into him with each thrust. His pace picked up, and he groaned under his breath.
“Good girl, so good,” he grunted out, fucking her faster, the feeling of her around his cock just perfect.
Luna gasped when he dragged her up by the hair, by her bound arms, and the whimpering sounds she made were pathetic and needy. “Yesss,” she told him, hearing the heaviness of his breathing, feeling her own snatched out of her lungs to match. She wanted to feel like nothing more than a doll for his pleasure, pounded into without regard. “Make me feel it.”
Well if that's what she wanted… He pulled back harder on her, fully focused on getting his own enjoyment out of her. The slap of their hips and the grunting of breath filled the air. He was close, so close- he let go of her arms and wrenched up on her hair so he could grab her breast instead, rolling the flesh clumsily between his fingers.
Just before he climaxed, he abruptly dropped her and pulled out, and while she was reacting to that, he took his cock in hand and came across her arse and thighs with a groan, placing a heavy hand on her back to hold her down until he was done. “Good girl, Luna, good girl,” he puffed, and wiped his hand off on her hip.