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A long silence. “Touch me.”
I slowly guide her to lie on her back as I crawl on top of her, taking her pink nipple in my mouth. Sucking and tugging on her perfect flesh as her soft moans begin to fill the room. Zoe’s back arches up to me as I tug and pull on her other nipple with my fingers before switching sides.
Zoe writhes, grinding her needy little pussy against my leg.
Grasping her outstretched throat firmly, I delicately trace my tongue along the indentation between her breasts, gradually ascending toward her neck and jawline. Pausing at her tender, swollen lips.
“Such an impatient little pet.”
She cradles my cheek as her fingers explore my face. Grabbing the back of her neck, I shove her body up close to the headboard. Spreading her out, I grab her arm and wrap the dangling rope around her small wrist, ensuring it’s not too tight.
“Does that feel okay, or is it too tight?”
“No, it’s perfect.”
Swinging my leg over, I tighten the rope around her other wrist, restraining her upper body to the bed. I decide to leave her ankles unbound, knowing I’m going to enjoy watching her twitch and squirm, rubbing her thighs together in hopes of finding some sort of relief but having no such luck.
I trace my knuckles down her stomach, moving atop the thin material of her panties, smiling when I feel them already ruined. Zoe moves to close her legs, but I grab her thigh.
“I will command your orgasms tonight. You won’t come until I tell you to, and when your needy pussy can’t take any more, you can beg me for release.”
“I don’t beg,” she rasps.
Chuckling, I hover overtop her, feeling her nipple brush against my shirt, taking in the state of her perfect body, bound and blindfolded for me like an offering.
“You’re soon going to regret saying that,” I whisper against her nipple, just before biting down with enough pressure to make it pleasurable. Zoe jerks her arms, making the bed protest loudly.
“Fuck,” she screams.
I drag my tongue down her stomach, sucking and biting on the sensitive flesh close to her navel. She squirms underneath me, chewing on her lips as she tries to hold back her moans.
“I wish you could see yourself right now. So fucking perfect lying here, your body already searching for release. But we haven’t even started yet.”
Dragging my tongue farther down, I trace her perfect pussy with the tip. Licking down her core with enough pressure to cause her to tremble.
Zoe’s moans echo in the room as I drink her up. “You’re soaked.”
“Oh my God,” she moans loudly, the sound going straight to my dick.
This woman will be the death of me.
“That’s right, baby, I’m your god tonight. And you’ll only call out to me, little butterfly. Because I’m the only one who can give you what you want.” I collect the wetness crawling down her inner thighs on my two fingers, moving up overtop her as I coat her lips in her juice, as if I were applying lipstick.
“Lick your lips, baby. See how good you taste.”
She does as I say, her tongue darting out to get a taste of her own juice on her lips.
Tightening my grip around her thighs, I pull them wide apart as I dive in, feasting on her like a starved man. Licking and sucking on her clit, tantalizing it into my mouth as I drive my tongue inside her.
“Oh…my…fucking…God.”
As the rope tightens, I hear the faint creaking, a symphony of anticipation. The animal within me stirs, yearning to break free. But I rein it in, reminding myself of the endless night ahead. My gaze remains fixated on Zoe, absorbing her every reaction, longing for her delicate fingers to become entangled in my hair. My desire for her burns in a way unlike any other. In this space, it has always been about play and pleasure, nothing more, nothing less. Yet, with Zoe, it's always been different. The intensity of our connection somehow reaches far beyond the physical. How does it feel this way with her and no one else? Why did I ever believe that sex would tame my desire for her? If anything, it seems to have the opposite effect.
Taking my fingers, I press them at her entrance, toying with her while my tongue continues to play with her. Her chest is heaving, toes curling as she whimpers, refusing to beg me for it.
That’s when I remove my fingers entirely, drawing one last final lick up her before sitting back on my ankles.
“Don’t stop, please,” she mewls pleadingly.
