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“Open your eyes.” I’m so content and it feels like I have sandbags on my eyes. “Open, birdie.”
I shake my head.
“That’s okay, birdie.” I hear the smile on his lips. “But no orgasms for you if you can’t open your eyes.”
Immediately, my eyes snap open as I whine in protest.
“Ahh. There she is. There’s my good girl.” He smirks. “You really want that orgasm, don’t you?”
I nod vigorously.
“Do you want my fingers or a good fuck?” he asks.
“Fuck,” I garble out.
He walks over to grab a water bottle and returns to lift it up to my lips. I gulp down the cool liquid and look him firmly in the eyes.
“Fuck me.” My voice is strong this time. “Fuck me hard, Sir.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Alvie tugs his shirt off in that one-handed, sexy way that men do in the movies, which makes my mouth dry and my pussy wet.
Slowly, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans to reveal his thick cock. He takes his time, pumping his length before coming to stand between my parted legs. He skims the head up and down my slit and my head drops back with a groan.
Each time he grazes my clit, my hips jolt up and the entire suspension rig gives before pulling taut against my skin once more. Each rub of the nylon rope against my body reminds me of the love and care that he put into supporting me.
That he always puts into supporting me.
After teasing me until he’s fully hard, and a lot of whining for his cock on my part, he finally pushes the first few inches into my pussy. The way he fills me feels like being whole after a piece of you was lost for so long.
He starts off with slow strokes in and out of me before he picks up his pace and the thrusts turn punishing. It’s like he’s losing himself in me, my cunt, and I sink into the feeling of being fucked roughly.
His grip on my hips is tight, and the rope rig helps him use gravity to pull me onto his dick, each time harder and deeper than the last.
The orgasm sneaks up on me and before I can warn him, I’m coming around his cock. He doesn’t give up on his pace, though, and moments later, he’s following me over the edge.
“Fuck!” he calls out as his cum fills me.
I love how he feels in me, my cunt pulsing around his throbbing cock as he comes down from his release. He’s leaning forward, hands on the support beams of the suspension rig, breathing hard and smiling down at me.
When he withdraws, my pussy flutters. But I want him to fill me once again.
I can feel his release, mixed with my own juices, running out of me, dripping onto the floor below.
After he’s steadied himself, he walks over to grab the package of baby wipes to clean me up. The entire time he goes about the task, his hands drift over my skin in reassuring strokes.
When he’s satisfied, he leans down and places a kiss on my center. A flutter of desire runs through my body, despite all the fun we just had.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yes.” I breathe out heavily. “Can you untie my wrists first? My shoulder feels tight.”
“Birdie, you should have said something.” He frowns, walking around and quickly untying the rope around my wrists.
Alvie’s ritual whenever we finish a scene is always the same. He cleans me up quickly, releases me from whatever contraption I may be in, and settles me into bed or on a couch with a blanket and water before he goes about cleaning up the play space and the equipment he uses. When all is said and done, he will join me in bed to cuddle and talk through the scene and our emotions when I’m ready.
When he gets me down from the rig, I study him as he relaxes into the ritual.
