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“Open my pants and take my cock out,” I tell her, knowing I need help taking the edge off if I’m going to last any amount of time tonight. Her hands lift from her legs and slide up my thighs. Her eyes are staring up at me filled with desire, and my control almost snaps.
She’s a fucking temptress.
My belt clanks as she pulls the buckle free and slowly opens my pants. She doesn’t need to reach inside to pull me out because it’s been straining this whole time where I had it resting against my stomach. The band on my boxers wasn’t strong enough to hold it in place and with the zipper no longer in the way, my cock springs out in her face.
The way her eyes widen and a smile pulls at her lips has me transfixed. When we fucked before, she didn’t get a good look at me. Now though, I’m inches from her face, my head doing a good job straining for her mouth as pre-cum beads at the tip. She licks her lips and I catch her chin as she tips forward.
“No, Remi. I didn’t say you could put your mouth on me.” I put a little disappointment in my tone. She was doing so well. Hopefully, this reminds her before I have to start bringing punishments into it. I really don’t want to. I want this experience to be all about pleasure and praise. I don’t think she gets enough of it with the others, and I want to be the one to give it to her.
She drops her hands from where they were holding my pants open and puts them back on her knees. Her eyes are on mine, simply staring at me, awaiting my next instruction. She’s trusting me to have control right now, to keep her in the moment.
“Good girl,” I purr, pleased with her reaction. You never know when you might get her bratty side. “Now open that pretty mouth of yours and stick your tongue out.”
She does exactly as I say and another drop of pre-cum joins the first. I quickly fist my length and squeeze as I run my hand to the tip, holding my head right above her tongue and encouraging the liquid to drip. It pools on the center of her tongue, but she doesn’t move, holding it there so I can see her savoring the small taste of me.
My thumb swipes her cheek in a caress and her eyelids flutter. I absolutely love how responsive she is to my touch, and can’t wait to explore it. “Go ahead and taste me, Remi,” I tell her, giving her permission to swallow. Her tongue disappears and I can tell she doesn’t swallow it right away. Such a dirty girl.
“Do you want more?” She fervently nods her head, swallowing a second time as she drools with anticipation of sucking on my hard cock. “Beg me.”
Her eyes go wide, and her thighs squeeze together. I even see a small tremor go through her body with my command. “Please, Grayson, I need your cock. I need your huge cock slamming into my throat, bruising it as you try to force more of it in my mouth even though you’re too big.”
Fuck! That was more than I bargained for. My heart pounds in my chest and I hope I don’t embarrass myself by coming with her first touch. “Suck my dick, baby.” The words are barely out of my mouth and she’s already grasping the base of my cock, holding it steady to sink her mouth around it. My tip disappears past her lips and the sensation of her tongue flicking against it has me moaning.
She bobs her head along my length before popping off and staring into my eyes. I watch as she spits on my cock and uses her hand to spread it over my length, trying to make it easier to slip in her mouth. Her other hand moves to my balls as her mouth returns to my cock, working them with skill.
“Just like that. Fuck, your lips look so good wrapped around my cock. I could watch you do this all day.” She hums her pleasure and speeds up, using her hand to chase her lips on the length she isn’t able to swallow.
My hands dip into her hair, holding her head and helping her move back and forth. She constantly changes the pattern of her tongue and the pressure of her sucking. The whole package paired with how much I’ve been needing to have her again—it has me hurtling toward the edge. This is why I needed her to do this, so I can focus on her pleasure the rest of the night.
Before I know it, that tingling sensation announcing I’m about to come shows up. “Take my load like a good girl, Remi. Fuck! Yes, that’s it. Take it for me.” I have to reach a hand out to steady myself on the dresser next to us and hold her head in place with my other. “Swallow my cum, baby. Swallow it all.”
By the time I finish coming and release her head, she’s panting and out of breath. Spit covers her swollen lips, but she doesn’t move to wipe it away, sticking to my instructions of only doing the things I tell her. “I love your mouth. You’re so good at sucking my dick, like you were made for it.”
I slowly take my shirt off and tilt her head back before using it to wipe her mouth clean. Her lips are such a temptation, and I have to kiss them. My hand wraps around her throat, and I use it to haul her to her feet and wind my arm around her waist to hold her against me. Her hands stay by her side, not touching me since I didn’t give her permission.
When I kiss her, she lets out a content moan, permitting me entrance the moment my tongue swipes across the seam of her lips. My hands travel up and down her arms before running over her sides, teasing her with my touch as much as possible. I don’t kiss her for long though, knowing there’s somewhere else I want to kiss even more.
Dragging my lips away, I press my forehead against hers, staring into those gorgeous blue eyes. I’m so lucky to have this woman. I smile at her knowing our fun is only beginning. I step away and pull a drawer open, reaching inside and removing the rope I put in it earlier. She watches me with desire, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. She wants me to tie her up almost as much as I do.
I run the soft rope along her clavicle and between her breasts, before walking around her body and standing at her back. Not ready to use the rope yet, I set it on the dresser and gather her hair into a ponytail in my fist. With her neck exposed to me, I leave a trail of kisses, starting right below her ear until I reach the tip of her shoulder. Her head tilts to the side allowing me all the access I need.
“This is so sexy on you,” I tell her, slipping a finger under the strap of her bra. I glide it over her shoulder before running my finger over the lace, doing a good job of displaying her perfect tits. “But I think you’re even sexier.” I reach my other hand around and unclip the bra from between her breasts. Her breath catches as I expose them fully, her nipples pebbling from the cool air instantly. It’s a beautiful sight to behold from where I watch over her shoulder.
Wanting it out of my way, I throw the bra on the dresser and run my fingertips over both her arms. Her head leans back on my shoulder, sticking her chest out in the process drawing my gaze to her nipples. I can tell they ache to be played with, but that has to wait for later.
Gathering her hair again, since I got distracted before, I work it into a bun on her head and use the elastic I stole from her earlier to hold it in place. “Arms behind your back, gorgeous.” She does as I say and I help situate them exactly as I want them, then I pick up the rope and unravel it.
The black cord contrasts with her pale skin and partners well with the black straps holding the maroon lace in place on her panties. Soon enough she’ll only be wearing the garter, tights, and my rope. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get some still shots from the video feed Cole is saving because I need to revisit the sight of her for years to come.
She stands still as I wrap the rope around her arms several times before making a knot and running it around her body below her breasts. The only sound accompanying the rope is her slight moans and steadily increasing breaths.
By the time I’m done, I have her in an adapted star harness that includes the arms. “Perfect,” I rumble. “I don’t need you trying to take control of things again. Even if I did deserve it last time.”
Standing in front of her once more, I allow my hands to cup her breasts. I tease her hardened nubs with my thumbs and stare into her eyes, letting her really see me. “Tell me, baby. Which part were you most disappointed in last time?”
She sucks in a sharp breath as if I’m asking her a trick question. After a moment of studying me, she finally answers. “That you seemed to be the take charge kind of guy who knew how to please a woman, but then every time you got my hopes up, you’d come off as wimpy.”
“At least I can have full confidence in my acting skills. It was torture going against my every instinct with you,” I admit. “How am I holding up this time?” I guide her by the hips until her breasts are pressed against my bare chest, then wrap my arms around her, running my hands over the rope, admiring my handiwork holding her in place. Then I turn my attention to her plump asscheeks, trailing my hands down her sides, leaving goosebumps in my wake, until I reach my prize and squeeze them, kneading with an expert flourish.
