“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Because if not…” I let my words hang in the air. I was only too eager to use the ties on her wrists. I pushed up her shirt, pulling it over her head, then kissed the top of her soft breasts, inching my way down. Her stomach, the tops of her thighs, her calves. Taking my time, watching her, the quick intake of breath, the tightening of her fingers.
At the center of her thighs, I nudged her legs apart, breathing onto her pussy, watching the goosebumps erupt over her flesh. I licked her underwear, and she let out a soft moan.
“No sound,” I said, meeting her glazed eyes. “No movement.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but thought better of it. I resumed my actions, gently pulling off her underwear, cupping them in my palm. As my tongue touched her clit, I shoved the panties in her mouth, and she moaned, loudly.
Bad girl.
With the ties, I quickly bound her to the headboard. “This should help,” I said. She whimpered, her mouth still stuffed with her own soaked panties. My cock twitched. She was hot. Unbelievably hot. Gagged. Restrained. Helpless. Mewling.
I teased her, achingly slow, licking up her sweetness, tonguing her most sensitive areas until she was a quivering, shaking mess. The instructions were out the window—they had only been an excuse for me to restrain her anyway. She pulled against the straps, but tried desperately to keep quiet. No moans. No groans. But a slight whimper. The sound of sucking in her breath. The tensing of her muscles. The perspiration on her skin. She was close.
I held myself above her, looking down into her face. Her mouth still full of her own panties, humiliated, but her eyes told a different story. She was hungry for more, eager to be at my whim, her eyes glazed with desire, surrendering without words. I pulled the panties from her mouth, then gripped her chin.
“You are beautiful, Mara Slate,” I said. And I kissed her, my tongue searching her mouth, slightly dry from the fabric, and yet she yielded to me, whining in the sexiest little moans, giving me everything she had.
I eased my cock inside of her, and she tensed again, a sudden inhale, thrusting her hips forward, leaning into me. Her warm body was eager for me, her legs quaking, but I would take my time with Mara. Every last second.
As I guided myself in and out, breathing in her ear, she relaxed slowly, letting go, giving in to the pleasure. She looked into my eyes, and I saw her. Only her. Only Mara. The woman who was always so sure of what she wanted. That she wanted me. Her wrists pulled at the ties, and I wanted to let them go, to feel her arms around me, and for an instant, I almost regretted the ties. But as I had that thought, she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me in deeper, her pussy squeezing me tight. I moaned, keeping myself quiet too. But she felt too damn good to resist.
With my knees on the bed, I pulled her legs to my chest, controlling the tempo of her hips meeting mine. We locked eyes, and when I felt her tighten, her eyes closed, her mouth opened, twisting, but trying so hard to refrain from noise, biting her lip, her body convulsing. I couldn’t resist any longer; I came too. Giving her pleasure like that, seeing her reduced to nothing but pleasure, made me feel like we would drown in it together.
