The leather bites into my skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me I’m absolutely trapped. I give in to it, letting her see that her hunger doesn’t scare me.
I’m not afraid of giving her the wheel. She already has me bound without the leather. I’m not going anywhere.
“Fuck me, Luna.”
She straddles my pinned thighs, giving me an incredible view—her flushed face, wide luscious hips, and sweet round belly. Every instinct screams at me to grab her and pull her down over me. But that’s not what she asked for. I fight the urge, letting her set the terms.
“Can I touch you?” I ask.
“Mm-hmm.”
I fill my hands with her soft, full breasts, her nipples dark and peaked like chocolate kisses. I pull her down to lick and suck hard on each one, listening to her thready moans.
She lifts my mouth for a deep kiss, her tongue swirling against mine. “Don’t come,” she murmurs, “until I tell you to.”
I’m not sure I have that much willpower, but for her, I’ll try.
Luna tests me at every turn, putting back on the vibrator ring and centering it on my shaft in buzzing strokes. Then lower, vibrating against my sac, the reverberations shooting through my body.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “I want you in my mouth.”
Christ. My eyes close for a moment of inhalation, steeling myself for the wet heat about to swallow me. And still I jerk hard when she takes me in with a slow, easy suction, her lips workingin a savoring rhythm aimed to drive me out of my mind. I cup the back of her neck, looking down at her dark curls and sweet mouth wrapped around my dick.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I say hoarsely, wanting to thrust, but can’t.
My bound thighs tense and strain, the pressure a rolling boil. She takes me deep, to the back of her throat, pumping me in her soft, firm grip. The toy is a nonstop buzz.
“Luna,” I warn, tugging her hair with enough force to let her know I’m about to lose it.
She pulls off me with a wet pop and licks my taste from her lips. “Yum,” she teases with a grin.
“I’m barely holding on,” I rasp, telling her what she already knows.
“I got you, boo.” She crawls back up my body, straddling my hips again. Letting me feel her wetness. Then, bracing her hands on my shoulders, her curls falling forward to brush against my beard, she sinks down until I’m throbbing inside her. Our breaths quicken, tangling between us in the quiet room. She swivels her hips in a torturous grind, before rising into a fully seated position and starts riding me… hard.
Every single sensation is amplified. The slap of her ass against my bound legs. The wet friction of her sliding up and down my length. The ridges of her inner walls gripping me. I’m completely anchored to the mattress, reduced to nothing but a spectator to her heavy breasts bouncing every time she lifts and lowers over me.
Luna doesn’t hold back. She takes exactly what she wants, her pace turning wild, desperate, and utterly relentless. Trapped beneath her, I grab hold of her hips moving like pistons as she drives us both toward the edge. Her core clamps down on me, hot and tight, milking me with the velvet vice of her body.
I bring my thumb to her clit.
She cries out, her voice breaking as her head throws back, her body shuddering as a massive orgasm takes her. “DK. Come for me.”
The sight of her unraveling under her own power is the final fuse. I throw my hips up into her as much as the leather allows, and let go. I erupt inside her, a thick, heavy release, the pleasure so intense my vision goes black and my body stays suspended in the heat of her contractions.
Luna collapses against my chest, her skin damp with sweat, her breath catching in the shallow pulls against my neck. I wrap my arms around her trembling body, holding her as our heartbeats hammer in a furious rhythm. We lie there for a long time, tangled together in the aftermath, letting the storm pass.
Slowly, she stirs, her head lifting, her eyes still clouded. She kisses my mouth, then slides down to my legs. I watch her untie the leather straps, her touch careful as she unbuckles the cuffs and rubs gently over the faint indentations left on my skin.
The relief is instant, but the absence of the restraints only confirms what I already knew: I’m completely captive to her anyway.
She curls into my arms. I turn us onto our sides, facing each other beneath the amber glow of the lamp, drawing her thigh over my hip.
“Thank you for giving me that,” she whispers. “For letting me be myself and never making me feel judged.”
“I love who you are, Luna.” I brush a damp curl away from her cheek. “I love you.”
A shiver moves through her. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable in a way that clutches my chest. Not with doubt or even surprise. Just open enough to receive it.
