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It’s her turn to burst out laughing. As I approach her, I gently pull her head back with her hair and lower myself to kiss her neck.
“And since you put it like that, I promise I’ll make you orgasm so many times that when you leave this room, you won’t be able to walk straight,” I add before tightening my grip a little more and making her moan as she rests her hands on my chest.
One of the biggest surprises about Emily is that she loves to be told what to do in bed. A strong and determined woman in everyday life, she turns into a docile submissive in intimate moments, and the idea alone makes me almost reach orgasm.
I lead her to the foot of the bed and leave her there, moving away a few steps and observing the cotton summer dress she wore on the flight here and the high-heeled sandals that slenderize her long legs.
“Take off your clothes,” I order her.
And the anticipation I read on her face is my ticket to hell, first class to the circle of lust. When she looks at me with those eyes that beg me to do everything I want to her perfect body, all reason abandons me, and instinct takes over.
She takes off her clothes slowly as she looks at me, letting them slide to the floor. First the dress, then the underwear. With a nod, she silently asks me if she should remove her sandals. She knows I like to see her naked but with her shoes on. And that’s Emily—always attentive to her surroundings and always ready to learn.
“Leave them on,” I say as I walk toward the drapes hanging from the bed and pull out one of the fabric ropes that holds them together.
Emily’s eyes betray her surprise, and when I reach her, she is quivering with anticipation. I stop in front of her, close enough to leave her no room to escape. Her eyes are fixed on the rope in my hand, and when I slide it slowly across the skin on one side of her breast, she closes her eyes and moans.
I grab her chin between two fingers and force her to raise her face to mine. “Look at me.”
She opens her eyes, and my whole world turns upside down. She is offering herself like a virgin at the altar. She knows her body and mind are mine, at least for this moment. The feeling of power that grows inside me is almost overwhelming, and I smile like a predator in front of his favorite dinner. She knows it, understands it, and trembles slightly under my touch. Instinctively she brings her hands to her breasts to cover herself, but I grab her wrists firmly and wrap them in the rope. Not tight to hurt her but enough to prevent her from moving. She widens her eyes and stares at me as I raise her arms and tie her to the high beam of the four-poster bed.
Whoever invented these beds must have had at least ten positions in mind to tie his woman up and make her orgasm until she shouted his name.
I move away and lean against the wall, watching as her breathing gets shallow, and she’s unable to move, to escape, to avoid my gaze. Her eyes stare at my face, the smug smile and desire shining through. She’s my prey, my feast, my favorite meal, and I’m going to take my time enjoying every inch of that perfect skin.
Her fingers cling to the rope that imprisons and supports her at the same time. When I step closer, she holds her breath, and when I bend to suck a nipple between my lips, a moan escapes her lips. I lick, bite, and suck every single part of her body, going lower and lower until I’m kneeling in front of her.
I look up at her as my tongue tastes the juices of her pleasure between her folds. Her taste is like a drug I can’t live without, and when I lick her a second time, her groan undoes me. She pushes her hips toward me, toward my mouth. I can only feast on her pleasure.
I grab her leg and rest it on my shoulder, granting me access to her intimacy without her being able to stop me. My lips search for her skin, my tongue for her taste in such desperation that her orgasm explodes, making her scream my name. Her legs tremble, but I don’t move from my spot. It’s not enough. I want more. I want to savor her until I satiate myself.
Another moan escapes her lips, like she’s praying my name, and when a second orgasm shakes her, I take my time to admire her perfect body shivering under my touch. It’s such a gorgeous sight my erection hurts, straining against my pants.
I get up, leaving her panting and looking at me while I undress slowly, savoring every gesture with anticipation. Completely naked in front of her, she fixates on my erection like it’s her only desire. I grab a condom from my wallet and lift it up in front of her with a grin. We’ve never used one in the past, but I want it to be her decision to continue down this road. Up to this point, she’s been in a position to stop me, physically, from entering her without protection. She’s never been so powerless as she is now, and as much as I like the control, she needs to make the call. She’s the one who lets me play out this fantasy, and she can decide when and how to stop it.
She looks up at me and reads the silent question. She shakes her head, no indecision in her gesture, so I drop the condom on the floor and get closer. I take her face in my hands and sink my tongue between her lips in a kiss that takes my breath away and touches my soul at the same time.
I slide my hands over her ass and squeeze, savoring her every curve before lifting her off the bed and sliding her onto my erection. I stay still for a heartbeat to enjoy her warmth, then bring her legs around my hips and sink into her with firm lunges. Deeper and deeper, I want to make her mine, marking her in the most intimate part of her soul.
“Evan. Evan. Evan.” Her whisper is like a prayer. Her moans get lost in the slapping sound of our bodies colliding. Another orgasm shakes her as she groans.
I reach for her wrists and free them from the rope. I push her onto the bed, and she falls on her back. I grab her hips and turn her around on her hands and knees. I sink back into her, squeezing her hips to stop her from falling under the thrusts I can no longer hold. All the control I’ve imposed on myself over the years collapses into Emily’s body, and my world turns upside down as I grab her hair and drag her to my chest.
With one hand around her neck and one arm wrapped around her belly, I glue her back to my chest and sink into her, reaching an orgasm that makes my legs tremble.
I’m so exhausted I can’t hold myself up any longer, and slowly collapse on the mattress with her underneath me, panting, spent by the pleasure that consumed her.
“Holy shit!” she whispers.
A little laugh escapes me as I slide on my side and pull her to me, kissing her neck, shoulder, and back.
“Think it’s only five in the afternoon,” I murmur in her ear before biting her lobe.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow or the next few days.” She laughs in disbelief.
“That’s the idea,” I chuckle as she turns to me and rests her hands on my chest.
“Is that your new life mission?” she asks with a smile, but her tone has a hidden request. I think she wants to understand where she and I are going, personally, not professionally.
