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I pushed her body up against the glass of the shower, and I trapped her wrists above her head with one hand. With the other, I squeezed her ass while I pushed my hard-on up against her stomach.
“You know, I was jealous of that dickwad you tied to the bed.” My voice was low and deadly serious. I imagined her body over mine, her grinding on me. She was the only person I’d ever concede that power to.
“Oh, really?” she asked with a coy smile. That admission absolutely delighted her.
“Mhmm,” I said as I placed my lips to her neck.
“I’d hate for you to feel jealous of some loser. Let me go, and I’ll make it up to you,” she said with an irresistible grin. I couldn’t wait to watch her try.
I released her wrists, and she smiled. She grabbed my wrist and gave my arm a hard tug. She pulled me to the bed and then pushed me down on it.
“Get in the center,” she commented, and I obliged, grinning like an idiot. She was so fucking sexy I couldn’t help it. She was a bewitching siren, and I was totally caught under her spell, trapped in her song.
She grabbed my wrist and pulled the ropes she used out of the nightstand. She wrapped the rope around my wrists. I pulled against the bindings, and they held strong.
“Color me impressed,” I taunted.
“Just one of many, many skills,” she teased as she ran her finger across my collarbone. “What did you think about the gun? Too much?”
“Nah, that was sexy as shit too, added to the effect,” I said with a smirk. She leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out the Glock she kept hidden there. She flipped on the safety, cleared out the clip, and cleared the weapon, all within my view.
“I’d rather be safe than sorry,” she said with a smirk. She pressed the cold steel against my cheek and ran it down, over my neck. “Did you like this?” she asked seductively, her voice dropping lower.
I nodded and closed my eyes. The cold metal moved even further south, and it trailed over my pecs. She straddled me, her center sitting on my abdomen. “Why are you all the way up here?” I asked as I looked up at her. Her perfect tits were near my face, and I wanted a taste. I licked my lips, and she smirked.
“Because this is supposed to be tortuous. Now stop talking. I’m the one that asks the questions,” she said, and then she slapped me. The sound echoed around the room, and my dick flexed. I was definitely going to enjoy this.
She turned around and bent forward so that her face was directly over my raging hard-on. At this point, it was painful, and I thrusted my hips upward to bring it closer to her face. Her perfect peach of an ass was pointed up into the air. I wanted nothing more than to grab her by her thighs and bring it to my face so that I could lick her clean. Instead she remained far out of my reach. I could smell her arousal, though.
Her breath teased the skin of my shaft, and I let out a groan.
“For the love of God, swallow me or when I get free from this rope, which I will, I’ll punish you until you can’t walk straight,” I demanded.
“So testy,” she teased, and then her tongue delicately touched me. I grunted. The small touch wasn’t nearly enough.
“You think you can break those ropes, big boy?” Her husky tone went straight to my dick, which flexed right in front of her.
“I’m sure I could, but I’m not sure you want to find out.” I might like pain, but I didn’t think she would, not real pain.
She turned her face forward and placed her lips on my shaft, and then she took me in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down while I stared at her ass. It taunted me with its jiggle. I imagined smacking it hard. I thrusted my hips upward, forcing her to swallow me deeper. I heard her gag and backed off slightly. Her hand cupped my balls, and they tightened. I let out a deep groan—I had to think about cute puppies to keep myself from blowing my load right then and there.
“Get on me,” I demanded.
“I thought I was supposed to be in control here,” she countered. She turned her head over her shoulder to look at me, and her eyebrow was arched.
“Oh, you are. You get to decide if you do what I demand. But you face the tortuous consequences if you don’t.” Just for good measure, I tugged hard on the ropes and loosened them slightly from the brute force. The headboard groaned from the show. Her eyes widened slightly, and then she turned her body back around. She sat on my thighs and waited to hear what I wanted next.
“Bring your ass over here and sit on my face. You have thirty seconds to get nice and wet for me,” I told her. Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she climbed up my body. Like the good girl she was, she did as I demanded. I used my tongue to pleasure her, starting soft and slow. I didn’t have the use of my hands, but I didn’t need them anyways. I had her mewing and clawing at my scalp as the tip of my tongue traced circles on her clit. Her body rocked as she let out breathy pants. At twenty-six seconds, her body clenched tight and she leaned back as the orgasm washed over her. Her lean body and perfect tights were a sight as she removed her pussy from my face. I licked my lips at her delicious taste.
I gave her exactly ten seconds to breathe before I gave her another command. “Now sit on my dick.”
She scooted backward and positioned herself on top of me and then lowered herself. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and I locked my muscles as I enjoyed the tightness that enveloped me. She immediately started riding me. I rolled my hips to thrust into her, and soon the friction had her crying out. Her nails clawed at my hips. She was going to leave marks. I hoped so; I’d get them tattooed on me. I opened my eyes and watched as she bent backward in ecstasy. I wasn’t able to hold back a low growl of pleasure as I came. She leaned forward and laid her face against my chest after she gained her bearings.
“Want me to release you now?” she asked softly.
“No, let me show you a magic trick,” I said with a smirk.
She purred against my chest, and I got to work.
