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His smile widens and he kisses me again. “Ah, that’s a good girl. That’s the best response you could have given.” His sticky thumb caresses my cheek. “We’ll be at this for a while, I think. I haven’t wanted someone with this intensity for a very long time.”
That familiar drunk feeling is stirring in my stomach, my chest. My legs are growing cold with that pleasant numbness of intense arousal. “Neither have I.”
“Then it’s going to be a long night...but I’m quite sure we’re going to enjoy every minute of it.” His cock twitches against my leg, and I know he’s already raging to go again. I open my legs to signal that I’m ready, but he draws back, shaking his head.
Suddenly I’m rife with disappointment as he straightens and reaches to pull me up to a sitting position and then off the table. Has he changed his mind? Are we done now?
I wait for him to step back so I can follow him, but instead, he stoops to pull another condom out of his pants pocket on the floor. I can now see that his cock is as rigid and swollen as it was before. It’s as if the last time never happened.
But the soreness inside me reminds me that it did. And suddenly I’m scared. He said it would be a long night. How many more times can he even do this?
He’s straightening and looking at me again as I bite my lip and return the favor. “We’ll do things rather differently this time, though.” And that harshness is back in his voice. He hooks a hand around his tie that is dangling on one of the chairs and then grasps my shoulder, spinning me to face away from him. And quickly—as he’s clearly experienced at it—he takes the skinny end of the tie and holds it up to fasten it over my eyes as a makeshift blindfold.
It’s knotted firmly and I can see nothing. Suddenly my heart is racing with new thrill and even a tinge of fear. His mouth presses against my ear. “Can you see?”
“No…nothing.”
“Good. You will trust me for the rest. And you will not struggle or resist.” I stiffen at the implication. I sense him grasp the long end of the tie—the fat end. Then he stops, shaking me as if to dissipate that sudden tension. “Is that clear, Madeline?”
“Y-yes. Yes, Evan.”
He kisses my ear, running his tongue along the shell. I shudder with the sensation. “Very good.” His hands are moving again, winding the tie around again. He wraps the fat end of the tie around my neck and throat, tugging the end and tightening it, but not so much that I can’t breathe. Just enough that I’m aware that it’s there.
Then he’s pressing my back, bending me forward over the table. My front is still sticky with his come and he’s laying me against the tabletop—even on the papers that we just signed. With his foot, he nudges my sandaled feet wide apart, pushing my ass into the air. Then his hands leave me as I hear the crinkle of the condom package and the telltale snap of him slipping it on.
In seconds, though, he’s back to me, bending around me and pressing himself over my back, pushing me harder against the table. “A little warning. This time will be…rougher.”
I take a deep breath and am about to swallow when suddenly the tie around my neck tightens—a lot. Enough to prevent me from swallowing. His other hand grabs my wrists and pins them both against the small of my back.
Despite my promise, I begin to struggle as he slides his erection deep inside me in one sudden, smooth stroke. I push back against him but there’s nowhere to go. He’s already impaling me. And though it feels good, I’m panicking from the tightness around my neck, the fact that I can’t see, the fact that he’s got my arms pinned at a near impossible angle. I’m helpless underneath him, growing anxious.
He eases up and loosens the tie. “Don’t fight me…”
“It’s—it’s too much.”
The tie loosens even more. “Then we’ll go slow.”
“Please take the blindfold off.”
His cock twitches inside me. The sensation evokes an image of a racehorse closed within the gates, sidestepping and rearing to be released and start the race.
“Trust has to start somewhere. Let ours start here. I won’t hurt you. But this is how I want it. If you say now that you don’t, then we won’t. But…” He lets his voice drift off. He doesn’t have to say the rest. But I’ll be disappointed.
I’m aware that as he’s talking, his cock is moving. Just slightly, but it’s pressing against the right spot inside me and my arousal level is shooting through the roof. The tinge of fear I’m feeling only enhances those sensations. In spite of myself, I moan and gasp.
I still haven’t responded.
“Well, then?” he prompts.
I grit my teeth together. He’s shifted and that enjoyable pressure is even stronger now. His cock feels huge and intensely pleasurable inside me. And, goddamn it, all I want to do right now is give him what he wants. Please him. Become the reason he can’t stop himself. All night.
“Do it this way, then…but...go slow.”
That’s all it takes. He’s suddenly moving again, sliding in and out of me. “Trust me, Madeline. Give yourself to me completely and…I promise you’ll feel things you’ve never before experienced.”
He’s right…. I’ve climaxed three times recently, and yet I feel like the hill I’m climbing now is higher, each sensation more intense. Each tiny slight movement of his sends ripples of response in me. My body convulses around him, and I’m not even at my climax yet.
But his soft groans indicate that he’s felt my response. And that he enjoys it as well. He’s still holding my wrists tightly together in his one hand, not letting up. My head is lolling against the table, and as he continues to pump slowly, gently into me, his other hand once again takes up the end of the tie that is wound around my throat.
