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He teased me a little more, his kisses turning into gentle, tugging sucks against my skin, and I fought not to press closer again.
“Please.” The word emerged from my lips before I even thought it. He responded straight away, lapping over my clit, the touch light as a feather. I pushed against him again and he held me back before sucking my clit into his mouth, toying with the small bud with his tongue.
I gasped and moaned as I ground against him. He sucked again and I whimpered. He reached up and pressed a hand over my mouth, stifling my noises. My desire skyrocketed as I sucked breath after breath in through my nose. Unable to cry out, I pressed against him again, requesting with my body for him to lick me harder. Faster. Anything.
He murmured and pressed a finger inside me. Just the tip at first as I drew another breath and made a muffled noise.
“You’re so wet.” His voice was quiet. “Are you wet for me?”
I nodded. He was so strong as he touched me and held me, and I submitted to his control, enjoying it. I wanted two hands on me, touching me, though he didn’t want me to make a sound.
I’d let him gag me. I’d never had a thought like that before, but I didn’t doubt its veracity for a moment. I wanted to be under his control, let him control my pleasure.
It was as much about giving my pleasure to him. Not only his control. I was in control, really, when I chose to allow him to please me.
I pressed my face harder against his hand, trying to show him what I wanted, and I drew a hard breath through my nose as his tongue touched me just right. My cries were muffled against his palm.
Then he released me and stood, and I watched him, fumbling for thought as he wiped the signs of my pleasure from his chin. Then he raised an eyebrow as he silently loosened the knot of his tie. It made a quietswicksound as he pulled it quickly from under his collar.
He took my hands and held them in one of his as he wrapped one end of his tie around them and secured it. Then he balled up the other end and looked at me.
Understanding flashed through me, and I nodded, opening my mouth but not speaking. This was about the discipline of not speaking. No noise.
“Good girl.” His words of encouragement warmed me as he pushed the fabric into my mouth.
He nodded his approval before he lifted my legs and propped my heels against the edge of my desk then helped me onto my back, exposing my pussy for him once more.
I squirmed at the return to the cool air, and did it again as he trailed his fingers up my thigh before he parted my lips with his fingers and licked up my slit, then swirled his tongue around my clit. I pushed against him again, and he tapped against my entrance with his finger.
The sudden surge of pleasure forced an exhale through my nose, and I heaved in a new breath.
Patrick swirled his tongue over my clit again, and I arched my back, pressing against his mouth and not letting him pull away. My mind started a chant, one word running through my head.
Again, again, again.
I didn’t want him to stop that movement. It drove me crazy, and I kept losing my breath.
My muscles started to tighten and I surrendered myself to the anticipation of my release, allowing Patrick tonudge me closer and closer.
I gave a muffled groan as the pressure inside me built, until finally I crashed over the edge, my body throbbing around the finger he held inside me, crooked and stroking against my G-spot.
He didn’t stop lapping with his tongue, and I opened my mouth once more to scream, but the sound stayed inside me as he gave one last luxuriant lick and stepped away.
I lifted my head and looked down my body at him as he unfastened his pants and pushed them down his legs with his underwear.
His cock stood up, heavy and bobbing in front of him before he wrapped his fingers around it and guided it toward me.
I exhaled my sigh through my nose as he started to enter me, and it was a noise of both satisfaction and desire.
My body stretched around him, the welcome intrusion both familiar and alien. He worked inside me slowly, in teasing thrusts forward, before retreating and thrusting again. He held back, controlling himself, when I wanted him to drive without stopping. I wanted him balls deep, and I lifted my hips to allow him as much access as I could.
Eventually, he found a smooth rhythm and I moved with him, laughing around the fabric in my mouth when he altered his strokes. The man was clearly a show-off, using all his moves as he stroked against the inside of me. But I loved it.
He was almost soundless, only the rapid breathing signaling he was exerting himself at all. My bound wrists had brought my hands over my face as he leaned over me.
“Stop hiding,” he said. “I want to see your pleasure.”
Then he lifted me and walked to his chair before sitting in it, my knees either side of him. I was in true control now as I rose onto him, placing myself back on his cock. The rhythm was mine, the speed was mine, and he groaned. I changed my angle, enjoying the fresh pressure against my clit, riding him with an abandon I’d never managed with anyone else before.
