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I let the tension flow out of my body, drop her nipple, and kneel down before Mandy to unsnap and unzip her jeans and move them slowly over her hips. I remove her shoes one by one and then her jeans.
She stands wearing only black lace boy shorts.
I suck in a breath.
The urge to rip them and expose her treasures is strong, but I hold back. I’ll leave her this tiny bit of cover. She’ll be exposed enough when I tie her to the table.
I take her hand, and together we walk to the BDSM table.
“Do you know what this is?” I ask.
“No, sir.”
“This is how you’re going to learn to give head, Mandy.”
Her eyes widen, but she says nothing.
She’s bound and determined to be here, to prove something to me.
Or perhaps to prove something to herself.
Either way, she has a safe word that I will honor, and if she can’t speak, she’ll have a pager, which I’ll also honor.
“Lie down on your stomach, Mandy, and place your arms and legs on the lower pads.”
She obeys, and already she looks like decadence on a platter.
“I’m going to secure your wrists now. Is that okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
I secure her delicate wrists with the silver hoops and leather bindings, and as I do so, I feel what she feels. I feel the leather on her flesh, the coolness of the silver hoops.
“Now your ankles.”
“Yes, sir.”
I get a good look at her ass from this angle. The black satin and lace is crawling into her crack, so beautiful. That ass that tasted like cherry pie under my tongue.
But tonight is not about me taking her ass. It’s not about me fingering and sucking her beautiful nipples.
Tonight is about Mandy—about Mandy learning how to give head, how to give head the way I enjoy it.
She has beautiful lips, my Mandy. Pink and full and luscious.
I want to disrobe. I want to take all my clothes off and be naked with her, but I cannot. It’s an element of control, of my dominance, that I stay clothed when she is not.
So I simply unbuckle my jeans, unsnap them, lower them around my thighs, and damn, there’s already a spot of wetness on my boxer briefs.
I’m so fucking turned on now, so fucking hard.
I palm my cock, stretch the cotton around my hard length, and Mandy’s eyes widen.
“I could use a spider gag on you, Mandy,” I say. “Do you know what a spider gag is?”
“No, sir.”
“It’s a metal gag shaped in a circle. It holds your mouth open while I shove my cock into it. Do you want me to use a spider gag?”
