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“When you put your hand on my throat it scared me. At first.”

“I’m so damn sorry,” I bit out. I’d seen the fear in her eyes and stopped immediately.

“Don’t be. The fear disappeared almost immediately and then it…kind of felt good. And that scared me even more. How can those things together feel good?”

Her confusion was adorable and a turn on.

“Restricting oxygen flow to the brain, especially at the moment of climax, heightens it, makes it feel more powerful.”

Her hand shook as she set the glass on the table. “I’ll say.”

My cock twitched in my pants at her words. “Good to know, but I don’t need it per se, I like it.”

“Enough to indulge me in trying a few things with me?” she asked coquettishly.

Fuck yeah. “Sure. What did you have in mind?”

Vanessa sighed and reached for her glass again, draining it for courage before she turned completely to me and flashed a nervous smile. “The other night, when you asked me to ride your face?”

“I remember,” I growled. Guiding her through that experience had been so fucking hot, the way she gradually grew bolder and took her pleasure from me. I’d thought about it for the past two nights.

“Well it got me to thinking,” she blew out a breath. This had to be hard for her—or new. “What if I did that to you? Do you think I’d have the same reaction as you did?”

It was my turn to drain my glass before I clarified what she was asking. “You’re asking me, a man, if you’d get off from sucking my cock? Because there’s no way I can ride your face.”

She giggled and shrugged. “Duh. I mean, you seemed to like me sitting on your face. A lot. Maybe I’ll like sucking you off, too?”

Was she really this innocent? “Do you enjoy giving oral sex?” I didn’t want details but I needed to ask.

“I’ve never had an orgasm from it, but I’ve also never enjoyed getting it as much as I do. Now.”

I tried not to read too much into that, but I felt my chest puff out a little and a lightning bolt of warmth spread through my body. “I’m glad.”

“So, what do you think?”

It took every ounce of willpower I had not to strip down right there in the TV room and command her to suck me off.

“I think I have an idea. How do you feel about being tied up? Can’t move and just let the man pleasure you?”

“It’s a fantasy I’ve…thought about.”

Sweet God this woman was going to fucking kill me. “More moonshine?”

“Nah, I’m good.” The words came out breathless and her skin was flushed.

“Let’s go. I’ll give you a tour along the way.” I winked and held my hand out to her, feeling relief settle around me when she put her hand in mind, a small act of trust that meant something to me. I rushed through the tour and two minutes later we were on the top level at the entrance to my bedroom. “Here we are.”

“Big bed,” she said with a laugh. “Soft carpet too.”

A smile spread across my face, and I went to my dresser and pulled out a long black scarf. “This will heighten your arousal.”

“It will?” She sounded skeptical but the way her eyes darkened told me that Vanessa was already on board.

“Yeah. You won’t be able to use your hands, no matter how much you want to, and you’ll want to. Trust me.”

“I do.” The words came out on a whisper, which pleased me.

“Good.” Standing right in front of her, I kicked off my shoes. Removed my t-shirt. My jeans. My boxers. My cock twitched and strained toward her at the look on her face, equal parts surprise and wanting.

“My turn,” she whispered more to herself than to me. I saw the moment she gathered her courage and stripped down. Completely. “Tie me up.”

“You sure?” She nodded, and I leaned in, kissing her softly. Gently.

“Okay. Turn around.” I wrapped the scarf around her wrists in a figure eight, behind her back. Tight enough that she would feel restrained but not so tight she would panic. “Good?”

“Yep. Good.”

Her face was relaxed, no traces of fear anywhere. Just arousal that flared even darker when I guided her down to her knees. “You lead, Nessa. You give me pleasure.”

She shook her head. “No. I want you to take your pleasure, the way I did. I trust you.”

Fuck. Me.

My cock twitched again and Vanessa smiled when I gripped my cock in my hand and began to stroke. “Taste.” Her tongue flitted out and slicked over the tip of my cock, making me groan.

She was hesitant at first, taking me a little at a time, feeling me out and seeing how much of me she could take in her mouth at once. My cock was so hard it took all my effort not to fuck her sweet little mouth. Then she moaned and turned those blue eyes up at me. Pleading.

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