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“Anything you want, Nikita.”
“Get on the bed and put your wrists together for me.”
Leo does exactly as I ask, settling against his headboard with a few pillows propped up behind him to support his back. He holds his hands out, wrists together, awaiting further instruction. There’s something strangely euphoric about being able to tell someone like Leo what to do. He’s giving me that control, that power. I realize now that this rope is so much more than just something to spice things up in the bedroom. It requires a bond and unshakable faith in one another.
My knots are unfortunately sloppy, and there may be a little too much slack because I’m still too inexperienced to trust I won’t cut off his circulation.
“Let me know if it gets uncomfortable,” I tell him.
Instead of brushing off my concerns and telling me he’ll be fine, he says instead, “I promise. Now, show me what you want to do, Nikita. Take what’s yours.”
A warm shiver snakes down my spine, sending goosebumps crawling down my arms.
I straddle his thighs, reaching between us to give his cock a few languid strokes. He’s thick and hard against my palm, my fingers curling around his shaft with unhurried admiration. I like the way he groans, low and hungry, his gaze nothing short of ravenous. I take my sweet time, teasing him to the point of unraveling. I know he must be getting close because his breathing becomes strained, the rapid rise and fall of his chest a clear indication I’m pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
“Nikita,” he rasps. “Nikita, stop teasing.”
The corner of my lip turns up into a smirk. “What are you going to do about it? Your hands are tied. Wow, thisisfun.”
Leo throws his head back with the huff. “I’m regretting this already,” he grumbles.
A bubbly anticipation builds in my rib cage, the air in my lungs burning like soft fire. This is thrilling, just as heart-pounding as it is in the wings of the theater waiting for my cue to dance. I want to give a show. I want to leave him in complete awe and begging for an encore.
I carefully shimmy down so I can hinge at the hips and bend toward his cock. I wrap my lips around the head, teasing him with the tip of my tongue. The sound he makes is to die for, a cross between a moan and a growl. His hips buck involuntarily, shoving his cock a few inches further into my mouth. I pull away and click my tongue.
“Now, now,” I chide. “Lie back and relax while I do all the work.”
“Your mouth feels so good, please just—”
I giggle. “Begging already?”
I ignore his irritated little grunt and continue my work at a leisurely pace. I savor the taste of his cock, thick and heavy on the pad of my tongue. A little salty, but also undeniablyhim. I want more. I might get addicted to this.
Little by little I take him further into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks so I can make room for him. I swirl my tongue around, stroking him in tandem with the up and down motion of my head. He almost loses his mind when I dare to give his balls a little squeeze.
“Fuck, Nikita!”
He tries to reach for me, but with his hands bound behind his head he can do no such thing. He strains against the ropes, his body arching with pleasure as I continue to suck him off. A part of me really wants to get him there, to see if I can get him to come down my throat… I want to be naughty. I want to make an absolute mess of him, but the unbearable throbbing heat between my legs needs to be addressed sooner rather than later.
My mouth pulls off his cock with a soft popping sound. I look him directly in the eye as I lick my lips clean, spurred on by his erotic moan. Moving slowly, I run my hand over my breasts, down my belly, until I can finally brush my fingers over my aching clit. I can tell how badly he wants to be the one to touch me. But not tonight. Tonight he can be a good little audience member and let me perform.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask him as I draw a tight circle against myself. Pleasure balloons deep within me, growing with an intense, fiery heat.
“Yes,” he pants. “You’re so beautiful, Nikita. I want—”
“What do you want? Tell me.”
“I want to see you ride my cock like the dirty girl I know you are.”
Encouraged by his words, I move into position, straddling his thick thighs. I spread my legs, reaching down to guide the head of his cock to my entrance. “You want to see me ride you? Is that what you want?”
“I want to see you take control.”
I lower myself slowly, relishing the stretch of the burn. Leo is so big it’s frankly a miracle I managed to take him all the way down to the base. With my hands on his chest, I begin to move, rolling my hips against him to take my own pleasure. Now that I have control, I give myself permission to let it all go.
My pace is fast and breathtaking. I chase more of that sweet friction, the head of his cock hitting my sweet spot again and again. It isn’t long before sparks fly across my vision and liquid fire spreads through my veins. My walls clench around him, throbbing with ecstasy. The thing about being a professional athlete, though, is that I have a lot more stamina than meets the eye.
I continue to ride him, grinding against him like a woman on a mission. I tease my clit, and I’m flying within a matter of seconds. I come again, this time with a breathy scream. All Leo can do is look at me with reverence and awe. His eyes are the only spotlight I crave now.
