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She was all the way in now, and he felt as if she was pounding into his soul. Her hips moved fast; she was really reaming him. His cock was a beast between his legs, demanding, wondering where the pussy was. His ass felt stuffed full, spread open. She pulled out, moving away from him, and he turned his head to look at her over his shoulder, desperate.

“Don’t worry, Dean. I’m just adding more lube.”

She patted him on the ass and then resumed the fucking. He never wanted it to stop. As she worked him now, she brought one hand under his body to jack his cock. Her fist was greasy from the lube, and he knew she was going to make him come.

“After I’m done, you can go out,” she whispered. “You can go and get one of your little bikini babes. You can notch your belt.”

“No,” he shook his head. He’d almost reached his limits. “No, I won’t. I don’t want to.”

“Why, Dean? Why not?”

He was panting, crazy with lust. “I want to stay here. With you.”

“But I’ll do cruel things to you.”

Oh, god, she was going to make him spurt all over the white sheets.

“Tell me...” he was begging. “What will you do?”

“I’ll make you eat me out for hours,” she said. “I’ll make you lick my asshole.”

He was coming now, coming as she reamed his ass, coming all over her hand and the sheets and his belly. She pulled out and undid the harness, tossing the thing to the corner. She brought the handcuff key to the headboard and undid his left wrist. She pulled the cuffs free, but before she could undo his right wrist cuff, he clicked the left one back on. He was still her captive, simply not bound to the bed.

“Please,” he said. He lay down on his back and he looked at her. “Let me.”

“Let you what?”

“Sit on my face, Connie. Let me lick your pussy and your asshole. Don’t set me free. I don’t want to be free.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. She squeezed his cock roughly as she spoke. He was already semihard again.

“Yes.”

“How bad do you want it?”

His heart was a raging force in his chest. He had never felt like this before. Awake. Alive. Near desperate with need.

“It’s all I want, Connie.”

He had come to Spring Break, broken. He realized that as she positioned herself above him. He’d always been broken. She hovered over his face, teasing him, taunting him. He reared up, but she moved so she was out of reach.

“Please,” he said, his voice husky with longing. “Please.”

As he licked her ass, making tight circles with the point of his tongue, he realized that he’d changed. He was changing. No more Lost Boy for Dean. Connie arched her hips and spread her cheeks wide for him. He drove his tongue in her, thinking this was all he would ever want to do. He could move here. Be here with her. What better place for a lifeguard than Miami?

Connie fucked his face, and he swam in pleasure. He’d been broken, but she was fixing him. When she was done, he’d be glued together, maybe. Cracks and hair-fine fractures visible to anyone who knew where to look. But fixed, just the same.

He didn’t want to be broken anymore.

TIE ME DOWN

Dan Grogan

I am the rope that binds you.

Restricting movement keeps you safe from dangers;

However you’re relieved when you’re let free.

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