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Dawson wasted no time, pulling my ass cheeks apart and diving right in to make good on his promise.
When his hot tongue flicked over my sensitive rim, I reached for one of my pillows and shoved it in my face, muffling my loud moan.
Dawson suddenly withdrew, and this time, I nearly screamed in frustration. “What the?—”
I looked over my shoulder at him.
“None of that, now. We’re not going to censor ourselves in here,” Dawson announced, pulling the pillow out from under me and throwing it aside. He leaned over my back, blanketing my body with his, and whispered in my ear. “I want to hear every fucking filthy sound you make. Understood?”
Ngh. Bossy Dawson was so freaking hot.
“Yes,” I gasped, my body feverish for his.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Dawson wasted no time sliding back down my body and shoving his bearded face in my ass, licking and fucking my hole with his skillful tongue. I gripped the sheets in my hands for purchase and pushed my ass back, needing more.
“More,” I begged him loudly. “Don’t stop!”
His hands gripped my ass cheeks tightly, so tight I’d probably have bruises tomorrow.
And I wanted them. I wanted Dawson to mark me, to claim me in any way he wanted.
His tongue continued to tease, licking down over my taint and back up over my hole. Then he plunged the tip of his tongue inside me, fucking my ass with tormenting strokes. The pleasure was so raw that I was rocking my hips back and forth, wanting more tongue in my ass and more friction on my leaking cock. My climax was building higher and higher as he ate me out, and I chanted his name.
Fuck, I was going to come already. Hands-free.
“So close,” I panted, and he reached between my legs to cup my balls. I was about to sneak my hand underneath to tug on my cock, but Dawson pushed my hand away.
Then he withdrew his tongue with one last lick and pulled back.
“Stay.”
“What? Wait, where are you going?”
Dawson calmly padded over to my walk-in closet and opened the doors. He disappeared for a moment and came back out, holding up two long scarves.
“Just what do you plan to do with those?” I asked, curious and curiously turned on by the intense expression on his face.
His cock curled up against his stomach, the head red and leaking pre-cum.
I licked my lips as he stepped to the bed and smiled at me. “I want to see how good you are at taking orders.”
“Only the sexy kind. And only with you.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart. I don’t want to dim your fire. I want to make it burn brighter.”
I swallowed hard and nodded.
“Now spread your legs again.”
“Not my arms?”
Dawson shook his head. “I won’t risk your hands.”
I was so far gone I hadn’t even considered that. And even in this, Dawson was always looking out for me, caring for me.
I did as he asked. I looked over my shoulder and watched as he deftly tied one end of the scarf to the wooden bedpost and the other around my left ankle. Using the second scarf, he repeated the steps with my right foot.
