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I love that he plans to spend all night and tomorrow in bed with me. Will he keep my wrists cuffed the entire time? I’m nervous and excited all at the same time.
I’m finally dangling over the cliff’s edge and it’s fucking amazing.
29
Lochlan
How the fuck did I not realize what Sophie wanted from me before now?
All she wanted was for me to take her again. She wasn’t waiting for me to buy her more diamonds, or any other shit besides a promise not to fuck around behind her back. My wife wanted my word, my promise to be loyal to her, and then for me to pin her down and take what I need from her.
Which is perfect for me.
For the past eight years, bondage is the only way I ever fuck anyone, and Sophie practically begged me for it.
I want to get my mouth on every inch of her, bury my dick inside of her, taste her, all at the same time, which is unfortunately impossible. After wanting her for so long, I have no choice but to take my time with her, revealing her sexy body to me a little at a time so I don’t get overwhelmed and nut on the sheets like a teenager.
Once I’ve spent quality time with her perky tits, I can’t wait any longer to see her pussy again.
Scooting down her body, I grip the sides of her white pleated tennis skirt to yank it off, then change my mind at the last minute. My fingers dive underneath to the waistband of her panties, dragging them, and them alone, down her legs and off.
Now I flip the skirt up to her stomach to admire my wife’s pussy.
“Hello again, my lovely wet kitty cat.”
“Are you talking to my…” Sophie asks, trying to close her legs self-consciously.
“Yes,” I reply while swiping my fingertip down the slit. “So gorgeous.” Wondering if she’s really as tight as I remember, I slip my middle finger inside of her, curling it.
“Ah!” Sophie cries. Her walls squeeze around my slowly pumping digit, making my balls grow heavy. God, I can’t wait to be inside her again. It’s actually happening, right here, right now. There’s no stopping my dick from sliding home again.
But not yet. I promised her after the first time to lick her, get her soaking wet before I fuck her again.
First, I need to make sure her thighs stay open for me, no matter what I do to her pussy.
Pushing Sophie’s knees to her chest, her eyes widen and lips part, curious to know what the hell I’m doing but not objecting.
“You had to know I had cuffs for your ankles too, princess.”
“Oh,” she whispers. Licking her damp lips, she asks, “At the foot of the bed?”
“Not this time.” I reach to the right corner of the headboard to bring the slightly longer chain down, fastening the cuff to her right ankle.
“Wh-what…” Sophie trails off as I quickly fasten her left ankle. Then I sit back and admire my handiwork. Her thighs parted wide, knees nearly pressed to her chest, but unable to lower them or close her legs thanks to the chains.
“Wide open and ready for me,” I say as I spread her pussy lips apart with my fingers, then bend down to lick her.
“Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod,” Sophie chants softly as I shove my tongue inside of her and swirl it around.
“You taste so damn good,” I tell her as I inhale the scent of her arousal, press my face into it, wriggle my tongue over her clit. The last part makes her hips bounce so I do it again and again, pulling back when she’s right on edge.
“Please, Lochlan!” Sophie yells in frustration.
Reaching for my discarded switchblade knife next to her on the mattress, I pick it up and show it to her. “Do you remember what you said about how you would rather fuck yourself with this?”
She nods her head.
I lower the cool steel to her abdomen, sliding it down her pelvis.
