it to him. And returned it tenfold.
Their tongues dueled as their mouths separated and met again, eating at each other in their rising need.
Simon’s hands slid down to her naked buttocks and he squeezed and pulled and kneaded, slipping fingers beneath the thong and tugging it, making it cut into her pussy and heighten her already growing arousal.
His fingers crept between her thighs, finding her juices running freely. He stroked and the moan she’d been holding back escaped from her throat.
With a wrench, Simon pulled back, a wicked grin on his face.
“Well, now that we’ve settled that, let’s discuss this whole slave-master thing, shall we?” Eve shivered. “Okay,” she answered, her heart pounding. Damn. She was going to marry this man.
Simon pulled her off the bed and stood her up, kicking the other high heel away from her.
He stepped back, surveying her body and bringing a blush to her cheeks. And a few other places.
She knew her nipples were taut from his kisses, and that her honey was leaking down between her thighs. She couldn’t begin to imagine the lascivious picture she must present with her collar and cuffed hands, her wet leather thong and the scent of her arousal filling the air around them.
Simon’s hands slipped to the waistband of his pants, and then paused.
“Your first task, my woman,” he grinned. “Remove my clothing.” Oh boy. He was getting into it now. Eve found herself giggling inside. This could be fun.
She awkwardly brought her cuffed hands to his groin, managing to stroke the long bulge beneath the leather as she did so.
He flinched, and bit his lip.
Hah. Take that. No wait, she was supposed to be the submissive one here. Internally, she sighed. She probably wasn’t cut out for a life of bondage and domination. The clothes were cute, but the philosophy kept getting away from her.
Gingerly she undid the rest of the snaps and mumbled her pleasure as his cock exploded from the leather into her waiting hands. She gave it a quick pet before bending to slip his pants down and allow him to step free of them.
“Well done, woman.” Simon’s face was slightly flushed. “Now.” He tipped his head to one side as he surveyed her subservient pose. The one she’d practiced in front of the mirror.
The one that said, “Master, I’m here to do your bidding.” She had actually managed to hold it for more than twenty seconds without snickering. He’d better hurry up because they were approaching eighteen seconds, and she didn’t think she could go for the record this evening. Not with all that luscious man in front of her.
“On your knees,” he said, clearing his throat of some obstruction.
Willingly she knelt before him. She loved his body, and his cock and the scent of man and leather that radiated from him.
“Love me with your mouth, Eve,” he whispered. “Please?”
“No need to ask, my master,” she answered, flashing him a rapid smile. His indrawn breath was reward enough as she opened her mouth wide and took just the head of his cock into its wet warmth.
She slipped her cuffed hands up and rested the palms on his thighs, allowing the chain that locked them together to lift his balls slightly. She dug her nails into his muscles and slipped her mouth down his cock as far as she could go, sucking him back into her throat further than she’d ever done before.
His gasp and shudder shocked her, and sent a thrill of pleasure through her. Truly, pleasing him was pleasing her. His grunts of delight were turning her on even more, and she knew that her thighs were wet and her breasts on fire for him.
He slipped his hand into her hair and watched her. Their eyes met and a shiver crossed Eve’s body. His heart was in his gaze and it was burning. For her.
“Enough, my woman. I don’t wish to end this yet,” he groaned.
“You lie to your slave, master,” she teased. “But I am yours to command.”
“To the bed. On your stomach. I wish to remove this garment
Their tongues dueled as their mouths separated and met again, eating at each other in their rising need.
Simon’s hands slid down to her naked buttocks and he squeezed and pulled and kneaded, slipping fingers beneath the thong and tugging it, making it cut into her pussy and heighten her already growing arousal.
His fingers crept between her thighs, finding her juices running freely. He stroked and the moan she’d been holding back escaped from her throat.
With a wrench, Simon pulled back, a wicked grin on his face.
“Well, now that we’ve settled that, let’s discuss this whole slave-master thing, shall we?” Eve shivered. “Okay,” she answered, her heart pounding. Damn. She was going to marry this man.
Simon pulled her off the bed and stood her up, kicking the other high heel away from her.
He stepped back, surveying her body and bringing a blush to her cheeks. And a few other places.
She knew her nipples were taut from his kisses, and that her honey was leaking down between her thighs. She couldn’t begin to imagine the lascivious picture she must present with her collar and cuffed hands, her wet leather thong and the scent of her arousal filling the air around them.
Simon’s hands slipped to the waistband of his pants, and then paused.
“Your first task, my woman,” he grinned. “Remove my clothing.” Oh boy. He was getting into it now. Eve found herself giggling inside. This could be fun.
She awkwardly brought her cuffed hands to his groin, managing to stroke the long bulge beneath the leather as she did so.
He flinched, and bit his lip.
Hah. Take that. No wait, she was supposed to be the submissive one here. Internally, she sighed. She probably wasn’t cut out for a life of bondage and domination. The clothes were cute, but the philosophy kept getting away from her.
Gingerly she undid the rest of the snaps and mumbled her pleasure as his cock exploded from the leather into her waiting hands. She gave it a quick pet before bending to slip his pants down and allow him to step free of them.
“Well done, woman.” Simon’s face was slightly flushed. “Now.” He tipped his head to one side as he surveyed her subservient pose. The one she’d practiced in front of the mirror.
The one that said, “Master, I’m here to do your bidding.” She had actually managed to hold it for more than twenty seconds without snickering. He’d better hurry up because they were approaching eighteen seconds, and she didn’t think she could go for the record this evening. Not with all that luscious man in front of her.
“On your knees,” he said, clearing his throat of some obstruction.
Willingly she knelt before him. She loved his body, and his cock and the scent of man and leather that radiated from him.
“Love me with your mouth, Eve,” he whispered. “Please?”
“No need to ask, my master,” she answered, flashing him a rapid smile. His indrawn breath was reward enough as she opened her mouth wide and took just the head of his cock into its wet warmth.
She slipped her cuffed hands up and rested the palms on his thighs, allowing the chain that locked them together to lift his balls slightly. She dug her nails into his muscles and slipped her mouth down his cock as far as she could go, sucking him back into her throat further than she’d ever done before.
His gasp and shudder shocked her, and sent a thrill of pleasure through her. Truly, pleasing him was pleasing her. His grunts of delight were turning her on even more, and she knew that her thighs were wet and her breasts on fire for him.
He slipped his hand into her hair and watched her. Their eyes met and a shiver crossed Eve’s body. His heart was in his gaze and it was burning. For her.
“Enough, my woman. I don’t wish to end this yet,” he groaned.
“You lie to your slave, master,” she teased. “But I am yours to command.”
“To the bed. On your stomach. I wish to remove this garment
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