another few mouthfuls. Her body relaxes back into the lounge, absorbing the feeling of the alcohol.
‘You’re right,’ I say. ‘These are good, aren’t they? You know, our life would be so much easier if you just accepted what I asked of you, knowing it is always in your best interests. Perhaps the easiest option is to just keep you captive myself until all of this passes over.’
She looks at me, assessing my seriousness. If only she knew.
‘No, Jeremy, don’t even joke about it.’
‘Perhaps that is the solution. I’ve been trying to reach a compromise, hoping you would come to your senses and give yourself to me rather than the Witch.’ I take another sip and offer it again to Alexa. ‘So much food for thought. Choice or no choice.’
‘Choice, choice is always better,’ she replies with haste. ‘But she has given me no choice. I can’t protectanyone unless I do this. You must understand. I need you to understand, J.’
‘But you need to understand that I must protect you, and it seems that you have given me no other choice.’
The last thing I want to do is embark on another futile debate with her when she has finally given herself permission to let go and be comfortably numb for a while. So after a quick scan of the environment I confirm that we are atop one of the tallest buildings in SoBe, Miami, hopefully guaranteeing our privacy. It would be such a shame to waste this decadent opportunity.
‘It’s the lack of choice that —’
I ignore her words as I eagerly embark on my sexual mission. Knowing distraction is by far the best strategy at this stage, and with my target being trapped on the lounge, well, let’s just say it’s my best-case scenario under difficult circumstances.
Her cries of protest about choice quickly turn into cries of pleasure as I focus solely on liberating her body and mind and doing what we do best. I can’t deny the sheer joy I receive from having unhindered access to her body. So much joy, that I spread her legs wider to gain greater access to the playground my lips and tongue love to explore. My palms can’t get enough of massaging her sensational breasts now sitting squished together above her bikini top. As my tongue escalates the tension on her sweet spot and I roll her nipples firmly between my finger and thumb, she arches her back and calls out my name. I want her as much asI’ve ever wanted her. I know we’ll never be able to get enough of each other. Her pleasure is my world. She is my world and I’ll never give her up. Ever.
The sexual tension between us is electrifying as I tease her clitoris with my tongue and feel her body tighten against mine, struggling to free her bound wrists. I can feel her conflicted fight for both control and surrender and I cherish that in this moment, I can control it for her. I can give her the release she needs, take away her fears, her apprehension, her hurt, even if it is only for a few moments. I feel her build and I want her to explode with the passion that is so much a part of who she is, who she has allowed herself to become. But not yet.
I establish a smoother rhythm. I want her to ride with me, forcing her to come with me on my terms, terms I know she loves. She is panting, her heart thundering in her chest. I realise how much tension I’ve been holding onto while facing the risk of losing her. I want this control, need it at this juncture of our lives where we seem to have control over little else, so I play with her body as if it is the last time I’ll have access to it. I want her to feel every bit of extreme pleasure pounding through her.
Without pausing I want her to build again, from a higher starting point, until her orgasms cascade over each other so she becomes mindless for as long as possible, so she becomes mine for as long as possible, unresisting and fully surrendering to the needs of her body. I continue my relentless kissing and sucking andplaying, and feel her swell. I’m needing to be closer
‘You’re right,’ I say. ‘These are good, aren’t they? You know, our life would be so much easier if you just accepted what I asked of you, knowing it is always in your best interests. Perhaps the easiest option is to just keep you captive myself until all of this passes over.’
She looks at me, assessing my seriousness. If only she knew.
‘No, Jeremy, don’t even joke about it.’
‘Perhaps that is the solution. I’ve been trying to reach a compromise, hoping you would come to your senses and give yourself to me rather than the Witch.’ I take another sip and offer it again to Alexa. ‘So much food for thought. Choice or no choice.’
‘Choice, choice is always better,’ she replies with haste. ‘But she has given me no choice. I can’t protectanyone unless I do this. You must understand. I need you to understand, J.’
‘But you need to understand that I must protect you, and it seems that you have given me no other choice.’
The last thing I want to do is embark on another futile debate with her when she has finally given herself permission to let go and be comfortably numb for a while. So after a quick scan of the environment I confirm that we are atop one of the tallest buildings in SoBe, Miami, hopefully guaranteeing our privacy. It would be such a shame to waste this decadent opportunity.
‘It’s the lack of choice that —’
I ignore her words as I eagerly embark on my sexual mission. Knowing distraction is by far the best strategy at this stage, and with my target being trapped on the lounge, well, let’s just say it’s my best-case scenario under difficult circumstances.
Her cries of protest about choice quickly turn into cries of pleasure as I focus solely on liberating her body and mind and doing what we do best. I can’t deny the sheer joy I receive from having unhindered access to her body. So much joy, that I spread her legs wider to gain greater access to the playground my lips and tongue love to explore. My palms can’t get enough of massaging her sensational breasts now sitting squished together above her bikini top. As my tongue escalates the tension on her sweet spot and I roll her nipples firmly between my finger and thumb, she arches her back and calls out my name. I want her as much asI’ve ever wanted her. I know we’ll never be able to get enough of each other. Her pleasure is my world. She is my world and I’ll never give her up. Ever.
The sexual tension between us is electrifying as I tease her clitoris with my tongue and feel her body tighten against mine, struggling to free her bound wrists. I can feel her conflicted fight for both control and surrender and I cherish that in this moment, I can control it for her. I can give her the release she needs, take away her fears, her apprehension, her hurt, even if it is only for a few moments. I feel her build and I want her to explode with the passion that is so much a part of who she is, who she has allowed herself to become. But not yet.
I establish a smoother rhythm. I want her to ride with me, forcing her to come with me on my terms, terms I know she loves. She is panting, her heart thundering in her chest. I realise how much tension I’ve been holding onto while facing the risk of losing her. I want this control, need it at this juncture of our lives where we seem to have control over little else, so I play with her body as if it is the last time I’ll have access to it. I want her to feel every bit of extreme pleasure pounding through her.
Without pausing I want her to build again, from a higher starting point, until her orgasms cascade over each other so she becomes mindless for as long as possible, so she becomes mine for as long as possible, unresisting and fully surrendering to the needs of her body. I continue my relentless kissing and sucking andplaying, and feel her swell. I’m needing to be closer
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