on to dominate me in the bedroom.
But we’ve never used actual restraints before…
He gives me an inquiring look, and I nod and let him cuff me to the bed. The fluffy covering feels sort of tickly around my wrists.
He climbs onto the bed, his shaft standing to full attention and the candlelight shifting and dancing over his incredible body.
Is this what it felt like for him when he was just looking at me?
Kneeling between my thighs, perfectly naked and muscled, brings to mind an ancient Viking or pirate coming to claim his prize.
In that moment I’m truly his, body and soul.
His mouth drifts over my leg, up my thigh.
His hot breath and flicking tongue forces me to tremble.
His mouth lingers a bare inch from my soaking pussy and his breath feels cool on my heated flesh as he blows gently.
My hips rise of their own volition, urging him to taste me.
But he doesn’t. Instead his mouth moves higher, kissing up my belly, pausing to flick his tongue around my sensitive navel before kissing up over my ribs.
With a growl that seems to come from somewhere deep and dark in his chest, he lifts up onto his knees and hooks his arms beneath my thighs, spreading me wider, lifting me till my ready opening is level with his erection.
With a grunt, he thrusts forward and drives his cock deep into my soaking pussy.
“Yes, Jennifer!” he shouts out, holding himself deep, breathing through clenched teeth.
And just like that his control snaps.
I watch it happen.
One second his eyes are clamped shut, his teeth clenched, his whole body rigid and shuddering, then in the next second his eyes flick open.
His expression is hard, his eyes nearly black with arousal.
And he’s taking me.
Hard.
I’m completely at his mercy as he thrusts hard and fast, growling his pleasure, his eyes never leaving my defenseless body.
Handcuffed to the bed and held in place for his violent, unrestrained thrusting, I am his, spread and eager for his pleasure.
And he takes me.
All I can do is feel.
Part of me wants to hide but there is nowhere to hide. I’m trapped in his gaze as he watches me, feeling every thrust of his powerful body into mine.
“Come for me.”
It’s not a request. It’s a demand.
I want to hide.
I want to close my eyes – I’ve never felt so exposed before.
But I can’t stop it.
I feel my climax building in my lower belly, every thrust compacting the growing heat, building, building, closer, closer.
“Don’t stop...” I moan.
The words are sobbed pleas as my toes curl and I feel my whole body tensing and clenching around his pounding cock.
“Never,” he grunts. “Let it go. Let me see.”
The rush of heat is so hot, so fast it blazes a trail through my veins and blooms and spreads and finally explodes like a volcano bubbling over.
I’m almost afraid of the intensity - the heat’s going to burn me alive.
I want to scream but my breath catches in my throat and all I can do is feel as the hot rushes of sweetness flood my body in crashing waves of pleasure.
I open my eyes just in time to watch him find his own completion.
Every muscle in his body flexes, glimmering in the candlelight.
He is so beautiful.
Head back, biceps bulging, hips rocking till finally he stiffens and roars, his cock swells and flexes as his whole body shudders.
“Fuck!” he breaths as he falls next to me on the bed.
He uncuffs my hands and rubs my wrists, kissing each in turn…
Chapter 15
His phone vibrates on the bedside table and he rolls away so suddenly, I feel a chill.
Snatching his phone up, he puts it to his ear and answers, his voice completely calm and businesslike.
“Yes?” he walks out of the room without a single look back over his shoulder at me. “No, I’m not busy.”
I feel myself frowning.
Couldn’t he sound at least a little out of breath?
Or better yet, have turned his phone off?
Is it unreasonable to want to be the center of his world, at least some of
But we’ve never used actual restraints before…
He gives me an inquiring look, and I nod and let him cuff me to the bed. The fluffy covering feels sort of tickly around my wrists.
He climbs onto the bed, his shaft standing to full attention and the candlelight shifting and dancing over his incredible body.
Is this what it felt like for him when he was just looking at me?
Kneeling between my thighs, perfectly naked and muscled, brings to mind an ancient Viking or pirate coming to claim his prize.
In that moment I’m truly his, body and soul.
His mouth drifts over my leg, up my thigh.
His hot breath and flicking tongue forces me to tremble.
His mouth lingers a bare inch from my soaking pussy and his breath feels cool on my heated flesh as he blows gently.
My hips rise of their own volition, urging him to taste me.
But he doesn’t. Instead his mouth moves higher, kissing up my belly, pausing to flick his tongue around my sensitive navel before kissing up over my ribs.
With a growl that seems to come from somewhere deep and dark in his chest, he lifts up onto his knees and hooks his arms beneath my thighs, spreading me wider, lifting me till my ready opening is level with his erection.
With a grunt, he thrusts forward and drives his cock deep into my soaking pussy.
“Yes, Jennifer!” he shouts out, holding himself deep, breathing through clenched teeth.
And just like that his control snaps.
I watch it happen.
One second his eyes are clamped shut, his teeth clenched, his whole body rigid and shuddering, then in the next second his eyes flick open.
His expression is hard, his eyes nearly black with arousal.
And he’s taking me.
Hard.
I’m completely at his mercy as he thrusts hard and fast, growling his pleasure, his eyes never leaving my defenseless body.
Handcuffed to the bed and held in place for his violent, unrestrained thrusting, I am his, spread and eager for his pleasure.
And he takes me.
All I can do is feel.
Part of me wants to hide but there is nowhere to hide. I’m trapped in his gaze as he watches me, feeling every thrust of his powerful body into mine.
“Come for me.”
It’s not a request. It’s a demand.
I want to hide.
I want to close my eyes – I’ve never felt so exposed before.
But I can’t stop it.
I feel my climax building in my lower belly, every thrust compacting the growing heat, building, building, closer, closer.
“Don’t stop...” I moan.
The words are sobbed pleas as my toes curl and I feel my whole body tensing and clenching around his pounding cock.
“Never,” he grunts. “Let it go. Let me see.”
The rush of heat is so hot, so fast it blazes a trail through my veins and blooms and spreads and finally explodes like a volcano bubbling over.
I’m almost afraid of the intensity - the heat’s going to burn me alive.
I want to scream but my breath catches in my throat and all I can do is feel as the hot rushes of sweetness flood my body in crashing waves of pleasure.
I open my eyes just in time to watch him find his own completion.
Every muscle in his body flexes, glimmering in the candlelight.
He is so beautiful.
Head back, biceps bulging, hips rocking till finally he stiffens and roars, his cock swells and flexes as his whole body shudders.
“Fuck!” he breaths as he falls next to me on the bed.
He uncuffs my hands and rubs my wrists, kissing each in turn…
Chapter 15
His phone vibrates on the bedside table and he rolls away so suddenly, I feel a chill.
Snatching his phone up, he puts it to his ear and answers, his voice completely calm and businesslike.
“Yes?” he walks out of the room without a single look back over his shoulder at me. “No, I’m not busy.”
I feel myself frowning.
Couldn’t he sound at least a little out of breath?
Or better yet, have turned his phone off?
Is it unreasonable to want to be the center of his world, at least some of
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