But
he lies there silent, his eyes watching me, his hands slamming me down onto him
but then I am given free reign as Luke’s hands move to my breasts. He pinches
my nipples and stretches them and I am ecstatic. He pinches them both and he
pulls them till it hurts and then he pinches them harder and I grind onto him,
and I am only thinking of me, of the lovely flare that flashes down my spine
and then I look to him, my eyes beg Luke to please, come with me, that I’m
sorry, that I’m wrong, but I can’t help it. My neck arches back and I pulse so
deep and tight. I sob out my come and when I’m done, when I’m spent, still he
is hard inside me and I know I’ve taken this too far, that I’ve gone too far,
that my enjoyment was too much for Luke….
‘It’s okay, baby…’
he says as I start to cry, he takes me in his arms and he holds me, ‘Portia,
it’s okay…’ He strokes my hair he reassures me, but I can feel him still hard
on my thigh, I can feel his tension, the tension that zipped through his
shoulders at my first come. ‘It’s okay…’ he soothes, but I know that’s it’s not,
I was riding him, fucking him and I’ve come twice.
I know him.
Or a part of him.
I lied to myself
- his eyes didn’t shutter with relief when he slipped inside me.
It was
restraint.
And I forgot to
be restrained.
‘I’m sorry… ’ I tell him. ‘I just got carried
away….’ I look into his eyes and I never want to be out of his gaze, ‘It’s just
that I’ve missed you so much.’
‘I know.’
‘I love you so
much.’ I tell him as his thumbs wipe my tears, he cuddles me into his chest and
I am back on my favourite pillow, I am sweaty and weak and I am with him again,
I want to get up to go for a pee, but I don’t want to leave him…
I run my fingers
along his cock, I just stroke it lightly…
I lie there, stroking
him, his cock is so beautiful, I have only one to compare it with, but it doesn’t
compare, it is so solid and long and I missed it so. I run my finger along the
thick vein. I run my finger over his tip and it moves to my command, I see it
twitch and I love it so much. ‘Can I taste you?’
I don’t wait for
an answer, and my mouth moves down his stomach, licking at the lovely trail of
dark hair, tugging it a little with my teeth, he holds my hair with one hand and
I feel the sting of him tugging as he lifts my head over his cock, I am licking
my lips, I open my mouth, but he is teasing me, holding me there hovering and I
almost whimper to be let down and then I feel the snap of something cool on my
wrist.
He jerks my head
up.
He sees the
shock on my face and I am shocked, we are rough sometimes, we’ve messed around
with ties and things, but not this.
He lies me back
on the bed, his breathing is harder and I can tell he’s pissed by my actions, he
lifts my arm and he puts the cuff behind iron of the bedhead and his cock is
waving over me and his balls are in my face for a second and I rub my lips on
them as he lifts my other wrist and cuffs it and then he stands and looks down
at me, watches me as I accustom myself to the new sensation.
I tug a bit…
I like it.
I like that I
cannot move my arms.
I tug again and
he’s looking down at me, and I smother the greedy smile on my face….
‘You’ve no idea what
you’re messing with Portia.’
‘I want to
though…’ I tell him. ‘I want to know what goes on in that head of yours…’
‘You don’t.’ He
says. ‘You need to get some control back Portia.’ He says. ‘You need to think.’
I refuse to
panic as he starts to dress.
It’s a game.
I know.
I know that he
cares for me, I know he wouldn’t really hurt me.
I know.
He puts on his
harness and picks up his gun and then he looks down on me.
‘I told you
you’d be caught…’ He says. ‘I warned you and you didn’t fucking listen.’
He leaves.
I know he’s
playing.
I know he’ll be
back soon, I know that he wants me, he hasn’t even come
he lies there silent, his eyes watching me, his hands slamming me down onto him
but then I am given free reign as Luke’s hands move to my breasts. He pinches
my nipples and stretches them and I am ecstatic. He pinches them both and he
pulls them till it hurts and then he pinches them harder and I grind onto him,
and I am only thinking of me, of the lovely flare that flashes down my spine
and then I look to him, my eyes beg Luke to please, come with me, that I’m
sorry, that I’m wrong, but I can’t help it. My neck arches back and I pulse so
deep and tight. I sob out my come and when I’m done, when I’m spent, still he
is hard inside me and I know I’ve taken this too far, that I’ve gone too far,
that my enjoyment was too much for Luke….
‘It’s okay, baby…’
he says as I start to cry, he takes me in his arms and he holds me, ‘Portia,
it’s okay…’ He strokes my hair he reassures me, but I can feel him still hard
on my thigh, I can feel his tension, the tension that zipped through his
shoulders at my first come. ‘It’s okay…’ he soothes, but I know that’s it’s not,
I was riding him, fucking him and I’ve come twice.
I know him.
Or a part of him.
I lied to myself
- his eyes didn’t shutter with relief when he slipped inside me.
It was
restraint.
And I forgot to
be restrained.
‘I’m sorry… ’ I tell him. ‘I just got carried
away….’ I look into his eyes and I never want to be out of his gaze, ‘It’s just
that I’ve missed you so much.’
‘I know.’
‘I love you so
much.’ I tell him as his thumbs wipe my tears, he cuddles me into his chest and
I am back on my favourite pillow, I am sweaty and weak and I am with him again,
I want to get up to go for a pee, but I don’t want to leave him…
I run my fingers
along his cock, I just stroke it lightly…
I lie there, stroking
him, his cock is so beautiful, I have only one to compare it with, but it doesn’t
compare, it is so solid and long and I missed it so. I run my finger along the
thick vein. I run my finger over his tip and it moves to my command, I see it
twitch and I love it so much. ‘Can I taste you?’
I don’t wait for
an answer, and my mouth moves down his stomach, licking at the lovely trail of
dark hair, tugging it a little with my teeth, he holds my hair with one hand and
I feel the sting of him tugging as he lifts my head over his cock, I am licking
my lips, I open my mouth, but he is teasing me, holding me there hovering and I
almost whimper to be let down and then I feel the snap of something cool on my
wrist.
He jerks my head
up.
He sees the
shock on my face and I am shocked, we are rough sometimes, we’ve messed around
with ties and things, but not this.
He lies me back
on the bed, his breathing is harder and I can tell he’s pissed by my actions, he
lifts my arm and he puts the cuff behind iron of the bedhead and his cock is
waving over me and his balls are in my face for a second and I rub my lips on
them as he lifts my other wrist and cuffs it and then he stands and looks down
at me, watches me as I accustom myself to the new sensation.
I tug a bit…
I like it.
I like that I
cannot move my arms.
I tug again and
he’s looking down at me, and I smother the greedy smile on my face….
‘You’ve no idea what
you’re messing with Portia.’
‘I want to
though…’ I tell him. ‘I want to know what goes on in that head of yours…’
‘You don’t.’ He
says. ‘You need to get some control back Portia.’ He says. ‘You need to think.’
I refuse to
panic as he starts to dress.
It’s a game.
I know.
I know that he
cares for me, I know he wouldn’t really hurt me.
I know.
He puts on his
harness and picks up his gun and then he looks down on me.
‘I told you
you’d be caught…’ He says. ‘I warned you and you didn’t fucking listen.’
He leaves.
I know he’s
playing.
I know he’ll be
back soon, I know that he wants me, he hasn’t even come
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