She uses my shoulders for leverage to stand up, then starts to walk away from me. I twist around, arse on the carpet with my back against the seat rest to watch her as she goes to one of the armchairs with a laundry basket sitting on top.
“I think the first thing I might do to you is show you howniceit is to give up control.” Her words sound harmless, but the intent is meant for destruction and ruin.
“Go on,” I say.
When she turns around, she has my boxing wraps in her hands, running her fingers over the long length.
“I love when you command my body.” Isabelle slowly crosses the living room back to me, pulling the shirt over her head as she does, leaving her naked. “But I think I might love it more if I command yours.”
“Baby, you already do.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and smiles. “Lie down, please.”
I shuffle down, bringing my legs around her to rest my back against the carpet. She reaches her hands out to me, and I grab them, supporting her as she eases herself down to her knees. Once she’s seated between my thighs, she brings my palms together and wraps the soft cotton straps around them. When they’re secured, she pushes them over my head, guiding my fingers to the leg of the couch.
“Keep your hands there. You’re not to let go until I tell you.”
The fabric bites into my skin only making me harder. “Just how long do you plan to keep me like this?”
Isabelle crawls around me, coming between my legs and tugs at the button of my jeans.
“Until you come for me like a good boy.” I feel my eyes widen as I nearly choke on my spit. My breath turns rapid as heat licks up my spine from the words she spills like a dare.
My jeans are tugged down my legs, and I’m squirming to help get them off faster. The need burns in me, igniting and fucking engulfing me in flames. Isabelle pulls off my briefs next, and my cock springs out, slapping against me.
Precum drips onto the tattoos decorating my stomach. I think my heart flatlines when Isabelle swipes a finger through the mess, then brings it to her mouth, humming in approval.
She braces her hands on my chest as she throws a leg over to straddle me, her bare cunt slipping up and down the barbells.
Fuck.The image of her above me, breasts pressed together, stomach round, and her pussy rolling over my barbells will be seared in my memory for eternity.
“That’s it, baby. Use me,” I pant, hands clenched as the fabric bound around my wrists, sear the possession she has over me into my skin.
Isabelle flicks her hips faster, looking down at me with her mouth dropped open, her cries getting louder and more erratic as she bears down.
My feet dig into the carpet as I fight for control to not come before I even get inside her. My fingers flex, desperate to reach out.
Her hips circle, rubbing her clit against me as she throws her head back and cries out my name.
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
Before Isabelle has a chance to recover, she grips my cock and guides me inside her. On instinct, my hips drive forward, rooting myself deep in her wet, pulsing pussy.
“Fuck, Isabelle. I’m not gonna last,” I groan, as I look down to where our bodies are connected. My head feels so light, I think I might pass out.
Her hand comes up to my chin, forcing my eyes back up to hers, the blue turning dark like the depths of the ocean.
“I don’t want you to last, I want you to fill me with your cum,” Isabelle says, one hand still gripping my chin as she bounces on my cock.
I have to force a swallow down as I keep my eyes fixed on her.
“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you, Grim?” The words are a decadent taunt.
“Fuck yes, anything.” I snap my hips, still fighting against the binds as I ache to fasten my hands to her body.
Isabelle leans forward, her face mere inches from mine. “Then be a good boy, and come for me,” she whispers, then slams her mouth to mine.
My cock jerks, and I think I see two of her as the rest of my body tenses up, and I moan against her lips, spilling my cum inside of her.
