It’s true. I’ve never had a woman’s mouth feel that good wrapped around my cock, and now I’m addicted.
“You took me so well,” I praise as I wrap my hand lightly around her throat. “Are you ready to be rewarded?”
She makes a noise of affirmation and nods.
I turn her around so she’s facing the wall, take the stress ball back, and untie her hands. I place her hands on the wall near her head, and she sucks in a breath as I run my own hands up the outsides of her thighs. I loop my fingers over the straps of her thong and pull it down her legs. She steps out of it and kicks it aside off the toe of her shoe.
I press myself against her back and reach around to start unbuttoning her shirt with one hand as my other splays against her stomach.
“Are you ready for this?” I breathe against her ear.
She nods, and I pop the last button on her shirt open. She gasps as I slip my hand inside her bra to knead her breast and pinch her nipple. My other hand slips down between her legs to massage her clit, and she lets out a moan.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “Because I’m about to do things to you I have a feeling you’ve never experienced.”
She nods again.
“Don’t move,” I say as I let go of her and head back to my box. I return a moment later with a bottle of lube and a plug. It’s bigger than the one I put in her for the fundraiser, but she’s ready for it.
I show her the plug. “Can you take this?”
She nods, and I lube up the plug.
“Spread your legs wider and push your ass out,” I tell her.
She does as I ask, and I press the plug to her hole. She tenses, but I reach around to massage her clit some more.
“Relax your muscles, baby. It will go in easier if you’re not so tense.”
Her body eases just a little, and I press the plug forward as my fingers continue to work her clit. She whimpers as the plug stretches her open, and I stop to give her a few seconds to adjust.
My cock is nearly erect again. I wish it was me pushing into her tight little ass, but she’s definitely not ready to take me yet. I’ll enjoy getting her ready, though.
I push the plug forward again, and it pops past the outer ring of muscle. Gray lets out a soft noise.
“Color?” I ask.
It’s a couple seconds before she lets out a deep breath. “Green.”
“Good girl,” I say as I turn her around. “Now come with me.”
I take her hand and lead her to the armchair next to the bed.
“Sit down,” I tell her, “and scoot forward so your ass is near the end.”
She does as I ask, and I move behind the chair.
“Put your arms up,” I order, and she does. I grab her wrists and pull them over her head against the back of the chair. There are hidden cords attached there, and I tie her hands.
A surprising number of women enjoy restraint, and Gray appears to be one of them. She shifts in the chair as I come back around to face her. In my hand is an adjustable strap I keep under it.
Gray shifts again, but far from looking uncomfortable, the movement looks sensuous, like she’s trying to entice me. Fucking hell.
“What is that?” she asks.
I only smile at her and start to wrap the nylon strap around her thigh just above her knee. Velcro isn’t the sexiest thing, but it’s fast and it holds well as I secure the strap around her leg. Then I feed the strap under thechair to the other side and pull on it. Her leg that’s tied snaps open against the arm of the chair, and Gray lets out a soft, “Oh!”
I quickly loop the other end of the strap around to secure her second thigh, then pull the buckle clip that shortens the strap. Her other leg is yanked back against the arm of the chair so her thighs are spread wide for me while her hands are secured to the top of the chair.
