My hips are resting on his thighs as he pounds into me. The head of his cock slides over the little bundle of nerves with each pump of his hips. I pull at the silk binds around my wrists. “Ugh, I wanna touch you.”
Dom shakes his head. “You’re the one who practically begs to be tied up every night.”
Since the parole hearing, I’ve spent every night at Dom’s. We don’t really talk about that fact. If I’m still working after he’s done for the day, he comes by Dragonfly and waits for me to get off work.
We’re like teenagers with teenage libidos.
His hand wraps around my cock, smearing the precum with his thumb. I groan at the sensations. “Well, Ichanged my mind.”
“Too late. That’s not how this works. You know the rules. Once you’re tied, you’re mine.”
I slide my bound wrists over his head, pulling him closer. “I’m always yours.”
His lips crash onto mine. Wasting no time, I open for him. I will happily take every kiss this man ever gives me.
My cock throbs as he picks up the pace, desperate to be touched again as I continue to hold back my orgasm… for now. It’s not going to be long.
Dom leans back on his heels, his hands spread around my waist as he practically fucks me onto his cock.
“Fuck, please…. please… I promise I’ll let you tie me upandblindfold me next time if you let me come. Ineedto come.”
He chuckles, low and sexy. “Don’t worry, little mouse, I’ve got you.”
I don’t know what that means… What does that mean?
Do I get to come? How has he “got me?”
The mystery is solved a few seconds later when he wraps his fist around my cock and a couple of strokes later he sets me free.
“Okay, baby… Come for me.”
My whole body quakes when I finally let go. A zing of pleasure shoots down my spine, my balls draw up tight, and my back bows off the bed.
I see motherfucking stars. I always do when I’m with him.
With a few more pumps, Dom’s rhythm falters. He slams home one more time before he buries himself deep and fills me.
I let out an ungodly moan at the sensations. When his cock finally stops twitching, he falls next to me, chest heaving.
“Do you think they’ll know what we were doing?” I ask in short pants. “Because my poker face is shit.”
He lets out a laugh that feels light and free. “Judging by thegroup chat and the number of times it’s dinged in the last twenty minutes, I suspect they’re all doing the same thing.”
Ding. We both bark out a laugh.
I roll over, splaying myself across his chest. The feel of his release dripping from my hole causes tiny shivers of aftershocks. Dom kisses me with the same amount of passion he had before he fucked my brains out.
I moan into his mouth when I feel the pad of his finger swirl around my slick, sensitive hole, playing with his cum leaking out of me.
“How would you feel if I plugged you, huh? Kept my cum inside you all night, marking what’s mine.”
“Oh, I’m so down.” This man could have a foot fetish, and I would still be down for whatever he’s got.
He smacks my ass, and I let out a yelp. “Let’s go. Into the shower with you. We’re gonna be late.”
“I thought we were gonna be fashionably late?”
“Yeah, if we’d gotten there twenty minutes ago, we’d be fashionably late… Now we’re just late.”
