My eyes roll back. A raw, animal sound tears from my throat as her mouth closes around me—hot, velvet-slick, obscene in how perfect it feels. My fingers clamp around the arms of the chair, nails carving shallow crescents as she lowers her head further, taking more, pushing past my last shred of composure.
She’s playing with power. Taking the control I offered her—yet binding her own hands to soften the imbalance, to make the game fair, safe,ours.
The anxiety from moments before still flickers at the edges of me, but it no longer rules me. The unease tries to claw its way back in, but she drowns it out with every glide of her tongue, every soft hum vibrating around me.
My heart pounds not from dread but from her—from the way her mouth worships me. My hands itch not to claw at my skin but to reach for her, to anchor myself in her warmth, her presence.
She pierced the shame clean through—burst it wide open the second she wiped me down, touched me gently, made space for me.
Now, there is onlyus.
Only the ways we pull each other back from the edge.
Every muscle in my body tightens as she begins to suck harder, her head moving in a slow, torturous rhythm. Her tongue traces the thick vein along my length before swirling around the head, pulling a sharp breath from me. She moans at the salty taste of pre-cum, and the vibration shreds my control.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp, voice breaking as the pleasure builds, violent and electric.
She looks up at me, her eyes dark, hands bound, and something primal detonates in my chest. My gaze flickersbetween the scarf around her wrists and the devotion in her eyes, and the pleasure spikes hard.
She’s so… mine.
Mine to love.
Mine to protect.
Mine to fall apart for.
Justmine.
She draws back until only the very tip of me remains between her lips, then tilts her head and presses me into the soft cushion of her inner cheek. The moan she releases vibrates along every inch of my length, low and decadent, her eyes fluttering as she pushes me deeper against that tender, wet flesh.
My hands spasm, trying to anchor me as she gives me exactly what’s driving me insane. Every moan, every slick sweep of her tongue, every glazed roll of her eyes drags me farther from the spiraling edge of my own thoughts, tearing my anxiety apart one ragged breath at a time.
Heat blooms in my chest, coils in my throat, and pools at the base of my spine. My heart hammers, and my breath shortens. The orgasm creeps closer, slashes of euphoria licking up my nerves. I throw my head back, a raw cry ripping from me before she pulls away.
The loss of her mouth strikes me like a blade, and shock detonates through me, widening my eyes, hollowing out my lungs.
I force my head down, struggling to breathe, and find her staring up at me. She raises her bound hands toward me, wrists trembling, eyes pleading silently. The rejection gnaws at the edges of my mind, a hollow ache spreading into numbness, twisting with a flash of desperation.
Without a word, I lean forward and untie the scarf. It slips from my fingers and barely brushes the floor before she climbsinto my lap, pressing her entire body against mine until the air between us ceases to exist.
“No touching,” she whispers, chest heaving as she shifts, settling into position above my straining cock.
The moment her slick heat grazes my tip, my eyes slam shut, and a helpless, broken whimper escapes me.
I didn’t know I could make that sound. I didn’t know anyone could make me unravel like this. The things this woman pulls from me should be studied like a fucking phenomenon.
Slowly, she lowers herself onto me. Her tight walls curl around my length, inch by torturous inch. A simultaneous moan tears out of both of us as she takes me deeper, the orgasm she stole rising again inside me, brick by fragile brick.
My hands claw at the chair’s arms until the wood cracks, splintering beneath my grip. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to stay still while she adjusts, sinking further, her breath stuttering at the angle.
Tears form in her eyes, shimmering trails against the shadows as she begins to circle her hips, grinding herself onto me. The slow rotation drags me along her inner heat, every movement squeezing me tighter, coaxing another groan from deep in my chest.
“Fuck,” she breathes, her face tightening with effort, sweat beading along her hairline.
Before I even understand what I’m doing, my hands lift—wiping the sweat from her forehead, from her temples, my fingers soft where everything else inside me is feral.
She didn’t want us touching, but I can’t sit here and take everything she gives without giving something back.
