She shakes her head against my mouth, and I smile.
“Don’t lie to me.”
I climb onto the bed, my hand sliding out of her hair as I straddle her waist. I keep my hand against her mouth, keeping her head pressed against her pillow.
Her hands are pulling at my wrist, trying to tug my hand away. She’s actually using a decent amount of strength, so I remove my hand.
As soon as I do, she’s trying to push me off.
“Get off of me,” she says, her chest rising and falling as she tries to shove me away from her.
“I thought you might fight me,” I say, grabbing the ends of the rope that I’ve already tied to her headboard.
Her eyes go wide and she’s nearly stunned for a moment, not fighting me as I grab her wrists.
“The more you fight, the more I like it,” I tell her.
The boy scouts pay off as I make a handcuff knot and tighten it around her wrists. There’s enough slack in the rope that she can rest her hands above her head with no tension.
“Please, just take whatever you want and go,” she says, while trying to hide her eagerness.
“I am taking what I want. I might not leave, though.”
I slide my hands up and down her torso, cupping her breasts from the outside of her shirt, my thumbs rubbing circles around her nipples.
“Do you have any panties on, or were you just waiting for me?” I ask her, scooting down to her calves.
She tries to shimmy, but the effort she’s putting in is diminishing. She wants it too fucking bad.
I grip the hem of the shirt, tugging it up to her collarbone so I can see her beautiful body.
She tries to hold her thighs together, but gives in with little effort as I grab her by the knee, spreading her wide.
“You’re fucking dripping for it. I knew you’d have a pretty, needy pussy.”
An eager moan slips between her lips, and she tugs against the restraints.
“My boyfriend will be home any minute,” she says.
I can’t help but laugh, and slide two fingers along her clit, dragging down to her aching entrance.
“What will he think? Seeing how much wetter you get because I can give you what you want?”
“I don’t want this,” she says, bucking her hips against my hand, her body begging me for more while lies seep out of her mouth.
“Little liar,” I whisper, pushing two fingers inside of her pussy.
Her walls grip my fingers as I curl them, hitting that soft spot that has her back arching off the bed.
“Are you going to come before I even take your pussy?” I say, holding her leg against the bed.
“No,” she rasps out, her lips parting and her eyes closing in ecstasy as I rip her first orgasm out of her.
I use my thumb to strum her clit, my fingers never slowing as she clenches around me and she falls apart, moaning as her thigh shakes against my palm.
She pants and I slide my fingers out of her cunt, my hand covered in a sheen of her release.
“Would you look at that?” I say, spreading my fingers as her cum separates between two fingers.
