“Fuck yeah.”
The dim lighting is helping my confidence as I continue. I grow bolder, going deeper with each pass, feeling the head of his dick push against the roof of my mouth each time.
As I suck it, moving my tongue around it, his hand comes to rest on my head. His fingers tighten and loosen before threading through my hair.
His cock touches the back of my throat, and it clenches tight as I pull back. I suppress the urge to gag.
“Stop.” His hands move to either side of my head, taking a gentle hold. “Do that again.”
I look up at him, his dark eyes glittering in the half light, but his gaze is so intense I can’t look away.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers. “I’ll go slow. But man, I love seeing you choke on me.”
A moan breaks free unbidden.Why is that so hot?I move my mouth over his cock again. His fingers brush gently against my hair as I open my mouth. I lower steadily, slowly, going further than I did before, until I gag on the tip as it pushes against my throat.
His hands move to either side of my head.
“Look at me.” I do, my mouth still encircling his cock. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
He lowers his hips, and his cocks slips out of my mouth with a soft pop.
“Put your hands on my knees.” I do it without question, captivated by that steady, heated stare. “If I go too far, or you want me to stop, you remove your hands. Is that clear?”
I nod.
“I want you to tell me, Amelia. Are you okay for me to do this? I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want.”
I nod again. “I want you to do it,” I say softly.
He closes his eyes. “Alright. Keep your hands on my knees like I said. Take them off if you want me to stop, and I’ll pull out.”
Then he grips my head harder, lines my mouth up with his cock, and thrusts back in. I gag, fighting for breath, but he pulls back before I panic. He begins to shove his hips forward, sitting up in his chair as he starts to drive up into my mouth, grunting with every pass.
“Fuck, Jesus, Fuck,” he mutters, his fingers tightening in my hair as my hands grip his knees so tightly it must be hurting him.
His dick hits the back of my throat, tight and hard, lingering there for seconds only before he pulls back again. I would never have thought I could be turned on by being used like this, but I can feel myself leaking down my thigh.
His movements become more frantic, holding me steady, using my mouth as a vessel for his pleasure. I don’t know why, but having him controlling my movements, not letting me participate, sends shuddering waves of pleasure through me.
Suddenly, he’s pulling out of my mouth, with a groan, and then he stands, tugging me to my feet. He rips off my jacket and shirt, the buttons popping everywhere, and then shoves me onto the seat where he was just sitting.
He grabs my arms, pushing them over my head as he takes the tie from his neck and ties my wrists to the headrest on the chair above me.
I’m splayed out, legs wide as his huge cock butts against the hem of my skirt.
He shoves it up to my hips, licking at my breasts over the top of my bra as he pushes my legs up, pulling off my pantyhose and underwear.
Someone is making high-pitched, moaning sounds, and it takes a moment for me to realize it’s me. I cry out as his fingers move between my legs.
“Christ, you’re soaked for me,” he murmurs, swearing under his breath as he pushes two fingers into me, his other hand reaching behind to the little silver pot on the desk and rummaging inside for a condom.
There’s a little clink as the lid topples onto the floor. Then he returns to me, pulling his fingers free and rolling the condom onto his cock. Without hesitation, he lines up his dick, pushing into me in one hard thrust.
I scream, and this time he doesn’t cover my mouth. My wrists are tied, and I can’t touch him. I can’t move. I’m pinned beneath him, and he’s slamming into me harder than he ever has before.
I’m coiled upward, my ass off the chair, my wrists fighting against their bonds, and I start to cry out with every thrust.
The angle is painfully good. I look up at him and for a moment, our eyes connect and hold, and I’m floored by how desperate I am to please him. In that second, I would do anything for this man, let him use me for whatever he wanted.
