Progress.
I take one of her breasts in my mouth. I can taste the sweat from her workout, but surprisingly, it only turns me on more, closingmy teeth on her nipple just enough where she lets out a squeal. “In that case, I’ll have to hurt you then.”
She whimpers.
“Give me one of your feet.” She kicks her right leg up without hesitation, then I rip off her shoe and sock. “Now, the other.” I follow suit, then pull her leggings and underwear down so that she’s completely exposed in front of me.
“Are you wet for me?” I murmur.
“Yes, sir.”
“Fuck.” I hiss, feeling like I’m losing all control.
I take a step forward, pulling her chin up so she looks into my eyes. Is she being herself right now? Or is she tailoring her behavior to be perfect in the bedroom for me?
Her legs wrap around me; she grinds herself against my throbbing cock. I can’t help but crush my lips against hers. My tongue forcing its way into her mouth. It feels… perfect as time ceases to exist and all I can focus on is our connection.
And this makes me realize we haven’t properly kissed before, except for the peck at the altar. With Sofia and I, of course we did everything fucking backwards. The only intimacy was a kinky spanking session and the morning we had sex.
I pull away from her, biting her lip.
She looks so beautiful staring up at me, and I wonder how I’ve fallen under her spell so easily. Her brown eyes rake down my body, lower and lower, then back up to my face. I know what she’s silently asking for.
I reach down and feel her wet pussy as I brush the hair out of her face with my other hand. She closes her eyes and squirms at my touch, biting her lip. “Is this what you wanted?”
“…Yes,” she moans.
“You love giving yourself to me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I thrust two fingers inside her, making her back arch as she dangles beneath the bar. I hold on to her side with my free hand to stabilize her, hoping that her arms aren’t in any pain. But something tells me she’s more focused on the sensations below.
I continue playing with her until her face looks flushed and her breath quickens—I can tell she’s close.
I pull my hand away and take a step back.
Her eyes open up and meet mine, looking confused for a beat. Then they narrow when she realizes what I’m doing.
“Tell me.”
She doesn’t give me a defiant ‘no’. She doesn’t even shake her head. She just hangs there looking defeated.
“No?” I chuckle and move towards her again, this time dropping to my knees. Being this close to her, the smell of her nearly drives me insane, but I maintain control.
“You won’t tell me how you contacted them? I’ll make this greedy pussy feel so good if you tell me.”
I allow myself one taste, assuming that she won’t come just from that. I lick up her folds slowly as she squirms against the restraints, but I stop my tongue as soon as it gets to her clit.
She whimpers above me, then lifts one of her legs, resting it on my shoulder as if she’s trying to guide my head to the right place.
“Tell me.”
“Please.”
“Not until you say who helped you.”
“I… can’t.”
