I let my tongue slip lower to delve between her splayed ass cheeks. She writhes in her bindings, trying to break free. I lift a hand and squeeze her left breast, making her yelp.
My cock is so hard it could pound through steel. Only years of restraint keep me from spilling all over myself.
I tickle her clit until her stomach tenses, and she’s thrown her head back, giving herself over to her climax. And then I back off.
She moans, panting. I press my palm against her pussy and press lightly, grounding her, teasing her, keeping her on edge.
“The next time you come will be on my cock.”
“Rex, please?—”
“No.” I swat her pussy and watch with sadistic pleasure as she tenses and howls. “When you’re naked, and I’m not, you call me ‘Sir.’” I go back to kissing her sweet cunt, ignoring her cries for mercy. Her thighs are taut on either side of my head. I savor her sweetness and devour her, licking my plate clean of salty nectar.
“Please, Sir,” she finally begs. I can tell she’s close by the quiver of her calves, her toes.
“Soon, little bird. You’re doing so well for me.” I stand and shuck off my underwear, admiring the beauty of her devastation. Her lips are plump from my kisses, and her glistening golden skin bears my marks.
She’s perfect like this, tied to my bed and thoroughly adored. I release the ties keeping her legs upright, allowing her to lie prone on the bed. But I’m not giving her a break. I kneel on the bed by her head and probe her lips with my cock. “Open.” Her lips part. My cock jerks at the first puff of her warm breath. I fight the pleasure building in the base of my spine and slide into her mouth. She feels like heaven, like home. “So good. Your mouth is perfect for me.” The praise makes her crane her head further, trying harder to please me. Her tongue strokes the underside of my cock, and her cheeks hollow as she adds suction. “That’s it. Get it nice and wet.”
I take her hair and guide her head as she tries to swallow me further. After a few inches, she chokes. I retreat, then force her to gag, again and again, until tears run out from under the blindfold.
She already knows it’s not easy to please me. It’s not easy to be mine. But my little bird likes it hard. She loves the challenge.
“Good girl.” I pull out and trace her puffy lips. I collect her tears and taste them. “How you please me.”
She sobs and accepts my soft kiss. I keep a hand on her throat so she knows I’m in control.
I move between her legs again. She’s still tied, spread-eagled in the center of the bed. I take the time to lube up my cock, fisting my length and squeezing until I groan. I use the head of my cock to spread the lube around her lower lips.
I’m almost ready to claim her. There’s only one thing left to do.
I reach behind her and fiddle with the knot at the back of her head, ready to undo the blindfold.
“No, please.” She shies away as much as she can with her arms secured over her head.
I grip her chin. “I’m going to take you now. And you will look at me.” I lift the silk to bare her eyes.
She’s breathing hard, overcome. Her gaze flies around the room and finds a home on my upper torso. She seems arrested by the scars that mar my chest, evidence of the dangerous nature of my hunts.
“Look at me, little bird,” I command, and she meets my gaze. The whites of her eyes flash. She’s startled prey caught in a trap. I set a hand on her chest and rest a little weight there, willing her to match the rhythm of my breath. “I’ve got you.” Her breathing slows. “I’ve got you.”
Her eyelids grow heavy as she calms. I can’t wait any longer. I push the head of my cock into her unyielding entrance. She’s slow to accept me, and I grit my teeth to keep from spilling too soon. I wait for her to soften, stroking her lovely cheek.
“I knew you would come to me. No,” I shush her when her lips tremble with a protest. “I know you did your best to resist. You can still fight me, little bird. I love it when you do.” I lean over her, holding myself over her body. With every minute that passes, my cock slides another millimeter inside her. “You come alive when you do. I never want to snuff out that fire.”
She whimpers and turns her head away. I catch her chin, forcing her to face me. “You will look at me while I fuck you.”
“It’s too much. I can’t.”
“You can take it. You will.” I rock into her, forcing her muscles to stretch. Her fingers clench and spasm like she wants to touch me. To claw at me, to stop me or force me closer, I will never know.
My balls are lead weights, swollen with cum. I want to ruin and ravage her, carve my name on her insides. But, no, tonight is for her. When she’s fully claimed and trained, there’ll be plenty of time to wreck her.
“Oh, gods!”
“When I’m inside you like this, you may call me Rex.”
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