"Really?"
"Really." I smiled. "Gianna will be thrilled. She loves planning parties."
"The same Gianna who organized a BDSM auction for charity?"
"The very same. Trust me, she has range." I pulled her toward the door. "Come on. We've been talking business for too long. I have other plans for the rest of our night."
"What kind of plans?"
"The kind where I introduce you to impact play and see how pretty you look with my handprints on your ass."
She shivered, and I watched her pupils dilate with want.
"And after that?" she asked breathlessly.
"After that, we see if you can take me in your mouth without gagging. And then I'm going to fuck you again, slower this time. I want to know how many times I can make you come." I backed her against the wall, crowding her. "And somewhere in there, between orgasms, we're going to keep talking. Keep learning each other. Keep figuring out if this crazy idea of ours could actually work."
"And in the morning?"
"In the morning, we do it all again." I kissed her neck, feeling her pulse jump under my lips. "But that's hours away. Right now, you're still in that first contract with me. And I intend to make the most of every second."
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
And just like that, we were back in the dynamic. Back to the power exchange that felt as natural as breathing. I took her hand and led her toward the bedroom. The flogger I'd bought specifically for this. The restraints still hanging from the bedposts. The blindfold, anal plug, and the vibrator I'd purchased. We had to figure out if we could build a marriage out of chemistry, necessity, and mutual benefit.
Dez
"On the bed," I commanded, my voice rough with need. "On your knees."
Angelina obeyed immediately, climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on all fours. The sight of her like that, still flushed from the orgasm I'd given her with the flogger and my fingers, her thighs glistening, made my dick throb.
"Perfect," I murmured, stripping off my boxer briefs and climbed onto the bed behind her. "Now, I'm going to lie down, and you're going to climb over my face. Understand?"
"You want me to…"
“Do I really need to repeat what I said?”
I stretched out on my back, and she moved carefully, straddling my chest first, looking down at me with eyes that held equal parts nervousness and desire.
"Higher," I commanded. "I want that pretty pussy right over my mouth."
She shifted, moving up until she was positioned exactly where I wanted her—hovering over my face, close enough that I could smell her arousal, see how wet she still.
"Hands behind your back," I ordered.
She complied, clasping her hands at the small of her back, and the position made her back arch beautifully, pushed her breasts forward.
"Fuck, yes." I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto my mouth.
She gasped as my tongue found her clit, still sensitive from her last orgasm. I could taste myself on her mixed with her own sweetness. The combination was intoxicating.
"Now," I said against her flesh, "you're going to suck my dick while I eat this perfect pussy. And you're going to keep your hands exactly where they are. If you move them, I stop. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," she breathed.
"Then get to work."
She leaned forward carefully, her balance precarious with her hands behind her back, and I felt her breath ghost over my dick before her mouth wrapped around the head. Her breasts pressed against me, giving me more of her softness.
