Ariah turns to me, determination set in her features, “I saidfuck dinner, didn’t I?”
My dick jumps at her declaration. A smile grows on my face. “Strip,” I command as I walk over to the rack of ropes, pulling off three spools.
Ariah walks toward the bed, peeling off her hoodie and bra before she bends to unlace her docs and steps out of her jeans. Once undressed, she stands back to her full height, meeting my gaze with a challenge.
I’m not sure if she thinks I doubted she’d do it, but there isn’t a doubt in my mind that my little dove has bigger balls than any of us.
“Lie back on the bed. I’m going to tie your arms to the post to start. I want to make sure you’re not spooked by any of this,” I instruct.
I want so badly to just lay on top of her and let her hands roam— to let her explore me freely. I’m just not there yet— I don’t know if I ever will be.
Before she follows my orders, she walks up to me, unabashedly naked, lust pooling in her depths. “Thank you for caring about my needs, but I’ll be fine. I want you to be fine,” she declares and then turns, moving for the bed.
I watch her ass bounce with each step, eager to spread her wide and bury my face between those cheeks. I grip my dick at the thought and groan when she climbs on the bed, sliding slowly to her stomach before flipping over and opening her thick thighs to give me an unobstructed view of her already glistening bare pussy.
Fuck!I nearly throw the ropes and just dive in.
My feet move of their own volition, stopping right at the foot of the bed between her spread legs. My hand finds its way between her folds, gliding the wetness leaking out her pussy to her clit and circling. I pick up speed as her breath quickens but pull away before she can reach her peak. She turns her flushed face in my direction.
“You don’t play fair,” she groans.
“I never said I would.” I walk around the bed, leaning over to clasp the rope around her wrist, looping one end and sliding it through to make a knot. The black rope looks beautiful against her skin. I can almost picture her completely bound.
Before I tie her other wrist, I stand and disrobe. My dick throbs between my muscled thighs as I climb back on the bed, take the rope from her left wrist, reach over, and bind it to her other one. As I lean over for her other hand, I feel her breath against my shaft before I feel her mouth wrap around me.
“Shittt,” I grunt, nearly buckling on top of her. She doesn’t let my sudden jerk stop her. I peer down and watch as she lifts her head off the bed in order to take me deeper into her mouth.
My head falls back as I enjoy the sensation of her tongue swirling around my tip. I clench my glutes, trying to regain my focus. Then I grab Ariah’s hair, pulling her from my cock. I want to cry at the loss of the feeling, but I want more, and I can’t have that until she’s bound.
“You’re being bad, Dove. You had your chance to eat dinner. Now you have to wait to be fed,” I state, releasing her hair and tying her other wrist. Finally, I bring the excess rope to the metal hook at the top of the bed. I loop it through, pulling until Ariah’s arms are stretched above her head, and tie it. I double-check the knot, ensuring it will hold before I climb off the bed.
“How does that feel? Are you okay?” I ask, reaching to grab the other spool of rope.
“Ready for more,” she moans. The sound causes my dick to jump.
I drop the rope.Fuck it.I can frog-tie her another time. Hearing her so wanton has me changing my game plan. Instead, I grab a condom and roll it on before squatting between her legs. Then I lower my nose to her pussy, and inhale.Jesus.She smells so fucking tantalizing. My mouth latches onto her clit while three fingers slide into her waiting walls.
“Ahh, yess,” she cries out, her legs almost snapping together.
“Keep your legs open, or I’ll tie them up,” I growl against her pussy. Her only response is another moan of pleasure and a clench around my fingers. I twist the digits inside her, pumping in and out slowly as my teeth nip at her clit. Just as I feel her orgasm mount, I pull my fingers out, crawl on the bed and slam inside her just as she comes, squeezing my cock so hard I nearly nut.
Before she can come down from her first orgasm, I renew my pace. My hips thrust back and forth, each stroke deeper than the last. I lean over her, grabbing her hair, bringing her mouth back to mine, and biting her lip. She returns my kiss tenfold, whimpering as my hips buck.
I need more.
Pulling from the kiss, I lower her back to the bed and pull out of her long enough to flip her, the hook on the wall allowing her to not be in pain as it turns with her. I slide my hand under her stomach and help lift her to her knees. Once she’s set, I spread her ass and suck from hole to hole.
“Fuck, Lev. Please, I need more,” she begs.
Positioning myself behind her, I sink back in, inch by inch, enjoying the feel of her stretching around me— how deep I feel from this angle— how fucking glorious her ass looks in this position. My hand raises and lands against her cheek, the imprint of my palm showing momentarily before disappearing. The idea of my hand imprinting for longer causes me to jerk on my next thrust.
I grip the globes of her ass. “Soon, I’m going to tie you up and have my ropes all over this fucking beautiful body as I mark you as mine, and you’re going to come so hard that the only dicks that will ever satisfy you will belong to my brothers and me,” I growl, bucking in and out of her.
“Don’t fucking stop,” she cries when I pull out and slam back in.
I remove my left hand and reach around her hips until my fingers rub her clit. Her body shakes, and her walls grip me so hard I forget to roll my hips forward.
“Fuck,” I snarl, finding my rhythm again. I pull my hips back and snap forward just as I pinch her clit. Ariah comes on a loud shriek, spasming around my cock. I explode into the condom so hard I get lightheaded.
