I kiss each wrist before binding them. Her arms stretch forward, her body bowed beneath me—offered and open. My fingers glide down the curve of her hips, lower, teasing the slick heat between her thighs without touching. She squirms, her body reacting.
“You’re everything I want. You don’t even know how fucking good you are for me, Babygirl.”
A low moan slips from her, soft and wrecked. Her back arches deeper, a silent offering. She trembles with her arms bound and eyes covered.
She looks like devotion incarnate.
But tonight, she’s the one being worshipped.
She doesn’t flinch when I kneel behind her, the mattress dipping under my weight. She’s already where I want her—on her knees, face buried in the sheets, wrists bound to the headboard, spine curved in perfect, trembling submission.
I settle behind her and let the silence stretch. Let it crawl over her skin. Let her feel the weight of it.
The weight of me.
“Open wider.”
She shivers, thighs trembling as her knees inch apart. I watch her slowly spread for me—obedient and soaked. She’s exposed, everything on display, but I don’t touch her.
Not yet.
“You’re stunning like this, open to me with every inch of you consenting.”
I trail my fingers up her inner thigh. She gasps when I skim her slick folds, her pussy wet and pulsing against my touch.
I move lower, hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wide until I can see everything. Her cunt’s swollen and leaking, skin flushed and hot. I bury my face in it—deep and greedy—tongue sliding through her slit, nose pressed to the seam of her. I breathe her in, let the taste and scent drown me.
Then I drag her pussy across my mouth, coating my lips, chin, and entire fucking face in her juices.
It’s primal. Filthy.
Intoxicating.
She jerks, breath catching in her throat. “Oh—God?—”
“You taste like sin,” I growl against her, the words soaked in heat, lips pressed to her clit. She cries out, hips bucking, but I lock her down with both hands and suck her clit into my mouth.
She makes a broken sound and arches, her body coming apart under the strain. Her wrists pull against the silk.
The way she struggles makes my cock throb.
She’s not running.
She’s writhing.
Begging.
And I’m nowhere near done with her.
My tongue flicks faster, merciless in its devotion, then slows to long, dragging strokes that peel desperate gasps from her parted lips. Itake her to the edge and shove her past it. My mouth becomes an obscene prayer.
Her body trembles beneath me, thighs twitching, breath breaking. She’s barely holding on. I can tell by the way her cunt tightens, in the way her hips chase my mouth.
Every moan is a confession.
Every breath, a plea.
She shakes, and a thin, high-pitched whine cracks in her throat. “I… oh my God…”
