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Despite her words, she continued to stroke me, each movement of her hand bringing me closer to the edge. Just when I thought I might come undone, she stopped, leaving me trembling.

"Look at you," she said, her voice thick with desire despite her controlled demeanor. "So beautiful when you're desperate."

She shifted position, lowering herself until her heat pressed against my thigh. Her arousal seeped into my skin like a brand. My fingers twitched uselessly above me, the restraints binding my wrists as I fought the primal urge to break free, to flip her beneath me and bury myself inside her. Her desire, so hot, so slick, combined with my immobility was a special kind of torture that threated to unravel what little composure I had left.

"Elin." I gasped, forgetting the rules in my desperation. "Please."

Her hand connected with my cheek in a sharp slap that wasn't hard enough to truly hurt but startled me, nonetheless. "Whatdid you call me?"

"Goddess," I corrected quickly, my heart pounding against my ribs. "I'm sorry, Goddess."

Her expression softened slightly. She leaned down and rewarded me with a kiss, her tongue sliding against mine in a way that made me moan into her mouth.

"Better," she whispered against my lips. "Much better. Break protocol again and I’ll stop completely. Understand?"

“Yes, Goddess.”

She pulled back, the sight of her bare skin in the light making my cock twitch. "Perhaps you deserve a reward after all."

Her thighs pressed against either side of my hips, warm and firm. When her slick pussy made contact with my hard cock, I couldn’t stop the raw, desperate sound that escaped me as my hips thrust upwards.

"Stay still," she commanded, sinking down onto me with excruciating slowness.

I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting every instinct to move. The sensation of her taking me in, inch by agonizing inch, was almost too much to bear. When she finally settled fully against me, we both exhaled shakily.

"Good boy," she praised, beginning to rock her hips in a gentle rhythm.

Her movements were measured at first, rising and falling with deliberate control that had me straining against my bonds. I needed to touch her, to grip her hips and guide her faster, harder. But the silk held firm, forcing me to surrender completely to her pace.

"Please." I gasped as she gradually increased her speed. "I need—"

"I know exactly what you need," she interrupted, leaning forward to twist my nipples between her fingers.

The sharp pain mingled with pleasure, sending electric pulses straight to my cock. I arched beneath her, helpless to do anything but take what she gave me.

"Look at me," she demanded, her voice husky with exertion. "I want to see your face when you cum for me."

I forced my eyes open, meeting her gaze as she rode me faster, her control slipping with each passing moment. Her nails dug into my chest, the sting only heightening the pleasure as she used me for leverage and she rode me faster and faster.

The sight of my Goddess with her cheeks flushed, tits bouncing with each thrust, and head thrown back in her own pleasure pushed me to the edge. I felt the familiar tightening, the building pressure that signaled I couldn't hold back much longer.

"Goddess—" I warned, my voice breaking.

"Now. Cum for me, Pretty Boy."

The feeling of her pussy pulsing around me shattered what little restraint I had left. I came with such intensity that it left me trembling and boneless against the sheets.

As the waves of pleasure receded, she collapsed against my chest, her breath hot and rapid against my neck. For several moments, we lay in silence, our heartbeats gradually slowing to a steadier rhythm.

She lifted her head, studying my face with an expression I couldn't quite read. Then, without warning, she reached up and untied my restraints, freeing my wrists from their silken prison.

I flexed my fingers, blood rushing back to my hands, before cautiously bringing them to rest on her hips. When she didn't object, I grew bolder, tracing the curve of her spine with my fingertips.

My Goddess’s smile was small but genuine as she looked up and met my gaze. “What do you need, my Goddess?”

“Just lie here with me for a bit.” She shifted, and I immediately felt the loss of her warmth, but she didn't go far, tucking herself against my side as if she belonged there.

And she did.