She shuddered violently, mere words sending her closer and closer to another explosive orgasm. She loved the descriptive and explicit way he talked. Low and dirty but so very sexy. His words were as provocative and arousing as his touch.
He began driving into her, ruthlessly opening her to meet his powerful forward surges. His hands slid to her hips, his fingers digging deep as he held her firmly in place and then yanked her back to meet his next thrust.
Then one hand covered her bound hands while the other went to tangle in her hair, pulling hard, so that her head was lifted from the bed and she could see him, legs apart, hunched over her behind as he penetrated her deep and then remained there as he stared at her.
For a long moment, they simply shared, without words, the power of the magnetic pull between them. As if both were helpless to end it. She didn’t want it to end and judging by the brooding, determined look on his face, he felt the same as she did.
Then he closed his eyes, his big body shuddering against hers as he slowly withdrew from her aching body.
He walked around to the side of the bed and then lifted her so she was on her knees, her hands still tied behind her back. Then he got onto the bed, positioning himself so she was between his splayed thighs and his back rested against the headboard.
He pulled her down, framing her face with his hands, and positioned her mouth over his engorged erection.
“Open,” he said roughly. “But don’t move. Don’t do anything but remain how I’ve positioned you while I fuck your mouth as hard as I can.”
Bent over as she was, hands tied behind her back and Drake grasping her head, directing her movements, she had no choice but to follow his dictates.
He lowered her head once her lips parted and pushed in hard and deep, stopping at the back of her throat with a guttural groan that vibrated through his penis and into her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair, lifting it up and away from her face so he could have an unimpeded view of her sucking him off.
She wishedshecould see the erotic scene. Just the fact that she was giving this man so much pleasure had already reduced her to a quivering glob, her senses so heightened that she was precariously close to orgasming from the sheer act of pleasuring him.
She hummed around his enormous erection and was rewarded by another inarticulate, strangled noise erupting from his throat. She smiled around his cock and relaxed so he could have complete, unfettered access to her body and whatever he chose to do.
He swore violently, his hands and movements suddenly stilling. Alarm made her pulse ratchet up. Had she done something wrong? Had she hurt him?
As though sensing her sudden tension, he stroked a hand through her hair and tilted her chin upward enough that his cock slid most of the way out and she was able to see his expression.
“I’m close,” he admitted. “Too damn close and I’m not ready for it to be over with.”
She smiled even as her tongue performed a delicate dance around the head of his penis.
“I want that ass, Angel, but it’s going to take time to prepare you for that. I’m going to untie you because I want you to use your hands to pleasure yourself while I ready you and then especially when I get inside you so that you feel no pain.”
She flushed at the idea of essentially masturbating in front of him, and as if sensing just what she was thinking, he hoisted her up so she was kneeling between his knees facing him. He smiled and thumbed her swollen lips.
“Trust me, babe. It won’t be the easiest to take me unless you pleasure yourself, especially when I first get inside you. The point is to have you so far gone and desperate for release that you’ll be begging me to go hard and fast so you can get off, and just so you know, you don’t come until I tell you. Because if it’s all over for you and I’m only just getting started, it isn’t going to feel as good, and I plan to fuck your sweet ass for a long time.”
Her entire body became heated and she fidgeted between his thighs, already impatient to experience Drake’s complete possession. He freed her hands and gently rubbed her wrists to ensure she had experienced no discomfort. Then he tossed the rope to the floor and cupped her chin, looking directly into her eyes.
“Position yourself like you were before, knees to the edge of the bed. Put your head down and rest your chest on the mattress so you can reach yourself and be able to rub your clit however it makes you feel good. I’m going to get some lube from the bathroom. In the meantime, I want you like I told you to be and I want to see you touching yourself and getting yourself worked up when I get back.”
There was a distinct edge in his voice, one that told her not to even think of disobeying him.
She slid from beneath his thighs and then got onto her hands and knees and inched her way back until she was on the edge of the bed. Then she leaned down, letting her face and chest rest against the mattress, and wiggled experimentally as she positioned her hand on herpelvis. She let her fingers slide slowly lower until she stroked her already throbbing clitoris and gave a soft sigh of contentment as streaks of pleasure wafted through her veins.
Drake was gone and back before she even registered his departure. She was so absorbed in the decadent sensations she was experiencing that she didn’t realize he’d come back until his hand slid over her ass, startling her and yanking her out of the cloud she’d become immersed in.
“If you start to come, stop touching yourself,” Drake said. “When I tell you to come, then get there, because it means I’m about to come and I want you with me.”
“I’m with you, Drake,” she whispered softly, smiling in a way she knew he found pleasing because of the sudden fire that blazed in his eyes.
He rubbed his thumb over the seam of her ass, the lubricant a cool contrast to his much warmer hands. Then he slid the blunt tip of a single finger just inside her puckered opening and she sucked in deeply, her eyes widening in surprise at just how big his finger seemed.
“Touch yourself,” Drake bit out. “I haven’t told you to stop. I’m going to fuck your ass whether you prepare yourself or not. The choice is yours.”
If she was so resistant to just his finger, she had no idea how his enormous erection was ever going to make it. She needed no second reminder and she didn’t want to displease Drake by defying him, so she began to gently rotate her finger around her clit until she found the right angle, the right amount of pressure and the speed she needed in order to distract herself from the gentle, yet persistent probing as Drake ensured she was well lubricated enough to take him.
Remembering not to stop touching herself when he fit his cock to her opening, she closed her eyes and concentrated only on the pleasurable sensations her fingers gave her. But then the overwhelming pressure and the burn that accompanied his initial breach of her tiny entrance became something else entirely.
