“Untie me.”
“Sure.” My tone is mild as I unfasten my cuff links.
The bed frame creaks as she strains against the bonds on her wrists. I remove my shirt and drape it over a chair.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asks. Excitement. Desire. Anticipation.
“What am Inotgoing to do to you?” I coil my belt on top of the dresser.
“I was right. This is a kink for you,” she goads me.
“No, I was right—this is a kink for you.” I lay my dress pants next to the shirt. “You in, or you out?”
“What am I agreeing to?” The strap connecting her to the bed is too short for her to sit up on her knees. She either has to lie flat or stay on her hands and knees.
“I said, in or out? Yes…” I tilt her chin up so her eyes meet mine. “Or no?”
Her eyes narrow. “Do your worst.”
“With pleasure.” I kiss her hard, my tongue tangling briefly with hers.
Her head drops forward when I release her. Her lips glisten, slightly parted.
The belt is coiled where I left it. “Open your mouth.”
There’s a bit of resistance as the strap of the leather belt forces her jaw open.
She bites down on the belt. Her chest rises and falls. In the white lace, she’s an offering served up on the bed just for me. Her back arches as I run my fingers under the thong, now coated in her juices. Her cries are muffled by the makeshift gag. She throws her head back as I tug the panties to the side and flick my tongue along the slit of her hot, wet pussy.
She twists against the wrist cuffs. I don’t even have to ask her—she spreads her legs for me, begging me silently to take her. I give her another lick, a taste of what I have planned. Fucking her the night before hadn’t been enough. I couldn’t take my time, make sure that I ruined her for any other man.
I shrug off the boxer briefs, fist the hard length of my cock, then tease her with the head, rubbing her swollen clit.
She moans, low and needy.
I grab a condom from the nightstand and roll it on. Then I hook my hand in the belt around her head, position myself behind her, and pull her panties to the side. My fingers tighten on the leather belt, and I use it to pull her back against my cock when I slam into her.
Her pussy clenches around my cock as I bury it in her tight cunt.
She whimpers and moans around my belt as I fuck her, fuck her like I wanted to do when I first saw her on her hands and knees in my living room—her legs spread to offer me her greedy little pussy, to let her feel the thick length of my cock in her tight cunt.
Having her tied up on my bed is better than I could have imagined. It’s driving me crazy, having her there at my mercy. I don’t want to psychoanalyze it. Pretty sure I won’t like what I find. Instead, I fuck her harder, pounding into her with my hard cock as I work her clit with my fingers.
She rocks forward on my hand then back against my thrusts, grinding against me, her hips seeking me out as I pound into her. Too soon, she’s coming on my cock, her body shuddering around me.
I should savor it, but I’m too far gone, losing control, while she moans around the belt as she takes every thick inch of me. From the little whimpering noises she’s making and the way her thighs tremble, she’s close. She comes again as I spill into her.
She moans around the belt, and I slide out of her.
She sags on the bed as I step around to face her, discarding the condom on the way. She’s panting, two red lines on either side of her mouth after I unfasten the belt.
“That was so fucking hot.” I kiss her, taste the slight tang of the leather. She’s already making me hard again. “Dirty little girl. You like this. You do want me to tie you up.” I pinch her tits through the bra.
“Just trying to be a good prisoner.”
“I told you—you’re a guest.”
“I don’t think people usually tie up and fuck their houseguests.” She blows at a piece of hair hanging in her face. I tuck it behind her ear.
