Like I said, I don’t have an exhibitionist kink, so I don’t truly want to play or fuck in front of an audience. However, Hayes isruthlesslyopposed to anyone seeing me in any way, and I knew that this would make him snap.
A grin tilts my lips as he spins me around so my back is to him. But it falters when I feel something wrap around my wrists. I try to look at him over my shoulder while I test my wrists, but they’re tied together tightly.
“Hayes.”
He doesn’t answer me; only carefully lifts me over his shoulder, still gentle with my tender body, and strides toward the door.
My pussy clenches and drips in anticipation. “Fucking finally,” I want to yell, but wisely stay quiet, because that would likely make him edge me longer.
Instead, I enjoy the view of his magnificent ass, and the feel of his corded, taut body under mine, imagining all the things he’s going to do to me.
There’s the sound of an electronic keypad, then Hayes walks into a room. It’s dim, and the music is low and sensual, and I recognize it as his private room.
So much has passed since the first night I was in here. So much has been revealed, and I’ve discovered more about myself than just my hedonistic desires since that night.
“I love you, Hayes.”
He gently sets me on my feet. He pulls his mask off, then mine. “I still have no words to truly describe the love I feel for you. You’re my Roman Empire. My reason for every breath. My reason for living.”
Then he ravages my mouth.
Knowing I’m the first and only one he’s kissed, regardless of his vast experience in this kinky world, makes me all the more ravenous.
With my hands tied behind my back, I press my body flush against his, trying to get as close as possible.
His hands are all over me. Delving into my unbound hair, running over my bare back, squeezing and kneading my ass.
“Please, Hayes,” I whimper, not caring that I’m begging. If he wants me to, I’ll crawl to him.
He doesn’t answer me, only leads me over to the sex bench. Our main goal tonight is for me to ride the Sybian Saddle while I choke on his cock and he wrenches multiple orgasms out of me,but if we don’t get to the main event yet, I’m okay with it. As long as he touches me the way I need him to.
Staring deep into my eyes, he undoes the tie of my dress from behind my neck. My breasts are pushed out because of my arms being restrained behind me, and the silk slips down my body to pool at our feet. His nostrils flare as he takes me in.
The animalistic lust that covers his face as he looks at my naked body is intoxicating.
Before I can say or do anything, though, he spins me around and bends me over the sex bench.
I moan in desperation and eagerness for his cock to fill me. “No condom.”
He goes entirely still behind me.
“Hayes.” I look over my shoulder at him. “Don’tput on a condom.”
He’s fully dressed, his cock still hidden away underneath his clothes, and he just stares at me.
“I’m not lust-drunk.” I bite my lip. “We should’ve talked about this earlier, but I wanted to surprise you.”
“Are you sure?” he rasps, his throat moving as he swallows.
“Positive. But please.” I squirm, telling him that I need him.
A dark smirk tilts his lips. “Turn back around and lie still like my perfect good girl that you are.”
My core squeezes, and I bite back a moan. The part of me that craves to submit and turn my pleasure over to him squeals in delight.
I obey and melt into the soft leather of the bench, using my imagination to fill in the blanks as I hear him get whatever he needs for whatever he’s planning. I’d be happy just for him to fuck me from behind and come all over my back and ass for this first round, but I lie still and remain quiet with bated breath.
“Such a perfect girl,” he praises, trailing kisses down my spine. “Bent over for me, with your hands tied behind your back,waiting, allowing me to do what I please.” His teeth graze my skin as he moves back up my spine, then he bites my neck. “Remember your safe word.”
