“Yes, Sir,” she coos with a hint of that sass I love so much. Not sure why, but her calling me sir has my dick ready to bust through my pants to get to her.
Slowly, I lift my t-shirt over my head, then proceed to relieve my throbbing cock from the confines of my pants and boxers. She releases a guttural moan as I begin to crawl on the bed, nudging her legs wider to make more room for me.
“God, your body was sculpted by the Gods,” she purrs as her eyes rake over my body. “Please, have your way with me.”
“Oh, I plan on it.”
I make quick work of tying her wrists tight above her head and then securing her to the headboard. I feel something wet, just as I’m finishing my work and I look down and see her mouth hovering and teasing the head of my dick.
Jesus.
I’m tempted to push my way inside and fuck her throat like this, but I’ve got my mind set on another of her holes tonight and I won’t last if I take both right now.
“Naughty girl,” I chuckle as I pull away from her. “But you’re not in charge right now. I am. But don’t worry, I’ll make it easier for you.”
Reaching back into the nightstand drawer, I grab what I need and her muscles tense underneath me when she sees I’ve grabbed a large roll of silver duct tape.
Tearing off a piece with my teeth, I place it over her sassy mouth. “Now it’s time to let me do all the work.” She moans softly, then nods and I slide back down her body to get this show on the road.
She can’t touch me. She can’t speak. All she has to do now isfeel.
I’m inside of her within seconds and her hips thrust to meet mine as I pound into her, relentlessly plunging my hard cock as far into her warm, wet hole as I can. Her cheeks are pink and her chest heaves as she takes everything I’m giving her.
“You’re doing so good, Angel. Giving your body over to me like this.”
She grunts into the tape as her body begins to thrash along with what my cock can tell is a very intense orgasm. She’s damn near squeezing it off.
Her body tenses and her eyes go wide, her pupils blown. She’s trying to tell me something.
“Shhhh,” I reassure her, my words soothing and low. “Focus on me. That’s all you have to do.”
I catch a lone tear sliding down her cheek as she shakes her head violently from side to side.
Shit.
Something’s not right.
I still my movement and peel the tape as gently as I can from her lips.
She releases an agonizingly painful gasp. “My wrist!” she screams. “Ah, fuck. My wrist.”
My eyes dart to her hands tied to the headboard and I see one is a different color than the other. One is pink and the other is very much… not pink.
“Hayes, pleaseeee. It hurts so fucking bad.”
I lean over to fumble with the shitty knots and her worsening cries tell me I’m taking too long.
“Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m going as fast as I can.”
“Hayyyyyyes,” she cries and the rope finally comes loose, releasing her.
She pulls her hand close, cradling it to her chest as she continues to cry.
Fuck. Her hand is still quite purple.
I move to sit at her side. Pulling her close, I rub my hand along her back. “Angel, we have to go to the hospital to get that looked at.”
“I-it’s not that bad, baby. I promise.” Her head turns to consider me and I know she’s lying. It’s written all over her beautiful face.
