flicked her clit and tasted her passion. Her entire body lifted, strung with the same tension as a bow, and her mouth fell open. Her fingers dug into the top of her pillow. Reveling in the power he had over her, the power she’d gifted to him, trusted him with, he watched her struggle to hold off her orgasm.
At last he spoke the words. “Come for me.”
He locked his lips around her clit and sucked hard. She screamed, and her juices exploded. He lapped at them eagerly, smearing her essence all over his mouth. Rocketing up her body, he entered her pussy before it stopped pulsing.
Boneless and liquid, she offered no resistance. Her eyes widened the tiniest bit, and her pussy clenched him harder.
“Clean my face, slave. Use your tongue.”
She lifted her head to angle her mouth, and he felt the delicate flutter of her tongue against his skin. He thrust into her, establishing a slow rhythm that he could keep up for hours. The pulsing of her tight channel changed to match his pace, and he claimed her lips in a tender kiss.
“You have permission to climax as many times as you want, Marcella.” She had already submitted to him completely, and she had endured an unearned punishment just to please him. He needed to show her that her sacrifices would always be appreciated and rewarded.
He gritted his teeth when she convulsed around him only seconds later. Her already tight channel clamped down and nearly succeeded in milking him. Only his strong desire to give her more kept him from climaxing.
With unerring precision, he pumped his cock into her welcoming pussy. She whimpered and moaned. She begged, mindlessly calling his name and melding her soul with his. The next time she came, she screamed and thrashed and carried him over with her.
He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her hair, too spent to move. After some time, he jerked awake. The light cast by the reading lamp showed that she had fallen asleep as well. With a supreme effort, he loosened her bindings so that she could move and rolled his body so that he wasn’t crushing her. He drifted to sleep with one arm around her waist.
Chapter Five
Marcella woke to the feeling of Sean pushing his cock inside her pussy. In the darkness of the room, she could only make out his shape. She lifted her arms to draw him closer, and the nylon bindings whispered across the silk of the pillow above her head. She realized he had loosened the lead, but he hadn’t freed her from the cuffs. Immediately hot juices flowed to her pussy, and she involuntarily clenched around him.
In all the years she’d been active in the lifestyle, she’d never once wanted to wake up bound. Yet the idea of sleeping in restraints next to Sean just made her feel safe, secure, and loved. And it turned her on a lot.
The restraints he used would be easy to undo. She could get up in the morning and take them off by herself. She could release herself right now if she wanted. The restraints didn’t keep her bound to this bed. Sean did. His presence, his approval, his affection, and his authority kept her here. The cuffs were only a symbol of his power.
He lifted her legs and hooked her knees over his shoulders, and he pounded into her harder and harder. This quick fuck marked her as his. He had been generous earlier, and now he took what he wanted. She wondered if his permission to come as many times as she wanted still stood.
Heat and pressure built in her core. She gripped his biceps and held on for the ride. “Master, please may I come?”
“Yes.” His voice had that growly, half-asleep sound.
He slammed into her one last time. His body went stiff, and his hot semen shot into her pussy, setting off a new round of convulsions. She uttered a pleased sigh and loosened her tight hold on his arms as he released her legs.
Shifting to the side, he collapsed half on the bed and half on top of her body. In moments his even
At last he spoke the words. “Come for me.”
He locked his lips around her clit and sucked hard. She screamed, and her juices exploded. He lapped at them eagerly, smearing her essence all over his mouth. Rocketing up her body, he entered her pussy before it stopped pulsing.
Boneless and liquid, she offered no resistance. Her eyes widened the tiniest bit, and her pussy clenched him harder.
“Clean my face, slave. Use your tongue.”
She lifted her head to angle her mouth, and he felt the delicate flutter of her tongue against his skin. He thrust into her, establishing a slow rhythm that he could keep up for hours. The pulsing of her tight channel changed to match his pace, and he claimed her lips in a tender kiss.
“You have permission to climax as many times as you want, Marcella.” She had already submitted to him completely, and she had endured an unearned punishment just to please him. He needed to show her that her sacrifices would always be appreciated and rewarded.
He gritted his teeth when she convulsed around him only seconds later. Her already tight channel clamped down and nearly succeeded in milking him. Only his strong desire to give her more kept him from climaxing.
With unerring precision, he pumped his cock into her welcoming pussy. She whimpered and moaned. She begged, mindlessly calling his name and melding her soul with his. The next time she came, she screamed and thrashed and carried him over with her.
He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her hair, too spent to move. After some time, he jerked awake. The light cast by the reading lamp showed that she had fallen asleep as well. With a supreme effort, he loosened her bindings so that she could move and rolled his body so that he wasn’t crushing her. He drifted to sleep with one arm around her waist.
Chapter Five
Marcella woke to the feeling of Sean pushing his cock inside her pussy. In the darkness of the room, she could only make out his shape. She lifted her arms to draw him closer, and the nylon bindings whispered across the silk of the pillow above her head. She realized he had loosened the lead, but he hadn’t freed her from the cuffs. Immediately hot juices flowed to her pussy, and she involuntarily clenched around him.
In all the years she’d been active in the lifestyle, she’d never once wanted to wake up bound. Yet the idea of sleeping in restraints next to Sean just made her feel safe, secure, and loved. And it turned her on a lot.
The restraints he used would be easy to undo. She could get up in the morning and take them off by herself. She could release herself right now if she wanted. The restraints didn’t keep her bound to this bed. Sean did. His presence, his approval, his affection, and his authority kept her here. The cuffs were only a symbol of his power.
He lifted her legs and hooked her knees over his shoulders, and he pounded into her harder and harder. This quick fuck marked her as his. He had been generous earlier, and now he took what he wanted. She wondered if his permission to come as many times as she wanted still stood.
Heat and pressure built in her core. She gripped his biceps and held on for the ride. “Master, please may I come?”
“Yes.” His voice had that growly, half-asleep sound.
He slammed into her one last time. His body went stiff, and his hot semen shot into her pussy, setting off a new round of convulsions. She uttered a pleased sigh and loosened her tight hold on his arms as he released her legs.
Shifting to the side, he collapsed half on the bed and half on top of her body. In moments his even
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