Claimed by Stacey Kennedy

twice. The squeeze of her pussy around his finger delighted him. The dark seductive look she gave urged him on.
    With his free hand, he gathered up both of her wrists and pinned them to her stomach. Her body jerked as if her blood were too hot for her veins—a clear sign that bondage would arouse her. Her cheeks were bright red, eyes wide and accepting of the pleasure, and her musk swept through his nostrils, tightening his groin.
    He loved the wild look of her, but he wasn’t quite ready to send her there. He withdrew his finger and she whimpered. Last night clearly had been as long for her as it had been for him. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one sexually frustrated. Too bad for him, tonight was just for Presley.
    Keeping those wrists tight in his hands, he leaned in toward her and murmured in her ear, “Presley, you’re going to come so hard, you’ll wonder where your muscles have gone.” He backed away to see her eyes flaring with desire. “But I decide when and how you’ll get there.” He released her wrists, noticing the dimming of color in her cheeks. “While I’m tempted to bind your hands at your back, we haven’t gained that type of trust, and I want you to feel safe tonight. Instead, I’m going to bind them in front of you.” He waited for her “yes, sir” before he continued. “Be warned, if you attempt to stop me in any way, I’ll bind them at your back without hesitation. Do not mistake my generosity for weakness, Presley.”
    “Yes, sir,” she whispered.
    Turning to the tray next to the platform, he removed the sheet and placed it on the floor, then he grabbed the long black hemp rope. He wrapped the rope around her creamy wrist to form a cuff, and at her shiver, he smiled. The little sub liked the feel of rope against her bare flesh.
    After he formed a cuff on the other wrist, he tied her two wrists together, then he ran the remainder of the rope around her waist. At her hip, he tied another knot to keep her arms locked down. Her breathing kicked up, her eyes were wide again, and all that excitement and arousal empowered the Dom within .
    Giving her a once-over, he approved of her acceptance in the restraints, even more pleased by the ravenous arousal in her features. He dropped his hand to the junction between her legs and palmed her clit. Her eyes fluttered closed, and the sounds from her mouth encouraged him to make them louder.
    He expected Presley to make modest mewls when she came, but the heat in his groin had other ideas. Something about her quiet air—nervous and shy—conflicted with how well she showed her arousal when he touched her. As he swirled the bud beneath his index finger, she opened her eyes, and he liked what he found. “There’s that pretty look on you, all hot and responsive.” A look he was becoming increasingly fond of seeing.
    He slid his finger along her lower lips and slipped it between her very wet folds. Then he pushed in another, and she stretched to accommodate him. Christ, had this woman fucked at all? “Your pussy is incredibly tight, doll.”
    Her breath became raspy, her eyes darkened, and her body gave off wonderful shakes. Threading his fingers through her hair, he applied pressure and tilted her head back. Locked in a hold she couldn’t free herself from, she thrust her hips forward and whimpered.
    Pushing his fingers within her slick heat, he settled them against her G-spot. The poor submissive struggled in high levels of arousal, and he needed to shed the edge. “Hang tight, doll, this will be intense for you.” Without letting her respond, he fisted her hair and thrust his fingers inside her, fast and hard. Her inner muscles went into convulsions after only a few thrusts, and a beautifully surprised expression rushed over her features. Her mouth parted, and pleasing him to no end, a loud scream tore from her throat. Presley held nothing back when she came, her mouth never closed to restrain the sound, and her eyes shone gloriously.
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