away.
Lola looked up at him. She was definitely the cat that ate the cream, every last drop. She licked her lips. Then she licked his cock, cleaning him.
“Was that good, Coach?” She fluttered her eyelashes.
“You fucking know it was.” He was still throbbing, sensation rippling across his skin.
“I see what you mean about the woman having all the power.” She laughed. “And I even did it with my hands behind my back.”
“You sound a little smug.” He stepped back, tucking himself back into his jeans and fastening the buttons.
“Because you loved it.”
“And you think that means you’ve turned the tables on me.” He buckled his belt. She’d most definitely turned them on him, but she was enjoying the power way too much.
She stood up and licked her lips once again. “Look who has all the power now,” she whispered.
He was on her in a second, lifting her high, and tossing her down on the couch, forcing an oomph of air from her.
“What are you doing?” She struggled to rise, unable to get leverage with her hands tied. He grabbed two implements off the table.
“We’re far from done. I still haven’t punished you.” Then he fell on her, pushing her down into the couch cushions.
She bucked beneath him, but without the use of her hands, she couldn’t throw him off. “Let me up.”
“You gave me an idea earlier.” He shoved the ball gag in her mouth and secured it. “Gagging.” Then he slipped the blindfold over her head and patted it against her eyes. “Blindfolding.”
She wriggled, furious noises distorted by the ball in her mouth.
“And now you’re mine to do with as I wish,” he whispered close to her ear.
* * *
SHE WAS HIS PRISONER. HIS BODY PINNED HER TO THE COUCH, HIS legs flung over hers so she couldn’t even kick him. The taste of his come was still on her tongue. It had been so good. She’d been in charge, had made him quake with release. Yes, it was power and it was heady.
“Did you like that little taste of power, Lola?” he murmured against her ear.
She screamed. Nothing much came out. She’d loved taking him in her mouth, making him come, swallowing him. But she’d wanted to walk out still holding all that power.
He shifted and the spaghetti straps of her sundress fell away. He tugged the top down over her breasts. Air brushed her flesh. His hot mouth took a nipple. He licked, sucked. Then he bit her. She screamed, the gag muffling the sound, and a wave of exquisite pleasure rushed down between her legs.
“Look how hard your nipples just got. And I do believe you’re wet.” He nuzzled her ear and whispered, “I can smell how wet you are.” His warm breath sent a shudder through her.
She couldn’t say why being unable to see or speak or move should intensify every sensation, but it did. Her bound hands had splayed out beneath her, supporting her bottom. She felt his jeans rough on her skin, his cock still hard against her, his breath sweet and warm. His voice strummed a chord inside her.
Still pinning her, he yanked her dress up to her waist. She was naked now except for the band of material. Then his hand was between her thighs. Oh God, oh God.
“See how wet you are.” He caressed her with slippery fingers.
She was no longer fighting, her body moving with his touch, begging for more. She arched into him. Please take me, please, please, please. How easily he made her beg.
He moved again, his hand on her breast, his fingers swirling around her nipple. He pinched hard. She bucked and writhed against him, her body on the cusp of climax. She couldn’t see, couldn’t talk, there was just his voice, and his magic fingers working her.
“You love the sweet pain. It makes everything hotter, intense.”
Yes, yes, yes. She shoved her head back into the couch and tried to rub herself against him. How had he done this to her so quickly? Zero to sixty.
He crawled down her body, spreading her legs, falling between them. She could have kicked him. But all
Lola looked up at him. She was definitely the cat that ate the cream, every last drop. She licked her lips. Then she licked his cock, cleaning him.
“Was that good, Coach?” She fluttered her eyelashes.
“You fucking know it was.” He was still throbbing, sensation rippling across his skin.
“I see what you mean about the woman having all the power.” She laughed. “And I even did it with my hands behind my back.”
“You sound a little smug.” He stepped back, tucking himself back into his jeans and fastening the buttons.
“Because you loved it.”
“And you think that means you’ve turned the tables on me.” He buckled his belt. She’d most definitely turned them on him, but she was enjoying the power way too much.
She stood up and licked her lips once again. “Look who has all the power now,” she whispered.
He was on her in a second, lifting her high, and tossing her down on the couch, forcing an oomph of air from her.
“What are you doing?” She struggled to rise, unable to get leverage with her hands tied. He grabbed two implements off the table.
“We’re far from done. I still haven’t punished you.” Then he fell on her, pushing her down into the couch cushions.
She bucked beneath him, but without the use of her hands, she couldn’t throw him off. “Let me up.”
“You gave me an idea earlier.” He shoved the ball gag in her mouth and secured it. “Gagging.” Then he slipped the blindfold over her head and patted it against her eyes. “Blindfolding.”
She wriggled, furious noises distorted by the ball in her mouth.
“And now you’re mine to do with as I wish,” he whispered close to her ear.
* * *
SHE WAS HIS PRISONER. HIS BODY PINNED HER TO THE COUCH, HIS legs flung over hers so she couldn’t even kick him. The taste of his come was still on her tongue. It had been so good. She’d been in charge, had made him quake with release. Yes, it was power and it was heady.
“Did you like that little taste of power, Lola?” he murmured against her ear.
She screamed. Nothing much came out. She’d loved taking him in her mouth, making him come, swallowing him. But she’d wanted to walk out still holding all that power.
He shifted and the spaghetti straps of her sundress fell away. He tugged the top down over her breasts. Air brushed her flesh. His hot mouth took a nipple. He licked, sucked. Then he bit her. She screamed, the gag muffling the sound, and a wave of exquisite pleasure rushed down between her legs.
“Look how hard your nipples just got. And I do believe you’re wet.” He nuzzled her ear and whispered, “I can smell how wet you are.” His warm breath sent a shudder through her.
She couldn’t say why being unable to see or speak or move should intensify every sensation, but it did. Her bound hands had splayed out beneath her, supporting her bottom. She felt his jeans rough on her skin, his cock still hard against her, his breath sweet and warm. His voice strummed a chord inside her.
Still pinning her, he yanked her dress up to her waist. She was naked now except for the band of material. Then his hand was between her thighs. Oh God, oh God.
“See how wet you are.” He caressed her with slippery fingers.
She was no longer fighting, her body moving with his touch, begging for more. She arched into him. Please take me, please, please, please. How easily he made her beg.
He moved again, his hand on her breast, his fingers swirling around her nipple. He pinched hard. She bucked and writhed against him, her body on the cusp of climax. She couldn’t see, couldn’t talk, there was just his voice, and his magic fingers working her.
“You love the sweet pain. It makes everything hotter, intense.”
Yes, yes, yes. She shoved her head back into the couch and tried to rub herself against him. How had he done this to her so quickly? Zero to sixty.
He crawled down her body, spreading her legs, falling between them. She could have kicked him. But all
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