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Has there ever been a sight more perfect than this?
The rope compliments her golden skin, her hair is wild and her expression dangerous. The usual flecks of green in her eyes seems to have been extinguished by a tawny gold. She’s like a lion tamed. A lioness tied. And for all the beauty of the situation, I’m still half surprised she let me use the rope. Half surprised but so bloody grateful. Despite her inexperience and her playful complaints, her tendencies in the bedroom are submissive.Especially when she leaves her attitude at the door.
I need to remember I didn’t do this to her. She came to me this way. I might have unwrapped the package, but she stepped from the confines of the wrappings all by herself.
I smile to myself, settling the elastic of my boxer briefs under my balls, and once pulled free of the constraints of the material, I place the tip to her mouth, running the smooth head along her full bottom lip. We both groan at how this looks; her lying trussed on the bed, itching to touch herself. Me towering over her, cock in my hand, the head balanced on her lush pink lip. The pearl of liquid at my very tip as she harvests it with her tongue.
‘Where did I find you?’ My words feel scratchy in my throat, the need to drive myself into her mouth great.
‘You didn’t find me. You made me,’ she whispers in response. Her compliment like pure lust to my veins, but before I can answer, she seeks to remind me of just how wild she is, bringing down her top teeth like a trap. I instinctively jump, but she’s just playing, though my heart still thunders like hooves.
‘And you call me the villain.’ I tighten my hand in her hair as I pull back with a hiss. The delicate graze of her teeth and lips are like a shot of vodka downed too fast.
‘You are the devil. For tying me like this.’
‘Say the word and I’ll set you free, my lioness.’
Her expression lights up as I return the compliment. She twists her mouth to one side as though considering. ‘I don’t think I will. I’ll wait and see what you have in store.’
I chuckle low and soft. ‘This isn’t painting a picture for you, love?’ The human mind is so fascinating. In her position, she still finds the strength to goad.
‘Well, yes,’ she replies. ‘But it’s more than just me. I want to see what kind of effect this has on you when you come.’ I shake my head. I’ll come like a freight train, and she wants to see? She’ll more than see it—she’ll feel it hitting the back of her throat so fast she’ll gag. ‘I only hope it’s worth the discomfort,’ she says.
‘It will be. At least for me.’
‘Have you ever been tied?’ She tries to contain her smile, trapping her lip between her teeth. ‘Physically, I mean.’
‘We each have our quirks and foibles, my lioness. Mine prefer this side of the rope.’
‘You didn’t answer my question.’
Nor do I intend to.
As her eyes flick to my cock, they seem to burn with wicked thoughts.
‘Given your position, I’d suggest caution.’ My warning is clear. Teeth may be her only weapon, but they’re fucking dangerous.
‘Smug much?’ she replies. ‘Do your worst.’
‘Darling, don’t tempt me. My worst won’t be best for you. I’m not sure you’re ready for the ugly side of this relationship.’ I shake off her words. It was her inexperience talking, but I still shoot her a warning. ‘You’re taking quite a risk.’
‘You’re the one thinking about putting your money makerwheremymouth is,’ she teases.
Instinct tightens my grip on her hair, and in response, she makes a small noise of annoyance.
‘You talk a good game,’ I say, instinct tightening my grip on her hair. ‘But how about you stop talking now and suck my cock.’
Is it possible to smileandkeep your mouth wide? Well, she fucking tries. She looks so delicious. All pink lips and eagerness.
My bare toes curl into the rug as I slide in because she’s warm and wet and fucking divine. And so tight as I enter the channel of her throat. The muscles of my abdominals tighten as I ease in a little deeper, feeding my hand under her chin as I fight the instinct to ram myself in. Her anterior neck muscles contract as I slide in slowly—deeply—tightening around my hard cock.
‘That’s it, sweetheart. Take me. Take all of me.’
Was it always this wonderful?
As I slide back, tears teeter on her lids, her clear and guileless eyes staring up into my face. Grim satisfaction grabs me viscerally... right before she flicks her tongue over my sensitive head again. My body bows, caughtby surprise, and she actually giggles. I can’t hold back my own smile. I don’t even try. Though I’m certain it takes on a different slant as I feed her my cock again.
God, she’s gorgeous. So beautifully used.
