Page 112 of Secrets and Lies
Either way, this position will work for what I have in mind.
“Legs on either side of mine,” I demand, my voice harsh and raspy.
He immediately spreads his legs and settles his knees on the bed beside my thighs.
“Hands behind your back.”
He doesn’t hesitate and does exactly as I say.
“Get my dick back inside you.”
He fumbles behind him for a few seconds, then his strong hand closes around my length, and he guides me back to his waiting hole.
We both groan as I sink inside him, and I grip his hips to keep him in place once I’m fully seated in him again.
“Don’t move,” I tell him, a hint of warning in my voice. “Not until I say you can.”
He lets out a soft groan, but he doesn’t protest or try to disobey.
I slide my hands from his hips to his shoulders, then run them down his arms until I can feel the slippery strap of the restraint under one of my palms, and my other hand closes around his wrist.
He tenses as I pull his arms behind his back, but stays pliant as I slip his hand back through the loosened loop and pull the strap tight, locking his arms behind his back.
When I’m sure he’s secure, I grip one of his arms and pull him down against my body to add to the sensation of being restrained. It’s not the same as being pinned down, but it should make him feel trapped and helpless.
He moans softly, his warm breath seeping into the material of my hoodie as he nuzzles his face against the soft cotton, and I groan when he clenches around me.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, my voice a low, soothing murmur.
“So good,” he mumbles dreamily.
“You like having my cock in you?” I nuzzle my cheek against his hair.
He presses his face into my neck and gently rocks over me.
“Nuh uh.” I grip his hip with my free hand. “Did I say you could do that?”
“Please,” he mumbles and clenches around me so hard I see stars.
This time I can’t cover up my gasp of pleasure, and I can almost feel West’s sassy little grin as he does it again.
“Someone’s feeling feisty.” I give his ass a teasing slap. “I thought you were going to be good for me?”
“And I thought you were going to give me the best dick of my life.” He lifts his head and smirks down at me. “And wasn’t there something about you giving me the best orgasm of my life? Sounds like a lot of talk and not a lot of action.”
His grin is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. It’s impish and sassy, but there’s an aura of pride behind it, like he’s really proud of his chirp, and that tickles something deep inside me that has nothing to do with sex or this role-play and power exchange thing we’re doing.
“So cheeky.” I rub my hand over one of the full globes of his ass. “Sounds like someone is begging to be taught a lesson.”
“You think so?” He gives me that same sassy and proud grin that’s wreaking havoc on my senses. “I probably wouldn’t have to act this way if someone delivered on their promises, just saying.”
I squeeze his ass cheek hard enough to make him gasp. “Is that right?”
He opens his mouth like he’s about to answer me, but I don’t give him the chance and slam my hips up into him in a single hard thrust.
His eyes go wide, but it’s how he clenches around me, and how his body almost seems to pull me even deeper inside him that makes it hard to remember why teasing him like this is so much fun.
“Are you sure about that?” I punctuate my question with another hard thrust.
