She whimpers and lets out a long moan, wriggling on her knees, hand tugging at the restraints, pressing her thighs together as if she’s trying to ease the building tension. “Yes.”
“I think you’re lying, your pussy is dripping for me.” I push her thighs apart and slap her pretty pussy, once, then twice, making her thrash around and pull on her restraints even harder, her hands clenched tightly together, her nails digging into her palms.
“I need to come, make me come,” she begs.
But I spank her pussy again, making her cry out and bow her back, whimpering to the point she’s almost sobbing.
Fuck, how did I ever get so lucky? I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven, and my cock is so hard, like steel, and it hits my stomach, pounding with the need to fill her up.
She knows this is what I want and need: to emphasize that I require control and am responsible for her pleasure. Getting her all worked up and aroused is such a huge turn-on for me. She always knows what I need.
I slap the fleshy part of her ass again. “You will come when I tell you to.”
“Elijah,” she moans, making more precum bead at the tip of my dick.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I grit through my clenched jaw. I lift my hand from her ass and deliver a sharp smack to her cheek. The force echoes through the room with a satisfying whack, followed by Sapphire’s loud, needy moans. Those are always my undoing, and I can feel myself about to explode.
“Yes, sir?”
A smirk pulls at my lips, pleased by how well she takes instruction.
“Good girl.” I press my lips to the flushed skin of her ass and caress it softly.
To fully reward her, I’m lining the head of my aching cock to her dripping entrance, and without resistance, she pushes herself back onto my dick, desperately needing me to fuck her.
“Come now, Sapphire,” I demand as I slam my cock inside of her, bottoming out, making her scream my name.
Within minutes, she’s coming all over my cock, and I’m right there with her as she flutters her inner walls around me, and I’m filling her full of my cum.
Clawing at the restraints, fists wrapped around them in her clenched hand, she keeps coming, her orgasm endless.
My vision goes cloudy as my own orgasm takes over, and my breathing becomes labored. “Fucking, shit, fuck,” I gasp, my fingers still gripping her hips. “Fuck, baby, that was beautiful.” I unclench my eyes and gaze down at her curves and tiny waist, which make her look like an hourglass. “You’re beautiful.” I release my grip on her skin, and something feral within me likes that she’ll know it was me who put those red dots into her skin tomorrow and for the next few days.
Leaning forward, curving my body over her back, I untie the restraints then rub her wrists gently to ease any friction she felt, rubbing my thumb over her pulse that’s beating fast like mine. Even though the ties weren’t tight, she was pulling on them hard enough to make them feel like they were.
“Give your fingers a wiggle for me, baby.”
She does as she’s told to get the blood flowing again.
Tenderly, and slowly, I pull her body, limp like she’s cooked spaghetti, upward and hold her back to my front. “Are you okay?” I let her use me as a support to rest her tired body.
She hums a yes in response as if she’s incapable of talking.
“I need words, baby.” I kiss the length of her neck.
“Yes,” she breaths quietly.
“You took me so well,” I praise.
“Mmm.” She hums again as I brush my hand down the curve of her waist and kiss her shoulder, her breathing beginning to stabilize.
“We need to get cleaned up, have a shower, and I need to rub soothing lotion into your skin, baby. To help with the stinging.” I’ll lock the fucking shower block while we shower together.
“Okay,” she replies, but doesn’t move. “Eli?”