I was witnessing my own fantasy, watching this beautiful woman ask me to tie her up and fuck her relentlessly. I’d tried tying her up on several occasions, but she never went for it. “I haven’t earned anything. You don’t owe me anything.” I grabbed the rope and pulled it from her wrists. “I want to do this if you want to do this.” There were other kinky things I wanted to do, but I never pressured her because it seemed unlikely that she would go for them. It was the kind of stuff I usually had to pay for. Besides, having her in my bed satisfied me every night. There was nothing I was missing.
“I do. Now tie me up and fuck me.” She extended her wrists again, her eyes challenging me with their hard gaze.
A shiver ran all the way down my spine. Her voice didn’t catch in her throat, and her strength never wavered. She trusted me so deeply that she wasn’t scared of anything. She was giving me the power to do whatever I wanted, and she was confident I would take her somewhere she wouldn’t want to leave.
I tossed the rope back on the bed and grabbed her by the arm. I yanked on her hard, forcing her to fall forward onto the bed. I made her turn over, so she was looking up at me, her face upside down from mine.
I quickly tied the rope around her wrists, securing her hands together with the perfect amount of rope in the center for me to grab on to. I gripped it and pushed it down, forcing her arms over the edge of the bed and toward the floor. The ends of her hair hung over the bed and dangled toward the ground.
My face hovered over hers, my eyes close to her mouth. I watched her chest rise and fall quickly, the tension burning in her blood. She probably expected me to keep it vanilla, to playfully restrain her so I could fuck her quickly.
Not my style.
I pushed her hands down farther, taking all the power away from her. In this position, she couldn’t move at all. She tried to fight me, but at this angle, there was nothing she could do. She pressed her thighs tighter together, fighting both fear and arousal at the same time.
My mouth brushed against her cheek as I moved to her neck. I breathed into her ear before my lips finally touched the pulse in her neck. I kissed the skin, dragging my tongue across the softness, and then I moved to the top of her chest. The lace barely covered the valley between her tits, so I dragged my tongue down the cleavage line. I tasted her, feasted on her.
She took a deep breath, her body slightly arching to get more of my mouth.
I smiled as I kissed her, not surprised by her enthusiasm.
I made my way back down and held my mouth over hers, our faces opposite of one another. I teased her, dragging my lips over hers without actually kissing her. I felt her hands attempt to rise, but I held her wrists in place with a single arm.
I liked to torture her, to remind her who was in control.
Me. I was always in control.
I finally pressed my mouth against hers, bringing her bottom lip between mine as I sucked it. Whether she was upside down or not, the kiss was packed with explosive chemistry. I couldn’t barely touch her lips without losing control. My mouth moved a little faster, and I breathed a little harder. My tongue came next, and she greeted me with hers.
My hand moved down her body, right in between her gorgeous tits. I squeezed each one as I kept kissing her, touching my woman and worshiping her perfection. My mouth worked harder, and soon we were panting together, the fire burning in our veins.
She tried to lift her hands again.
I kept them pinned to the bed. “Don’t. Move.”
She sucked my top lip into her mouth. “I want to touch you…” She moaned in between my lips, filling my lungs with her desire.
“It’s my time to touch you.” I kept kissing her as my hand moved over her mound and in between her legs. My fingers unfastened the opening, and when her pussy was exposed, my fingers took a dip. I slid two fingers inside her and worked her clit with my thumb, kissing her at the same time.
“Griffin…” Her arms moved up again.
“Move one more time, and I’ll spank your ass.”
That only made her moan into my mouth harder. She rocked her hips against my hand, making love to my fingers the way they were making love to her. Her kiss turned intense, and she was reaching for more of me.
I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and her lips quiver against mine. I knew what was about to happen, but I refused to let her slip away. I pulled my fingers back and stopped the kiss, leaving her breathless and frustrated.