He set her down on her feet. She started to speak but he didn’t give her the opportunity.
“There will be no talking unless I ask you to speak.” He saw her breath hitch in her throat and her cheeks flush. “Take off your clothes.”
She didn’t hesitate. Her shirt fell to the floor first, then her bra followed. She made quick work of her jeans, shimmying out of the rough fabric while her black lace panties hit the floor with them. His dick jutted hard against his pants at the sight of her creamy skin and plump breasts. Her nipples exquisitely hard.
Her inhibitions no longer stood between them. Their journey together had changed her. She was comfortable, at ease, which was exactly where he needed her to be for this exercise.
He looked around the room, trying to find something to secure her to the table. Her panties? He would have to tie them behind her back. Too uncomfortable.
He peeked out the door and noticed her scarf hanging on a hook near the front door. He rushed to get it, grabbing a second one before he made his way back to her.
“Bend over the table, width wise.” He wanted her mouth accessible.
She followed his direction, bending her body and pressing her firm breasts against the white leather. Her taut bottom poised in the air, the perfect angle for penetrating, the perfect position to be spanked.
“Spread your arms out to the edge of the table.” Again, without hesitation she did as he asked. He secured one scarf to each of the table legs, and then tied her hands lightly. She struggled for a minute, pulling at the binds, testing the strength of the knots.
“Headache.”
She looked up at him with confused eyes. “You have–”
“No talking.” His voice was stern. “Headache is your safe word. If you are uncomfortable at any time, you say it and I will stop.”
She nodded, assuring him that she understood his direction. He had never done this before. Domination. Exercising his power over another. As he tied her to the table, every fiber of his being told him stop this, make love to her sweetly, softly. What if he hurt her? He had to trust that he would be careful enough for both of them. Her safety was the most important thing.
He pushed aside his hesitation. For Martina, he would do anything.
He took in the sight of her body bound to the table. She was ready, she was restrained, and it was time for the fun to begin.
“I won’t pretend like I didn’t hear you that first night. I heard what you wanted. What you think you needed from a man.” He circled her body, like he was circling prey. In fact she was his prey, spread open for him to do with what he liked. “You wanted a man to be there for you.” He bent, whispering along her back. He saw her shiver beneath him. “You wanted to experience two men in your bed.”
He ran his hand up the outside of her leg, keeping as far away from her cunt as possible.
“All that seems to be left is your need to be dominated.” He moved to the other side of her body. “Tie me up, bend me over, and make me your slave. I believe those were your exact words.” Both hands spread up her back to her shoulders.
He heard her soft moan carry from below.
“You will do everything I ask of you, when I ask it, or you will be punished.” His hands tickled her sides, working their way down to her hips. “If I ask you to spread your legs, you will spread your legs.” His hands massaged the smooth globes of her bottom. “If I ask you to deep throat my dick, you will do it.”
He was hard; he rubbed his jean-covered erection along the seam of her bottom.
“If I want to penetrate your warm mouth, your wet pussy and tight ass at the same time, I will and you will take everything I give you.”
Rob had no idea where these words were coming from but from the shakes of her body and the groans escaping her mouth, he knew it was working. She was ready and waiting to be directed. He only hoped that she knew she was in full control.
His hands crept below her bottom, sliding in the crease between her thighs and pussy lips. The true test of her pleasure, of her willingness and comfort, was collecting between her legs. He slid his finger along her seam, wiggling it in between her lips, finding the warm moisture that seeped from her canal. She was wet, soaked rather, waiting for him to delve into the sweet essence of her pussy.
He wouldn’t make it that easy. “Did I say you were allowed to get turned on?”
She whimpered, realizing that her bid for release was not coming.
“You disobeyed.” He ripped his finger away from her center. She wiggled further down the table trying desperately to make contact with his hand but it was no use, he had secured her too tightly. He made his way around the table and settled his body in front of her, his cock perfectly positioned at her mouth. “Now you’ll have to wait. Instead, you will focus on my pleasure.”
He pulled the zipper of his jeans down and undid the button. When his erection was free, he watched her eyes follow it as it bobbed against his stomach. She parted her lips and swept her tongue out to wet her bottom lip.
He moved closer, skimming his cock against her face, caressing her lips. “Open wide.”
He plunged his dick inside her wet mouth, both of them groaned upon entry. Her stifled breathing was heavy against him as she took him hard and deep.