I stop behind her. After a second, she turns around to face me.
“I didn’t tell you to turn around,” I growl.
Her jaw juts out. “I want you to kiss me.”
“That’s not how this works, Renata.”
She narrows her eyes, but she knows it’s not a true rejection. It’s just another part of the game. Another step of the dance. I leave her standing there and walk over to the massive black cabinet in the center of the back wall of the room.
I pick out padded wrist-to-thigh cuffs, then turn back to Renata. “Follow me,” I instruct her.
Frowning, she follows me towards the back of the room. There’s a thick black curtain that serves as a door. I pull the curtain to the side and gesture for her to walk through.
“There’s another room here?” she asks.
“Go in and find out.”
She steps tentatively past the black curtain. I enter after her.
The side room is comparatively small, but the bed at the center of the space is not. The sheets are black silk and they seem to swallow up all the light.
She glances at me, but doesn’t comment. “Sit on the bed,” I command her.
She hesitates, but she does as she’s told. I approach her with the wrist and thigh cuffs and she eyes them warily. I pop them open and start strapping her in.
She watches carefully as I make sure the wrist cuffs are secure. Then I connect them to the thigh cuffs, forcing her legs to bend apart.
Her beautiful pussy is on full display now. Her movement is limited, but she’s still not completely restricted. She tries to adjust herself, but the pressure doesn’t have her moving the way she wants to.
I see a ripple of fear flush over her eyes as she realizes how completely at my mercy she is. I’m standing over her, my cock at the ready.
And she’s lying underneath me, her wrists tethered to her thighs, forcing her into a position of extreme vulnerability.
I keep my eyes on her as I start to remove my clothes. That seems to calm her down a little. Her eyes pop when I release my cock from my pants. Even more so when I grab my shaft and give it a few pumps before getting down on my knees in front of her open pussy. I notice she strains her neck up to see what I’m going to do.
I like that she can’t see properly. She can only loll her head backwards on the sheets to stare up at the ceiling and wait for whatever I decide comes next.
I run my fingers up and down her slit. She bucks slightly and lets loose an involuntary gasp, though she quickly bites it back down.
I keep going until she gets used to the movement. After a few minutes, she relaxes. Once her body is less tense, I lean in and run my tongue up and down her slit. She’s getting wet, but I want her dripping before I enter her.
My cock is impatient already. More so than ever before. But I’ve trained my iron will over the years. I can wait a few more minutes.
As my tongue probes her soft folds, she gasps, and I can feel her body responding to the new sensations catapulting through her. The fact that she can’t really touch me the way she wants is only going to enhance the experience.
Her fingers twitch in agitation, but I keep eating her out until my tongue is pushed as deep into her pussy as it can go.
“Fuck,” she gasps, twitching, and I feel another wave of moisture coat my tongue.
As she’s moaning, I unleash my tongue on her. Sucking and licking quickly, trying to tease the orgasm out of her before I enter her.
She’s covered in goosebumps, her body shuddering uncontrollably as I introduce her to new levels of pleasure. When she comes, she drenches my short beard. I lick my lips and savor the sweetness.
After her labored breathing eases, I wipe myself off on the edge of the bedsheet and get to my feet slowly. Her breasts are trembling and there’s a thin sheen of sweat covering her body. Her eyes are closed when I stand, but she opens them slowly. They’re hazy, filled with lust and a contented sense of satisfaction.
I give her a knowing smile. “It’s not so bad, is it?” I ask. “Giving everything up to me.”
“Make it worse,” she tells me defiantly.