“Red, yes, Sir, I understand.” Emily’s voice trembled with excitement, her sex clenched and pulsed, her panties felt soaked, and her nipples had hardened to small dark pink peaks beneath the fabric of her bra, and she ached to free them.
“Very well, let us begin.”
Jacob took each cuff in turn and applied it to Emily’s wrists and ankles, the inside of the leather straps was padded with a soft fabric to protect her skin, the buckles made a delightful sound when they fastened. His hands stroked over Emily’s body; his eyes eagerly devoured every inch.
“You have no idea the fantasies I’ve been having about you, what I would do, how you’d look in the throes of orgasm, how I’ve wanted to feel you beneath me while I fuck you.”
Emily understood the level of trust necessary for such play, on an intellectual level certainly understood the fears and dangers, but she trusted Jacob, had felt an instant connection with him, and although she’d not have advised anyone else to do what she did now, she felt compelled to embrace every moment.
“What are you thinking?” Jacob had to ask, as the woman stood before him, he suspected, could be quite verbose and her silence, although not disconcerting, begged the question as to what might be on her mind.
“Sir, I imagined how it would feel too, and, I confess…”
Jacob prompted Emily to continue. “Yes?”
“I’ve been masturbating in my sleep, dreaming about you. When I arrived and saw you earlier, I had to wonder if I wasn’t still at home in bed.”
He laughed, gently turned her to face him and grinning said, “Me too, I was picturing you sucking my cock this morning; I couldn’t believe it when I saw you.”
Emily groaned and looked down to where Jacob’s cock tented his jogging bottoms and whispered: “Oh, yes please, Sir.”
She didn’t move to her knees, but a small downward motion indicated to Jacob that she was more than willing to re-enact his fantasy and without thought, he pressed down on her shoulders; in a voice thick with arousal said: “Suck it then girl, but no hands, use only your mouth.”
Uttering a throaty whimper, Emily kneeled in front of Jacob, leaning forward to grasp the waistband of his joggers with her teeth, to tug them down, inch by inch until gravity took hold, and he could step out of them; standing naked before her, he gazed down, his expression hungry.
Emily looked up and sighed with pleasure, his cock, hard, straining, bobbed inches barely from her lips and without further hesitation, she lunged forward, mouth open, to engulf half the length in one smooth movement.
Jacob staggered, almost losing his footing, the sight of his wet dream on her knees, mouth open, cock filling it, was nearly enough to tip him over the edge there and then. It took all his strength to reign in his need to explode down her throat and instead, find control, at least enough that he could enjoy the spectacle of Emily’s dark pink lips contrasting with the pale flesh of his dick.
“Good girl. Suck it, that’s it, all the way, gag on it.”
The stark memory of his fantasy self saying almost the exact same thing, again, nearly tipped him over the edge into oblivion; at this rate, he’d be cumming down her throat in seconds.
If Emily could, she’d have grinned hearing him speak, how he sounded, holding onto a tenuous thread of control. She was tempted to reach between her legs to sate her own need but knew instinctively this would be frowned upon and at that moment, she wanted nothing to detract from his pleasure.
Moving her head back and forth, with each forward movement, she deliberately triggered her gag reflex, and in moments, tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Oh, yes, good girl, faster now, faster.”
Jacob knew that he’d not be able to keep going in this fashion, despite his encouragement, he knew he’d need to stop soon enough but fought to the last second before pulling back abruptly to leave a string of saliva connecting the end of his cock and Emily’s open lips.
She gasped, blinked back tears and looked up to try and gauge Jacob’s expression; he looked angry, but no, that wasn’t it, he seemed to be struggling.
Jacob fought to regain control; the building orgasm denied pained him to the point that he wished fervently to be back inside Emily’s hot wet mouth but no, not yet, not now, he wanted something else.
Compelling her to stand, Jacob, reached for Emily’s upper arms and lifted, turned her toward the bench and slapped the surface gently, “hands flat here, curve them around the edge, and hold on tight.”
Emily did as she was told, curling her long fingers around the leather surface until it indented with the tight hold. “Yes, Sir.” She could hear the need in her voice, and very nearly begged for him to ease the ache she’d felt almost from seeing from outside his window.
Bent at the waist, Emily looked glorious, still wearing her undergarments yet naked enough that Jacob could well imagine what she’d look like entirely nude. Only, he didn’t need to imagine it did he. He unfastened her bra, pulled it off, temporarily altering her hold, then slid her panties down over her shapely thighs to the ankles. Both garments were discarded and while on his knees behind her, he leaned forward to lick all the way up from the crease at the back of one of Emily’s knees, between her buttocks, to her spine and eventually the nape of her neck, at which point his hardened muscular body was pressing down atop hers.
“Any other time, I’d have the self-control necessary to go easy on you. Today though, I can’t.” He took several deep breaths and continued, “If you want me to stop now, say so, I will do it, I’ll walk away, it can end, but once I’m inside of you Emily, I won’t stop until I’ve filled you with cum.”
Emily took several deep breaths herself, emulating Jacob before nodding, and in a small but strong voice, she answered, “yes please, Sir.”
It was the answer he’d needed, wanted, desired, coming from a submissive whom he admired, lusted after and craved, with more urgency than he’d thought possible.
Without further hesitation, he lined up his cock to Emily’s dripping wet pussy, and slammed home, burying himself to the hilt in her hot wet channel that spasmed and gripped his shaft as though it was meant to be there.
Nothing could have stopped him then, as he said, once in, he planned on staying there and began to thrust into her faster, harder, deeper, his hips pistoning like a well-oiled machine.
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, her moans, his grunts, their combined sounds loud, erratic and frantic.
Primed and on edge, both of them orgasmed together, it would seem cliché to anyone else, but given the build-up to that moment, they had little choice in the matter. Emily screamed, threw back her head and bucked uncontrollably while Jacob slammed into her several more times, his ballsac emptying, his hot seed coating her inner walls, permeating her womb.
Sweat covered their bodies, their breathing sounded harsh and uneven, as Emily shuddered in the wake of her climax and Jacob’s weight pressed down against her back; mindful not to crush her though, he bore some of it on his hands.
Still buried inside her clenching sex, Jacob gently bit down on Emily’s shoulder, and once he regained enough sense to speak, he murmured, “I think, this is the start of a beautiful relationship.”
Emily, not quite able to speak yet, nodded and after a few moments, managed a weak, “fuck, yes Sir.”