He pulls away as my thighs loosen, and the sight of him is nearly enough that I cum just from looking at him. His chiseled frame is all ripped muscle, with his left arm covered in intricate tattoos. His eyes are intense with his own need, and his breath comes in pants. He stares at my pussy in awe as he curls his fingers and mercilessly rubs my G-spot. His thumb presses down on my clit and I find my body trying to turn away. It’s too much. I can’t stand the overwhelming sensation.
“Don’t you move,” he says while withdrawing his fingers. My eyes pop open and my breath finally comes back to me.
“I didn’t mean to.” I’m so ready. I want him so fucking bad. I was so close. So fucking close.
He smirks at me and backhands my clit. My back arches, but my pussy clamps down on nothing. I need it. I’m so close.
“Bad girl,” he says with a smirk. If he wasn’t so fucking hot, and I wasn’t so delirious with my own needs, I’d tell him off. Instead I bite my lip and wait with bated breath for him to take me over the edge. “Hold still.” He lowers his head and relief flows through me, but it’s immediately replaced with the tingling sensation of every inch of my skin being lit aflame.
He laps at my pussy, and gently places his thumb against my ass. My mouth opens as the foreign sensation of him pushing against me adds to the intensity of his tongue massaging my clit. My eyes close, and my lips part. My breathing comes in ragged pants as he starts fucking my ass and sucking my clit at the same time. It’s too much. So fucking overwhelming.
In an instant, my body goes numb and then immediately explodes with paralyzing pleasure.
My thighs clench around his head as I cry out in complete ecstasy. Every nerve ending heats in waves, starting at my toes and working their way up. Each wave of pleasure is higher and more intense than the previous. My body is twisted and still stiff, unwilling to move. I try to relax as I come down from the high. I try, but my body doesn't respond. I can only feel.
After a few minutes of lying limp on the sofa, I come to my senses. My body is covered in sweat, and my legs are still trembling. I try to speak and realize my throat is sore and dry.
I look down my body and watch as Thomas stands up and shoves his jeans down his muscular thighs. He grabs his thick cock in his hands and strokes it once. The head glistens with a taste of his cum. He embodies power and lust. And the sight of him is intoxicating.
“I want you on the bed next.” With the heated look in his eyes and my arousal glistening on his lips, I can’t deny him. I can’t deny what I want either. I love the way he makes me feel. In this moment I’d let him have me however he wanted. And I do.
I’ll give him every bit of me that he wants.
I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve felt this alive. A spark I haven’t felt in years is blazing inside of me. He lifts my body in his arms and carries me to the bedroom. I lean into him. I don’t want to think about anything except how good it feels.
That’s all I care about. I just want to feel.
He tosses me onto the bed and immediately crawls toward me. He looks dangerous, he is dangerous. He licks his lips and climbs over my body, forcing me onto my back.
His lips crush mine, and I can faintly taste myself on his tongue. I smile and pull back as a blush rises to my cheeks. His chest shakes gently with his rough chuckle, and it warms every bit of me.
“Where are your cuffs?” he asks. My eyes widen at his question. My heart races in my chest.
“You need to learn to trust me, baby.” He kisses me with such passion I have to close my eyes.
“I can help you with that. Let me.”
I pull away from him and look at my dresser. They’re in the top drawer. My anxiety spikes.
“I can’t.” I push the words out. I know there’s something between us, but what that is, I’m not sure.
“You can,” he says, standing up from the bed. He walks to my dresser, following my line of sight and guessing correctly that the cuffs are there. They’re right on top, so he doesn’t have to look very long to find them.
“You could hurt me,” I state simply. It's one thing to fool around, but another to give up control and make myself so helpless. I don’t want to be vulnerable. The very thought chills my blood.
He looks at me with incredulity before pointing out, “My arm is almost as large as your head. I could hurt you right now if I wanted.” My eyes linger on his corded arms and broad shoulders. I know what he's saying is true, but I don't like it. I don't like how accurate his words are.
“That right there,” he walks back to me and gentles his hand on my forearm, “That fear. I’m going to take it away.” I stare into his heated gaze and feel too much comfort.
“Why?” It’s stupid to even consider it. But I am. I don’t want to be scared anymore. I don’t want to be angry, either.
He shrugs and dangles the two sets of cuffs from his finger. He watches as they sway. “You look like a girl who could use a little help.”
“I don’t need help.” I know I sound defensive, and I don’t mean to.
“No, you don’t need it. But you could use it.” He hands me the cuffs. “Lock them around your wrists.” He gives me the command and it instantly heats my core. I have to stop myself from scissoring my legs.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask him in a breathy voice. Now that I’m holding the cuffs in my hand and he’s standing so close, it’s turning me on. His muscular chest ripples as he takes a step back from me.
“I’m going to watch as you cuff yourself to the bed.”
I bite my lip and watch him stroke himself. “Just the thought of you being at my mercy has me almost cumming. You know that?”
I feel my cheeks heat and a wave of arousal shoots through me. I shift the cuffs to my other hand and look at them and then at him.
“Then what?” I ask. My lips stay parted as my breathing comes in short pants.
“I’m gonna do whatever I want with you.” My eyes fall and the insecurity comes back. I don’t like not having a plan.
“I’m going to start by getting between your legs and getting your taste back on my tongue.” My eyes shoot to his as I listen. “I need to get you ready to take me.” My thighs clench, and I know I’m already ready.
“Not your pussy, baby. I want your ass.” My eyes widen, and I actually scoot away slightly on the bed. He chuckles and strokes himself again. My eyes focus on the bead of precum leaking from his slit.
“Not tonight, baby. But I’m gonna get you ready for me. Tonight I’m fucking your pussy like I own it. But next time, I’m taking your ass.”
His words force a moan from my lips. I want that. I want all of that. But I don’t want to give up control. I look up at him with apprehension, and see nothing but desire written on his face. I have to tell him how I really feel though. “I’m scared,” I whisper, and it makes me feel weak.
“That’s normal. But I promise you, you’re going to love it.”
“What if it’s too much?” I ask.
He smirks at me as he says, “You have to trust me.” He walks over and plants a soft kiss on my lips before I can object to anything else.