Clearly in a “mood” she texted me throughout the day. It started off sweet, then turned playful, even cheeky. Later there was hot messages. Following that, demanding ones.
“Watch yourself, girl,” I replied at one point.
“Or what?” she texted back.
“Or you’re going to get it!”
“Good,” she responded.
I managed to get through my work day, distracted by thoughts of the teasing minx waiting for me at her place.
She met me at the door in 3 piece lingerie, hair done, and make-up so slutty I knew she wasn’t dressed to go out anywhere.
We kissed a hello and she said something. I was taking off my tie and running through the scenario I’d been plotting on my drive home.
Ignoring whatever she said, I spun her around mid-way through her second sentence. She let out a sensual moan. I pulled her arms behind her back and secured them at the elbow with my tie.
Then I marched her to the bedroom.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked.
“Use you,” I said. “Release all the tension you’ve been building up in me all day.”
“Good,” she said for the second time that day.
I pushed her into the bedroom, then face down on the bed. I slowly began to undress, running my eyes over her, adding to my appetite.
When I was naked, I stood between her ankles hanging over the bed, and pushed her hands, still behind her back, out of my way. Then I pulled her panties aside. She let out a sigh.
“Are you wet for me?” I asked, running my finger up between her legs.
“Yes, Sir,” she sighed.
“Good,” I mimicked her.
I lowered my weight onto her. Another sigh. Then I eased into her, stretching her open with my cock, before slowly sinking in deep. We both groaned. That first push. You just can’t beat it.
I moved slow at first, letting her get accustomed to me, taking my time to feel her. But soon I started to move faster, harder, deep.
It wasn’t long before I was slamming my hips into her ass, driving my cock up into her, knocking the breath out of her with every thrust.
“Your pussy,” she moaned at one point.
“Yes it is, girl,” I snarled through gritted teeth, grabbing her hair.
“Your girl,” she whimpered.
“My good girl,” I corrected her.
She moaned again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t62gso/tied_up
Thank you to those who “upped” me