He is staring at me with an intensity in his eyes, one I have never seen before. After a few seconds, I cast my gaze downward and murmur, “Do it. Now please.”
He hesitates for one wavering second, then gently picks up my right arm. He plants soft kisses down my forearm until he gets to the smooth skin of my wrist, where he nibbles lightly and then kisses once more. From behind him, he pulls a purple silk scarf. The sight of it makes my breath catch in my throat, anticipating what comes next.
He ties the beautiful piece of cloth first around the right arm-still clutched in his grasp, then feeds the silk through the wooden pegs that make up the headboard. I lift my left arm above my head to match the right, and he swiftly secures it in place. I am now completely at his mercy. This thought makes me shiver- whether from excitement or nerves, I’m not certain.
I look away from the delicate knots tied around my wrists, and glance up at the man who now has total control over me. He is watching me with unmistakable lust, along with adoration that is very plain to see. My heart swells with emotion as he leans down to kiss my lips. His mouth is soft and supple, but there’s an aggression behind it. I can sense his want, his need. My emotions match his.
Breaking off the kiss, I glance up at his freckle splayed face and see an almost primal gleam in his eyes. He leaps off me, and in the next instant his shirt is off. I take in the delicious sight of his torso- from his toned chest to his tattoos imprinted in the skin on his arms, and sigh. How did I end up with a man like this?
The thought is quickly erased as he pulls down his pants next, then his boxers. I was right, this is as primal as it gets. Seeing his hard length does something to me, I could come right now and he hasn’t even touched me yet. Knowing that fact is terrifying but exhilarating, and I whisper, “Get over here.”
He walks toward the bed, sauntering, taking his time. He knows what he’s doing to me. As he nears where I am tied up, he reaches down and pulls off my panties in one fluid motion. As if on autopilot, I spread my legs and let him take in the sight of me. I am sure I’m glistening, I can feel it. His eyes ravage every exposed inch of me, and the next moment he’s on top of me. He rips my shirt in half, right down the center and takes one of my breasts in his mouth, biting slightly, causing me to inhale in surprise. He looks up, brushes a piece of hair out of my face and says, “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”
“I believe it when you say it.” I murmur. He considers my response for a moment, then says huskily, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
He slides into me without a moment of hesitation and I’m once again reminded that I am at his mercy. Tied to the bed, all I can do is enjoy all of the sensations I’m feeling and try not to moan too loud. He finds a rhythm that is torturous- in the best way. I don’t think I can last long, but right as I have that thought, he pulls out and I’m left with a sudden frustrating emptiness.
He flashes that sly grin and a second later, his head is buried between my legs.
“Oh fuck. I’m going to come right now” I whimper after just a few minutes. I can feel him chuckle as he says, “Go on then, Princess.” And continues to fuck me with his fingers and his tongue. I am thrown into blinding oblivion, riding the high that comes with the release. I hardly have time to catch my breath as he sits up and unties the scarf, releasing my arms from their silky shackles.
He flips me over, not on my hands and knees, but on my side almost like we are spooning. I feel his length on my ass and I am once again molten. I take matters into my own hands this time, and scoot up slightly so that he slips right into my wet depths. In this position I can take him the deepest I ever have. He’s fucking me in the most intimate way I can think of- and I’ve never been more satisfied. His movements get shorter as his arms wrap tighter around me, and I can tell he’s close. I turn my head to the side and am met with a kiss so deep, I unravel. He follows instantly behind with a moan that sounds a little like, “I fucking love you”, but I could have imagined it.
In this moment though, I choose to believe it.
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