I’m on my knees. My dress pulled down my torso exposing my luscious breasts now wearing a few of your bite marks. The dress is still hugging around my waist and falling down to slightly pool around my lower legs pressing into the plush carpet beneath. Its soft and cozy feel easing my sleepiness every morning when my feet hit the ground, though now the thick strands are slowly boring into my delicate flesh. I can already imagine running my fingers over the grooves of the sensitive indentations later.The thought sends a delicious shiver through me. Or maybe the shiver is caused by the heavy groan escaping your lips as you intensely lock eyes with me seeing the lust and mischief there. Either way, a shiver is sent. It runs from the top of my head down my neck and shoulders unto my arms and chest leaving goosebumps along the way. The shiver reaching my already pert nipples making me aware of them again. Aching for your touch and wet bites.I remember back to how your strong hands roamed my body, groping my curves, licking and biting my neck then up my jaw to my earlobe making almost purring sounds come out of me. Your teeth sinking into the soft flesh. Your groan in my ear as your hands reached my breasts and your movements became slower, more teasing, your thumbs circling my nipples through the few thin layers of clothes I was wearing. I remember how you took my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers just after I’d instinctively leaned into your light, luscious touch getting switched out for the slight sting as you pinched my nipples still restricted by my clothing.I moan at the memory and are awarded with the lustfully encouraging sounds coming from you as the vibrations from my mouth dances over the tip of your cock resting between my plump lips eagerly sucking on that sweet spot.My think hair is falling all around me as I take you further into my mouth. I look up at you while I do wanting to see the fire in your eyes as I make my way down your pulsing cock making it disappear into my throat. My hair, however, has other plans. A curtain falls over my eyes and I instinctively moving my arms to push it out of the way forgetting I can’t. The lace of my soft bra adorning my wrist behind my back loosely wrapped around, but still keeping them in place. I groan in irritation, as I want to see you, sending a new set of vibration through your cock.The sound you make making me even wetter. And even wetter still as you teasingly say, “Oh, you wanna see me, do you now?” and I feel your hand move as to push my hair away instead moving more over my face holding it lightly in place, “Holes don’t need to look,” your raw voice echoes in my ears at my mouth reaches the base of your cock. The saliva pooling in my mouth as you touch keeps me in my place a little longer. Water starts to fill my eyes as the gagging becomes harder to hold off and you let go of you light touch just in time for me to move off your cock and gag my spit over your cock as I take deep breaths through my nose.A harsh, lustful “Fuck,” escaping your lips as you move my hair off my face and I’m finally able to look up at you. Your fingers run over my face, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. Caressing me with a tenderness that matches the look behind your eyes, but contrasts the rawness in your voice and your harsh words. “Fucking show me what my fuckhole can do on its own or I’ll show you myself,” you hiss through gritted teeth as I swirl my tongue around the head of your throbbing cock, giving myself a second longer to gather up air, and start the journey back down your shaft. My wet trail from a minute ago still lingering. You buck your hips, though only slightly, to feel me around you even more as your cock hits the back of my throat using myself onto you the best I know. I inwardly beam at my effect on you and how wet being your hole makes me.

“Stop,” I moan as your hand moves up to claim my neck. My heart pounding in my ears to the rhythm of the unstoppable pounding giving away to that sweet spot of the perfect mixture between pain and pleasure. Oh, fuck!“St… stop,” the word barely going up my throat and passed your grip to fall from my mouth without ever making it through my brain. Oh, fuck, I don’t want you to stop for even a second. I’m about to burst. All of my seams coming undone. But fuck, it’s so much. My tied hands behind my back are frantically clawing to get a hold on something, anything. Shit! Shit!Feeling my knuckles turning white as I grab onto the sheets and my own flesh, my nails leaving indents, I’m sure. The pressure is building quicker again. All of my nooks and crannies getting hit perfectly by the rhythmic pounding. Oh my god, that hand, just a simple act, but the power so evident. The connection. You got me under your spell. Shit, yes, that’s it!I don’t even need to look up at you to feel you grinning from ear to ear. I know you’re feeling my body starting to tense up beneath you. Seeing my back arch, my legs going from side to side, my body trying to get away. This feeling is too intense to stay in. But you won’t let me move more than an inch, nothing more than to desperately grind up onto you as your hand not welted in a fierce grip around my throat moves down over my hip and finding that swollen clit of mine. Pressing down and rubbing at double speed as you lean close to whisper in my ear.“My little slut’s gonna cum again, huh?” you teasingly say in a raw, breathy whisper as your clutch on my throat gets tighter, more possessive, and I melt internally as you lick the sweat coming down my temple all the while pushing me further into the mattress.“Huh?” you groan directly into my ear at my silent whimper as you start to go deeper. There’s no way I’ll be able to get anything through my vocal cords at this moment! All I can do is gasp for air, not from the pressure of your hand, but from the intensity of the spell the gesture has put me under. Tears from both the pain and the pleasure are forming in my eyes as I turn to look at you, still trying to find my voice. Fuck so good, so close! And I see your smile shining down on me the second my head turn. Shit! Yes! “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” you groan while staring intensely down at me, taking all of me in.“Pl…p..pl….ple…” I want to say it, but the words won’t form right on my lips, a split-second panic goes through my brain as I feel your grip on my neck disappearing and instead a sharp sting on my cheek from your hand landing here snapping me back to burst out, “PLEASE CAN I CUM, SIR??!!” as I feel your grip returning to its place around my throat putting me back under your spell again.“Oh, such a perfect little slut you are,” I hear that triumphant grin in your voice and feel you lean down to my ear again. Oh my god, fuck, I’m gonna cum! “You wanna cum?” you taunt and I frantically nod, yes-yes-yes, my whimper now almost breaking to a sob as you command, “then you better cum! Now!”