“You can hardly call these restraints.” he laughed, “Look I can get my wrists out easily.”
He twisted his arm out of the fine material loop tied to the bedpost and grasped the black lace covered waist currently straddling his torso.
She flicked his forearm with her nails in retribution
“Hands back and keep them there. The whole point of this is that you willingly submit. Remove your hands again and I’ll stop.”
“As you wish … Mistress!” he stressed as deadpan as he could.
She crawled backwards on her knees, dragging her wet heat over his more than ready erection. He groaned loudly and she smirked. Raising herself, she quickly lined him up and dropped down, a low sigh escaping her mouth at the feeling. She sat still for a moment and he bucked his hips up, grinning as she moaned.
He repeated the movement, but she lifted herself as well, “Naughty. I’m the one setting the pace this time.”
“As you wish ma’aaaaaammmm,” he chokes out as she uses muscles that he hadn’t realised she could control to squeeze and release around his cock.
“I do,” she says,lifting herself almost completely off him, then sliding herself back down. She repeats the motion, up and down, riding him with a smile, ‘Oh fuck, yes”, moans and pants escaping from her mouth. Slipping one hand from his check, she moves it down to where they’re joined, circling her clit and he takes the opportunity, thrusting up, as the feel of her fluttering muscles pulls him closer.
He can feel the moment she comes, clenching around him with a cry of his name. The sensation makes him thrust up harder, faster, desperate to follow her. The wooden headboard creaks in protest against his biceps pulling on the scarves fisted in his hands. A moment later, she falls forwards as he shudders, his release racing through him.
6/11/17
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