Page 35 of Dragon's Desire

"I'm going to be one hundred percent in charge of what's going on," she said.

"Okay. Woman in control. Strangely haven't had much of that, so it should be fun to switch things up."

"I'm tying you to the bed."

"Oh. Now that's something I've never tried but have always wanted to. I'm totally on board with that."

"You aren't allowed to come until I say you can, but after that, no trying to play any games and keep this going in some attempt to tire me out or prove something."

"Why would I ever do anything else?" he smirked at her.

"Do you really want to play like you didn't know what you were doing on the catwalk? Because if so, I've got a vibrator I can go use."

"Okay. No trying to make you work harder than you have to. Anything else?"

"No."

He was glad he said this time. He was willing to try anything once. Still, he wouldn't want it to become a habit. He could see the appeal of giving up this much control to Kiercy for a short time, but not forever.

She started walking to the bedroom, pulling off her clothes and tossing them on the floor. He followed her lead. Soon he was on the bed with her straddling his chest as she tied silk scarves around his wrists and ankles.

"My safe word is Poseidon."

Kiercy quirked an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Why not? When am I ever going to need to say that during sex? Unless you're into roleplaying Greek gods, and then I can always pick something else. Are you into that?"

"I'm beginning to wonder if I should have made one of my conditions you being gagged," she said as she straddled his head and lowered her wetness to his mouth.

"Put that tongue of yours to good use. Lick. Now."

"Yes, ma'am."

He started massaging her lower lips and clit with his tongue, and she began to press into him more and more.

"Harder," she demanded.

He gave it to her harder. Then he felt her bending forward and her warm mouth wrapping around the head of his cock. She paused briefly and said, "Remember, you can't come until after I have."

He didn't stop licking, but when she put her mouth on him again, he had to admit he was having trouble concentrating. She was somehow doing an even better job from this angle than she had on the catwalk.

Kiercy stopped and said, "Are you losing focus?"

She was toying with him, trying to break him. Trying to win. He wouldn't let her. Again, he didn't answer, and when she went back to sucking his cock, he made sure he was doing everything in his power to both pleasure and distract her.

And it was working. Her technique was getting sloppy and not in the fun, sloppy, wet blow job way. Even though she said she wanted to be the one in charge, he was 'winning' this game she wanted to play. Eventually, she stopped and just held him. Her body started to shake. Then he felt her thighs clamp together nearly hard enough to make him remember the pain of falling out a second-story window.

With her thighs squeezing his head, he knew she was screaming out something, but he wasn't sure if it was his name or not. When she finally relaxed, he took a deep breath. She nearly suffocated him. He could think of less pleasant ways to go.

She turned around, this time straddling his hips. She grabbed the shaft of his cock and guided him into her. But only just the head. He could feel her muscles fluttering around him and tried to thrust up into her.

Then she slapped him. That was something he hadn't been expecting.

She laughed at his shocked look and said, "Don't move. I'm in control. If I wanted you deeper inside me, I'd put you deeper inside me."

There she sat, squeezing just the head of his cock inside her, and Peter legitimately began to wonder about his self-control here. Then agonizingly slowly, she sunk down onto him. Every part of him, even while his hands and feet were tied down, wanted to take control. She was torturing him.

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