Page 113 of Tequila Tuesdays

He took hold of the rope between my breasts and backed me up to the bed, then held me steady while I climbed on.

Damien started to get onto the bed too, but I shook my head. “You’re still dressed.”

He smiled. “I know. How do you feel kneeling there naked with your hands tied behind your head and your breasts so proudly displayed, while I’m fully clothed?”

“Annoyed,” I spit out.

He smirked. “Uh-huh. Is that why you’re panting and rubbing your thighs together?”

I hadn’t realized I was doing that, and I froze. “It’s frustration.”

He gave me a hot, wet kiss then bit my lip. “So if I felt your sweet little pussy, it wouldn’t be dripping wet.”

“No,” I lied. I knelt further back on my heels to get away from him.

He dragged me back up by the ropes. “You’re lying.” Slowly bringing his mouth to my chest, he licked up my right breast and bit my nipple. “Hmm. You taste like edible glitter and sexual frustration.”

I wanted to grab his head and hold him to me, but my hands were immobile. While he lavished my breasts and tugged on the rope, his other hand trailed down to my center. His fingers found my core.

“Your pussy doesn’t lie, sweetheart. It tells me you like being tied up,” he said against my breast.

“Oh, God,” I whispered when he shoved a finger inside me. My mind blanked, and I wanted to grind myself against his palm.

He traced my clit, then pushed two fingers back inside me. “Let yourself go. Let me play with you, and just feel tonight.”

My head fell forward, and my anxiety drifted away as I started moving on his hand. I wanted to do what he asked and just experience what he gave me.

Damien bit down a little harder on the swell of my breast while he fingered me and played with my clit. I wondered if he wanted to leave marks on me.

When he started sucking, I knew that’s what he was doing. He finally raised his head and studied me. My pupils were dilated, and my eyelids felt so heavy.

He undressed and stood in front of me, stroking his shaft. “I’m not going to deep-throat you tonight, but I want you to be a good girl and get my cock nice and wet.”

Before I could decide what to do, he held me behind the neck and bent me over. Then Damien steadied me while he positioned me over his length.

“Open.” He pressed his thumb against my chin.

I obediently opened even as my mind rebelled. And then he was inside my mouth.

“Suck, sweetheart.”

I hesitated, and Damien gently slapped my breast. “Do you need a spanking tonight?”

Shuddering, I started sucking and licking. He massaged my breasts while I worked his cock.

“That feels so good. I need to bend you over and return the favor,” he growled.

The thought of him licking my clit while my hands were trussed up behind me made my head spin.

He finally pulled out of my mouth. “Come here and sit on the side of the bed.” Before I could move, he took hold of the rope again and pulled me to the edge. He seemed to like dragging me around by the harness he’d created.

I situated myself the best I could with my hands tied. Then he pushed my breasts together and leisurely ran his cock between the valley there, rubbing his length against the rope and the sides of my breasts.

A strand of hair fell over my face, and he let go of a breast to brush it behind my ear. Then he continued rubbing himself until he had to stop.

He backed up and pulled me off the bed, again by the rope, then turned me around. “Bend over, sweetheart. I’m going to eat you out, then fuck you hard.”

I froze, and lust and anxiety slammed through me.

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