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“I can see you dripping for me, vixen,” I teased her, letting my fingers play in her wetness for a moment before bringing them to my lips. “Fuck me, you taste divine,” I groaned at her taste. My fingers slid into her heat, moving the knot back over her clit as I rocked it against her sensitive nub.
She whimpered and gyrated against my fingers, pushing towards her impending climax. Moving the knot again, I flicked her tender nub with my fingers, giving her just a little pain along with her pleasure.
She shrieked and came around my fingers, her sweet nectar gushing against my already slick digits as she exploded around me, tightening like a velvet glove.
“So sweet,” I groaned a moment before I buried my face in her wet cunt, lapping up her orgasm like a starving man. I flicked and tasted every inch of her as she writhed and bucked into my mouth. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head as I brought her to orgasm again, and then a third time. Each time she gushed into my mouth, filling my senses with her desire.
My chin coated in her wetness, I stood back up, releasing the ties that kept her bound to the chair. I helped her to her feet slowly, her eyelids drooping in a post orgasmic haze.
I spun her around, bending her over the bed as I yanked my boxers the rest of the way down, freeing my cock from its fabric prison. I slid the head against her slit, groaning at the feel of the rope and then her slick cunt. I teased myself, rubbing against the juxtaposing sensations before positioning myself at her entrance.
“Please, Sir,” she whimpered, pressing her ass back towards me. I held onto the ropes that bound her arms as I drove myself home, deep inside her welcoming cunt. My hand fisted in the ropes, yanking her back towards me with every thrust.
“You are perfection,” I grunted as she tightened around me.
“Please!” she begged, meeting every thrust with tilted hips and widespread thighs. She was open and vulnerable to my aggression, and I took it. Every ounce of it.
“You want to cum around my cock, vixen?” I teased her.
“Yes, Sir! Please!” She screamed into the room.
“No. Hold it. Hold it and beg for that orgasm you want so badly,” I gritted out between clenched teeth.
I held my orgasm back, wanting to prolong the feeling for as long as possible before emptying myself inside of her.
“Arch your back,” I commanded, watching as she obeyed. Her ass jiggled with every thrust. My other hand moved between her cheeks, my thumb brushing over her tight little asshole as she bucked against me. I yanked the rope to the side, pulling her restraints uncomfortably as I spit on that tiny little rosebud. It twitched and spasmed beneath me as she groaned.
“Oh god,” she whimpered, pulling away slightly, but I wouldn’t let her. I held fast to the ropes and kept her positioned, fully sheathed, over my cock. My thumb swirled over the opening, slickened by my spit as I pressed just the tip inside of her tight virgin hole.
“Sir!” she screamed, her pussy trembling around my shaft as I rocked us together.
“Hold it!” I barked the order. I pressed my thumb into her ass, just barely, as she held onto her building orgasm.
“Cum for me, little slut,” I growled. She tightened around me, gushing against my cock and balls only a moment before I coated her cunt with my cum. “Fuck, yes!” I yelled, slamming in and out of her heat as she flooded us both. Everything became so slick and so sensitive I could barely stand it, but I didn’t stop. I kept her right there in the throes of pleasure until I had pulled every drop of gratification from her. Her body went limp against the ropes and I struggled to hold her weight for a split second.
I slipped from her heat, lowering her to the bed carefully. Gathering her into my arms, I moved her to the edge of the bed, kissing the top of her head softly.
“Perfection, vixen. Absolute perfection,” I muttered softly. The scene was over and aftercare had begun.
“Easy does it, love,” I whispered as she regained her bearings, balancing on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were half shut as she floated somewhere in the submissive abyss of subspace. I carefully began to untie her arms, massaging her shoulders and arms to encourage blood flow.
“Wiggle your fingers for me?” I asked her. Slowly, very slowly, she obeyed, as though she were in a trance. “Good, good.”
I helped her to her feet, her knees wobbly as I untied the diamond dress from her beautiful body. The ropes came off quickly, falling to the floor where I left them discarded to be washed later.
“I’ll be right back, love. Would you prefer a shower or a bath tonight?” I asked her softly.
“A shower, please,” she managed to utter.
“With pleasure,” I said, kissing her forehead before heading into the bathroom to start the water. I wanted it nice and warm before we entered. In moments, the water reached the desired temperature. I carried her to the bathroom, not trusting her unsteady legs to support her down the hall.
I bathed her slowly, watching as she came back to reality there with me. We shared kisses and touches, but stayed silent while we bathed. No words were needed.
As I helped her into bed, clean and satiated from our play, I thought about how incredibly far she’d come in such a short time.
“You were amazing tonight,” I muttered, pulling her close to me. Her head nuzzled into my chest as she curled around me like a second skin.
“You were the incredible one,” she laughed lightly, her breath fanning over my skin.
