Page 53 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
I gasp as he grabs my arms, pulling them behind my back. He works quickly, tying a strand of rope around them so that I won’t be able to use my hands and will be mostly immobile.He must’ve had the rope out already before we got here. He can count on me never doing what I’m told.
When I’m thoroughly restrained, his hand comes down on my ass in a sharp sting. My back arches and I bite down on my lip, holding in my moan.
He pulls me up by the length of rope between my hands and turns me around to face him.
“On your knees.” He helps guide me to the floor. His touch is gentle compared to the intense heat in his eyes. “Eyes on me.” Reaching for his belt, he undoes it easily, popping the button on his jeans next. He pulls his pants and boxer-briefs down only far enough to free his cock. “Suck it.”
He stares into my eyes as I wet my lips with a stroke of my tongue. Leaning forward I lick his tip and the tiny bit of pre-cum there.
I gasp when his hands dive into my hair, yanking my head back roughly. “I said suck it. Not lick it.”
I give him a wicked grin. “I was getting there.”
He squeezes my left breast, tweaking my nipple. I hiss between my teeth at the pleasure-pain.
“Don’t make me tell you twice.” With a hum, I wrap my lips around his cock, our eyes locked as I suck him. He swells with pleasure in my mouth. I suck him harder and farther down my throat, doing what I can to drive him crazy. It’s not easy not having use of my hands, but this isn’t the first time, and I trust Jameson completely and know he’d never let me get hurt. “Fuck.” He lets his head fall back, breaking eye contact.
Recovering, he grabs my hair into a ponytail clasped in his fist and guides my head, fucking my mouth faster and harder. Saliva gathers in my mouth, covering his cock.
“Shit. Fuck. Baby.” He yanks my head back, strings of saliva following my mouth.
He doesn’t say anything, just grabs me from the floor and turns me around so I’m lying with my chest on the bed again. I moan when his fingers find my pussy.
“I knew you’d be soaking,” he growls lowly, pushing into me in one hard thrust.
I gasp as my body shifts on the bed, scooting forward from the power in his body.
He reaches around with the fingers that were just inside me and presses them against my mouth. “Clean them.”
I wrap my mouth around his fingers, tasting myself on them.
Pulling them away, he grips my hips with both hands, pounding into me from behind.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” His voice is raspy with pleasure and my core clenches around him, eliciting a hiss from between his teeth.
His fingers wrap around the rope between my hands and he yanks me upward as he thrusts into me.
With his other hand he tilts my head back and kisses me deeply. “I love you.” He bites at my throat again overtop the spot he bit earlier.
“I. Love. You. Too.” Each word is a strangled gasp as I fight to speak around my moans. Another orgasm builds and the ability to hold myself upright is becoming difficult.
“Not yet.” He pulls from my body and I mewl in protest.
He moves away from me and I spot the glint of a knife he uses to slice the rope binding me. Twisting me around so we face each other he picks my body weight up effortlessly and I give a small cry as my sensitive pussy slides down his cock. My legs twine around his waist as he pushes into me again and again.
“You can touch me now,” he breathes against my lips.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, our tongues tangling together.
Lowering me down until my back touches the bed, he stays standing, guiding his cock in and out of me at a steady pace. I run my fingers down his sweat dampened chest and he shivers from the touch.
Holding onto my hips he rocks against me, my back arching as the pleasure builds.
I’m so close to orgasming and he must sense it because he reaches between our joined bodies to rub my clit, adding the needed pressure that sends me over the edge. He joins me a few seconds later, his deep moans echoing against the side of my ear and heightening my own pleasure.
We lay there like that, trying to recover our breath.
When he raises up slightly, I hold his cheeks in my hands, the light bit of stubble rasps against my palms. He rubs his nose against mine, a hum rumbling in his throat.
