Page 36 of The Don's Prisoner

“I wanted to look nice for your family,” she explained and I came up for air.

“I don’t care. Always have cleavage like this showing. Always.”

She gigged, and the sound ran right through me like a shot. I pulled her to me, off the wall, and moved us to the bed where I lay her down as gently as I could. She sat up, but I shook my head.

“Lay down and stay still.”

She did as she was told, and I ran my hands from her ankles to her calves, her knees, her thighs. I went under the fabric of her dress and pushed the material up as my hands slid up her body. I climbed over her as I brought the dress up and over her head, with her helping me get her arms out of it. I knelt between her legs and threw the dress aside so I could look down at her. She was in a black lace bra and a pair of barely there matching black lace panties. I observed her for a moment, sitting back on my heels and taking in every moment, every inch of her skin against the black of her lingerie and the blood red of the comforter on the bed.

“You are now the one wearing too many clothes,” she told me, propping herself up on her elbows.

“So I am,” I said with a grin and stood up so I could strip for her.

I pulled off my vest, dress shirt, and undershirt, but I left my tie on. I had plans for that later. Next came my shoes and socks, which she giggled at when I almost fell over in my enthusiasm, then my pants and boxers. My cock sprang free and pointed straight at her. The giggling stopped, but there was still a smile on her face. A satisfied smile that I hoped to have burned into my memory forever.

“Why did you leave the tie on?” she asked and I grinned back at her.

“Oh, I’ll show you in a minute,” I promised, and before she could say anything else, I was taking her panties off with my teeth. She shifted her hips to help me out, and when they were off, I lay over her to take off her bra. My cock rested between her legs, and I could feel her wetness, her heat. I wanted to take her right then, just slide right in and ravage her, pour all my anger and tension into her, but right then I was feeling more playful than angry. Somehow along the way, she had done something to change my mood. Maybe it was the promise of sex, now that we were both naked. It might have been her giggles, but whatever it was, she had certainly changed my mood to something a little less volatile.

Great news for both of us. I didn’t exactly trust myself with her when I was as worked up as I had been earlier when I was so mad I couldn’t think straight.

Now I was thinking as straight as straight could get.

“You should move up the bed, closer to the headboard,” I told her and shifted my weight from my hands, taking the bra from her. Her naked form wiggled in the best ways as she shimmied up the bed as I had asked. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and I wondered to myself yet again how I ended up so lucky.

“Is this good?” she asked, lying down with her head on the pillows. I nodded and crawled as smoothly as I could manage up the bed and over her body. I pressed myself down on her and I could feel her heartbeat in my own chest. My own felt like it was going to explode, hammering away at my rib cage as it was. I felt like my body was vibrating with need, and I wondered if she felt it like I did.

“That’s perfect,” I said and took off the tie with one hand, supporting my weight on the other, not wanting to squash her. “Put your hands above your head.”

She did as I told her and crossed her wrists above her head. I reached up and slipped the tie over her hands and pulled, tightening the already intact knot and binding her wrists together. Then I tied the other end to the black metal headboard.

“Is that alright?” I asked her when I was done, and she pulled a little and nodded. I looked her up and down and, with one hand, caressed her body from her tied wrists, down her arm, and over her breast, making the nipple tighten. I stroked the skin over her hip, then found the space between her thighs. Her pussy was wet when I slid, not one, but two fingers in.

She moaned and I grinned. “I like you tied up like this. Not being able to take my hands away, not being able to cover anything. You are completely open to me and at my mercy.”

“That should scare me,” she said.

“Should?” I kissed her cheek and began fucking her with my fingers. I shifted my body over to one side, so I could lay next to her, and I moved my hips so my cock rested on her leg so close to the opening I was playing with, so close to where it actually wanted to be. “And it doesn’t?”

“No,” she admitted.

I crooked my fingers inside her and hit a spot that made her gasp. I did it again and got the same reaction. Then, I went after that spot like it was the key to her orgasm because it was. I would make her cum with my hands, then I would make her cum with my cock.

“That’s good. That’s very good,” I purred and covered her mouth with mine as I fucked her pussy with my fingers. She moaned into my mouth, and it wasn’t long before she was coming undone beneath me, her muscles twitching and her nipples as hard as diamonds.

When she stilled, I withdrew my fingers and used her juices to wet my cock, rubbing up and down my length. I felt ready to burst—so hard I could have used my dick as a screwdriver if I had wanted. I could feel my balls pulse and tighten against my body just at the sight of her coming down from her high.

She was fucking perfect.

I rolled so I could kneel between her legs, and I bent so I could give her pussy one long, hard lick. She twitched and made a noise that was very close to a yip. Then I grabbed my cock in my hand, lined it up with her entrance, and drove myself down and in. She gasped as I plunged deep inside her, as far as I could go, and then I waited, giving her time to adjust. I wanted to pound into her and ravage her the way I wanted to, but I also didn’t want to hurt her. I had to slow down and make sure she was alright, but it took everything in me not to move, especially when she was pulsing around me like she was.

“Can I move?” I asked. “Are you alright?”

She nodded.

“Yes, I’m fine. You can move. Please move,” she replied, and I buried one of my hands in her hair behind her head and supported my weight on my elbow. Her legs came up around my hips, and I pulled out of her slowly only to ram back into her.

I did this over and over again, pushing in and out of her, feeling her tighten around me as her second orgasm began to build. I chased it, trying my best to keep from cumming before she did. I needed her to cum first, but I also needed her to cum faster. I was about at the end of my willpower, and the tighter she squeezed me with her inner muscles, the less stamina I had.

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