“Mmm,” I answered and as I did, he pushed his cock inside my mouth. I moaned as he pushed, and rocked his hips slowly.
“Gods you’re so beautiful sucking me off,” he said as he pushed further, and then pulled out. He did it several times, making me struggle to keep him inside my lips. “My turn,” he said after a few moments of fucking my mouth had passed.
He pulled roughly on the rope, which placed me back upright, and then he lifted my hips and spread my legs wide as he moved my panties to the side, out of his way. He lay beneath me, and then pulled my body down until I was over his carnal mouth. “No coming yet,” he warned as he stroked my desire with his mouth and tongue.
I moved as best as I could; riding his mouth as I felt myself unraveling. I could feel him inside of me, and moaned every time his nose pushed against my clit. The masculine noises he made as he continued to ravish me with his hungry mouth alone were enough to send me over the edge, but I couldn’t. I hadn’t been given permission.
His hands came up and held my legs further apart as he watched me. When I was sure I couldn’t hold on any longer, he stopped and crawled out from between my legs. I was a slick mess, and he knew it. He pulled up on the rope until I was hanging in the air with my knees only grazing the bed. He glamoured more rope and smiled as he wrapped it around one knee, and then secured it to the huge oak poster frame.
“I like you wet and exposed, Pet. I like you at my mercy,” he said as he tightened the rope and then repeated it with the other leg. When I was hanging there, he reached up and slapped my pussy. Hard. “I also like to hear you scream and beg me to own your sweet flesh,” he continued. “I can do anything I want to you, and I will.”
“Not complaining here,” I whimpered as another hard slap landed on my sensitive place.
“We don’t need these anymore,” he said as he reached up and ripped the panties from me. He smiled as he brought them up and held them to his nose. “You’re so fucking wet.” He walked to the side of the bed and sat there, my panties still held to his nose. “Taste how good you are, and how much your pussy weeps to be fucked.” He pushed them into my mouth and I groaned.
Yeah, I hadn’t seen that coming! I could taste myself, and the smell was erotic as it wafted to my nose. It smelled like sex, and as I watched him, he moved to the front again, where I was completely and utterly exposed.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he said as he leaned down and stroked my mess with his tongue. “You like that?” he asked and I raised my head and moaned. “Good girl, watch me fuck you with my mouth,” he growled as he held my thighs and used his tongue on me. My legs trembled as I moaned louder.
He released my legs and placed one hand on my ass to hold me in place, as the other pushed against my opening. I cried out, it was muffled by my own panties as three fingers slid inside. He watched me, with a crooked smile on his lips as he pushed in, and then pulled out of my soaking wet haven.
“You feel like you need to be fucked,” he said smoothly, and then stopped. He reached up and removed the panties, and then tossed them aside. “Too bad I have no plans of allowing this sweet pussy its release.”
“Please,” I begged.
“I said no,” he growled.
“Ryder, fuck me!”
I cried out as he reached up to deliver a punishing blow to my sensitive flesh. “I am in control, understand?”