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“I insist we start every workday this way,” I pant as he strokes me in just the right way.
“And weekends?” he teases as his index finger circles my cl*t and causes my back to arch away from him. .
“And weekends,” I agree as I feel my impending orgasm start to crash through me.
Abruptly, Gavin’s hand is gone, and I am thrown violently backward from the precipice of pleasure. “Why’d you stop?” I practically shriek.
Rolling from the bed, Gavin gives a soft chuckle and makes his way over to the dresser. “I have something in mind. ”
I lift my head and shoulders from the bed, propped on my elbows, and watch his amazingly sculpted ass and chiseled shoulders as he rummages through one of his drawers. When he turns to face me, he has a silk tie in his hands, pale yellow with light blue stripes running diagonally across it. I watch, mesmerized, as he walks back toward the bed, winding the very ends around each of his hands until there’s only about half a foot left in between. He gives a snap outward, drawing the material taut.
“Wanna play?” he asks me deviously.
I swallow past the immediate dryness he’s caused in my throat and nod my head, even as a small twist of fear snakes up my spine. I’ve never been tied up before, and it’s clear the intent deep within his gray eyes.
“Come here,” he commands me, and I don’t hesitate before throwing the covers off and rolling out bed. His eyes run up and down my body appreciatively as I walk toward him, and Gavin never fails to make me feel anything less than the most beautiful creature in the world when I’m in his presence.
When I stop just a foot away, he tells me, “Turn around. Put your hands behind your back. ”
I do as he asks, trying to control the trembling of my body. Gavin bends over and places a soft kiss on my shoulder.
“I won’t hurt you, Sweet,” he tells me gently. “Not unless you beg me to. ”
I groan at the thought of all the ways in which I may beg him to make it hurt. Images of his open palm smacking my ass pour through my mind, and I can feel desire building between my legs.
Gavin starts to wrap the tie around my hands as my wrists rest against each other behind my back. As he works, he murmurs in my ear, “You know… I’ve experimented with all types of bondage. I’ve used cuffs, gags, shackles, and crotch ropes. ”
When I shudder, he licks the shell of my ear and taunts me. “That’s right, sweet girl… crotch ropes. I’m betting you would love that, having me wrap you in soft rope, over your br**sts, binding you at the elbows, then running it right down in between your legs… right up the center of your—”
The moan that tears out of my throat is unexpected, and my head falls backward as if my neck has no strength to support it in the face of such filthy imagery. Gavin laughs softly, pulling tighter on the tie around my wrists. “I’m teasing you, Savannah. I’d never want to dirty up my sweet that way. ”
Disappointment sweeps through me in a rolling wave, but then he says, “Not unless you begged me to. ”
I don’t even have a chance to groan out a response because Gavin gives a slight tug to the material binding my hands behind me and turns me around by my shoulders.
He peers down at me, his eyes searching mine. “You okay?”
I nod at him, giving him a sure smile. “Peachy. ”
“Good,” he says, almost with pride, and strokes a finger down my cheek. “Now… get down on your knees for me, Sweet. I want to see what you can do with just your mouth alone. ”
Now I can’t help the groan that tears up out of me, and Gavin’s eyes fill with heat from my response. I hold his gaze, even as I lower myself to the soft rug that covers a good chunk of his bedroom’s hardwoods. When I come eye level with his cock, I let my eyes slide down his body and look at the massive erection standing straight up just inches from my face. It’s so beautiful… dusky rose with a thick, fat vein running underneath.
Gavin’s hands gently cup the sides of my face. “Open your mouth, love. ”
I lick my lips once and then open my mouth, raising my eyes to meet his once more. He looks down at me with such intensity that I feel burned from the inside out.
“Fuck… you are so beautiful, kneeling there in front of me, utterly submissive and helpless. Tell me, Sweet… are you going to swallow me down?”
I nod at him, refusing to say the words aloud because I’m afraid they’ll come out in a helpless squeak of desire, which would not be sexy at all.
“That’s my girl,” he says softly, pulling my face toward him.
Gently, he guides me forward until the head of his c**k brushes against my lips. I circle my tongue briefly around the head before pushing forward and taking him all the way in.
Gavin grunts loudly in pleasure and the knowledge that I just pulled forth that ubiquitous sound from deep within him floods me with power.
His fingers thread through my hair and grip me by the back of my head. I pull back, dragging my tongue down the length of him and pulling forth an equally sexy groan from him, before sucking on the tip. I start to go down on him again, but Gavin applies pressure to my head to stop me.
His voice sounds strangled when he says in wonderment, “You’re a little too good at that. Tell you what… hold still, beautiful girl, and let me just f**k your mouth for a minute. ”
I have no clue what that means, but then he shows me as he holds my head tightly and starts to move his hips. In and out of my mouth, his c**k moves, not too deep, stopping just before hitting the back of my throat. I curve my tongue along him, sucking in my jaws slightly on every other beat to give him more friction.
“Fuck, Sweet… where did you learn to do that?” He moans and pumps in and out of my mouth a bit faster.
Frustration hits me out of left field, because all of a sudden, I have an insane desire to touch Gavin. I absolutely need to put my hands on him, to touch his exposed c**k as it moves out of my mouth, to roll his balls with my fingers. I pull hard at the bonds on my wrist and feel utterly helpless while he moves in and out of my mouth, once going a little too deep, causing me to gag.
“Sorry, baby,” he mutters, dialing it down a notch.
I kneel there, helpless before him, knowing that he could do whatever he wanted if given the urge. My eyes slide to the left and widen when I see the full-length mahogany mirror that sits in the corner his room. As is typical, Gavin has a T-shirt draped over the top of it, too lazy to throw it in the hamper, but there’s enough mirror exposed that I can see Gavin move his h*ps back and forth, his thick c**k tunneling in and out of my mouth. My br**sts are thrust forward, my fingers flexing helplessly behind my arched back, and Gavin stares down at me while he works himself in and out of me.
He must notice my eyes are averted because slowly his head turns. He looks at me in the mirror, watching as I helplessly blow him with my hands tied behind my back.
When our eyes meet in the reflection, his hands grip my head tighter and he moans, “Fuck, Savannah… that’s sexy as shit. Watching you, watch us in the mirror. Hot, right?”
I nod my head as best as I can, because words are prohibited by the glorious length of Gavin that is in my mouth.
I’m surprised when Gavin rears back, tearing himself free of my mouth. The emptiness causes my jaw to sag, and I immediately notice it’s sore from the pounding he just gave it.
My gaze moves from the mirror and up toward Gavin, whose chest is rising and falling in rapid motions, a light sheet of sweat on his forehead.
“Why did you stop?” I ask uncertainly.
“Because I was getting ready to come,” he says, almost in agony as he pants hard, and his hand goes around the base of his cock. He squeezes hard… almost as if to quash his impending orgasm. “Wasn’t ready to come just yet. ”
“Oh,” is all I manage to say before Gavin is lifting me from the floor and onto the bed. He puts me on my knees and then with his hand at the ba
ck of my head, pushes me down to the mattress until my cheek is resting there.
His hand releases me but slides backward down the middle of my back, straight down to where he drags his finger down the middle of my ass cheeks. I moan at the forbidden touch he gives me. “I’d love to f**k your ass one day, Sweet. Think you’d let me do that?”
A strangled sound comes out of my throat, and I involuntarily start to rise from the bed. Would I let him do that? I have no clue, but his hand comes back up to the middle of my back and he pushes me back down.
“Don’t move,” he says, and then I can feel him step away from the bed. I have no clue what he’s doing, but then I hear him across the room. “This mirror will come in handy. ”
Gavin comes back into my line of view and sets the full-length mirror up on its stand so it’s right beside the bed. I blush warmly when I see my na**d body, on my knees, br**sts flatted on the mattress, my face flushed and my lips swollen from the workout he just gave my mouth. Gavin comes up to stand behind me, his hands caressing my butt.
We stare at each other in the mirror again, and he says, “You see how beautiful you are? Bound, helpless, bent to my will. You’d take anything I gave you, wouldn’t you, Sweet?”
I don’t even bother nodding my head in agreement, because he knows the answer.
I would, indeed, take anything he asked me to.
Caressing one hand down my ass, he slides it down between my legs and pushes a finger in. It slides silky smooth through my wetness, and I start panting as he pumps it in and out a few times.
My eyes watch him, and then slide from the action of his hands to his rigid erection, which seems to be straining upward, just behind me. I want him inside of me so bad that I ache all over.
“What are you looking at, love?”
My eyes slowly slide from his c**k to his gaze as he watches me in the mirror. “I’m looking at you. ”
His fingers move inside me, tortuously slow, and he smiles at me lewdly. “You were looking at my cock. Your eyes were all over my cock, thinking of me sliding it inside of you, right?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Is that what you want?”
I nod, but he just keeps working his finger inside of me. He waits, going back full circle when he first intimately touched me on the couch that day last week. He’s waiting for me to say the exact words to tell him what I want.
Taking in a deep breath, I make sure my eyes are directly connected to his. “Gavin… I want you to f**k me with your cock. Is that clear enough for you?”
“Crystal,” he says with a smile, white teeth flashing against his dark, stubbled face.
He moves behind me, taking his erection with one hand to guide it inside. I’m so slick with pent-up lust and desire, he slides in easily even as I feel the slight burn from the way he stretches me.
We both groan loudly. It melds together, sounding like one harmonious and erotic vibration throughout the room.
“I wish I were a poet,” Gavin murmurs as he starts moving in and out of me. “I wish I were a poet because then… and only then, would I have the words that would be salient enough to describe the way you feel to me. I’d f**king be a best seller every time if I could just describe how I feel… at this very moment, when I’m lodged deep inside of you. ”
Oh, Gavin. His words… they are poetry, and it’s not just in the humble consonants and vowels that pour out of his mouth. It’s in his tone… with utter worship in his emotion. It speaks deeply to me, and while Gavin has made every part of my body tremble with pleasure, for the first time, my heart gives a bit of a squeeze as I realize that we both have feelings that are starting to get deep.
He moves with tenderness and care within my body. Yes, he’s taking me from behind with my hands bound behind my back. My shoulders ache and my thighs tremble, and I know this should feel impersonal, but it doesn’t. I’m giving something to Gavin that he very much enjoys, and I’m finding that I, myself, enjoy this different bit of sex as well.
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