His hand slides down my dress, coming to rest over my ass. Before I know what is happening, he spins me around, draws me close, and kisses me. I am powerless in his arms, quickly melting into a puddle of lascivious goo. His kisses are slow and purposeful – a commanding presence in and of themselves. His large hands trail a little lower before they ascend, dragging up my dress in the process. He pulls me so close that I can feel him through his trousers. He feels amazing.
My fingers work to open the buttons of his jacket. I slide my hands inside, over the meat of his chest and his sculpted abdominals. I want to be naked and writhing beneath him. He slips his tongue into my mouth.
My hands move to his belt buckle. He seizes my wrist and drags my hand away. Fearing I have done something wrong, I open my eyes. His lips never leave mine as his hand snakes around the front of my body. He caresses the bare skin of my inner thigh. His fingers venture farther up to ghost along the outline of my underwear. I’m already wet.
His tongue delves deeper, leaving no room for me to protest. I am slow to realize my general lack of control at first, but when I understand that he means to dictate my every action – manipulate my every limb, I succumb to him completely. His finger continues to trace and tease between my thighs, venturing close but never touching what I so desperately want him to. Soon, he has me moaning unreservedly against his lips, begging for more. I want him to spread me wide open and fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.
He removes my dress. The indoor air is warm against my skin. His fingertips trail down my spine, leaving tingling sensations in their wake. I shiver in pleasure. He unclasps my bra. He has my panties around my ankles in a matter of seconds. I am naked in his arms, at the mercy of his wandering hands that grope and pull in ravenous tugs. I want to wrap my legs around him and let him take me right here.
“David,” I moan. “David, please.” With that, the man finally lets me undress him. I drink in his smooth chest and chiseled torso, thirsty for more. His thick, juicy cock waits for me between his muscular thighs, aroused and wanting. My first impulse is to taste it. That is not his plan. He hooks his hands under my thighs and picks me up so I straddle his hips. I start kissing his chest and throat, in desperate need of something to do with my mouth. He takes me down the steps and into the pool.
The water is warm, serving only to heighten the heat between us. The only thing on my mind at the moment is the driving need for friction. I can hardly stand it. He wades into the water and sits down on the stairs. I sit astride him. I can feel his aching tool between my ass cheeks. I blush with desire. He takes me but the chin in a firm, but gentle grasp. I feel his fingers ghost over the flesh of my inner thigh in the water. I try to push against his finger, but his other hand holds my hip fast. Only once does the broad pad of his finger stroke me and I practically come undone.
David sits back, bracing his wide shoulder blades against the ledge of the pool. At last, he gives me the opportunity I crave. I slide off his lap, moaning when my clit slides across his shaft under the water. I resist the urge to will my hips into a back and forth motion. I find myself on my knees between his thighs. The water is up to my breasts – nipples pert with arousal. It does not faze me that the water will destroy my makeup as I stoop down and envelope his aching cock between my lips.
I hold my breath as I sink deeper. I hear him sigh before my ears are submerged. He slides both hands into my hair and holds me under, guiding me along his solid, delicious shaft. I suck eagerly. It hits the back of my throat. He wants me to take him deeper. His cock is so large that I nearly choke. He brings me up abruptly, his hand finding purchase in the crook of my arm and then the flesh of my ass as he drags me up his body and into a fierce kiss.
I stroke and work him, praising his cock with my hands as he leaves fingerprints in my ass and my breasts.
David takes me out of the pool. He kisses me into a wooden room. The sudden deluge of heat, like the breath of a living thing, tells me it is a sauna. David shuts the door. The inexorable heat drives me wild with cravings for him. The coals and hot stones steam and hiss under the grate. I want him to push me into a corner and fuck me on one of the wooden benches. I want him to claim me on the ground.
David backs me against the wall. While my hands continue to milk his cock, he ties my wrists together. Before I know it, David raises my arms and puts the rope over a hook dangling from the ceiling. My toes barely touch the ground. It is maddening that I can no longer touch him.
David slowly circles me, not unlike an apex predator. I can feel his wintry blues burning holes on my flesh, as though he means to devour me. The dim light paints him an especially sinister shade of blue, but I am not frightened. I groan flirtatiously, pulling on the ropes.
“Do not struggle, pet. I would hate for the ropes to blemish your skin.” He caresses my arm.
“I want you inside of me. Now. Please,” I beg, my eyebrows knitting together in desperation.
David tangles his fingers into my hair. He pulls, inclining my chin. “So impatient. All in good time,” David tells me. “I intend to play with you first.” I shiver, feeling new liquid heat blooming between my legs. Suddenly I know this is going to be a very long night – a night I will never forget. I can only moan as David binds more ropes around my ankles, spreading my legs for him. Now, I am suspended entirely from the hook. He brackets my hips with his hands and starts tonguing and sucking on my nipples, feeling me up.
“David,” I whisper.
David walks around behind me. I whimper when his palm collides with my ass, leaving a biting sting in its place. I hear him fumbling with something. I can feel his erection pressing against my backside. Water drips down my skin, left over from the pool and condensing with the humidity. My wet hair clings to my shoulders.
I find myself in darkness when he secures a blindfold around my eyes. He then ties a ball-gag in place behind my head. My loss of control is absolute. I can say and do nothing. I can only moan. It is immensely arousing. This man may be a gentlemen in public, but he is the best kind of sinner behind closed doors. He is kinky and superbly dominant. I want him all to myself – always.
He runs his hands over my legs, like one inspecting a horse. His hands swim around to the front and under me. He starts whispering something close to my ear – French, I believe. He starts stroking me, petting with his middle finger, coaxing and caressing. I bite my lip, half incoherent with the mere pleasure his finger provides. He explores, moving left and right. I moan aloud.
“There it is,” he says lowly, in English. His finger snakes against my clit, resuming its deft ministrations. My mouth falls open around the gag. I moan in lilting, lascivious cries. I want more. I strain to press against him, but do not make much headway. David reaches under me with the opposite hand and dips his fingers inside me. He curls and pumps them, stirring me up and awakening sensations I did not know I could feel. All too soon, just as I can sense a climax avalanching towards me, his hands leave the wet warmth of my body. He moves in front of me and stands close enough for me to smell the chlorine and cologne on his skin. He takes me by the chin.
I can demand nothing of him. I know that much. I am at his mercy.
I feel him move away. The rope around my right ankle does slack, followed soon by my left. David moves around behind me, takes me by the hips, and guides me against his body enough to induce an arch in my back. He slides his hands under my thighs and spreads me wider for himself, lifting my legs. He finally plunges into me, deep inside my cunt. I moan against the gag. This is precisely what I want. He holds my legs as he thrusts into me, assuming a torturously slow pace that quickly has me drooling. It feels so good. I want to tell him so, but the gag is in the way. Any sound I make is muffled and distorted.
“Taylor,” he grunts in approval.
I hope I am tight enough to please him. I want him to use my body for his pleasure: to exploit me in every way possible and from every angle.
“Do you like that, pet?” he asks lowly. I
sure as hell know I like that name. He could keep me chained up wearing nothing but a collar for the rest of my life and I would never complain. “Do you like the feel of my cock inside of you? How you are subject to my every whim?” I can only moan, my thoughts coming in as a foggy “Yes.” “I’ve been looking for you for a long time. You’ve kept me waiting. Now it’s time to be a good girl and make it up to me.” I shudder in bliss.
David changes positions after a moment, moving around in front of me, taking my hips and shoving inside. He pulls me against him, accentuating the power in his thrusts as I dangle helplessly form the ceiling. He dominates me completely. I feel his throbbing girth grind into me. I am putty in his hands.
“Are you going to come for me? As I ravish your body? Every part of you belongs to me, to do with as I please. You’re mine. You like being fucked this way, don’t you?” He pulls out and unties my right leg completely to drape it over his shoulder and fucks me more from the side. Every thrust is a burst of euphoria. I am so close. The ecstasy builds and builds. Release is racing up my spine. My moans come ceaselessly.
“Taylor,” he groans. “You feel so good. You’re mine, my pet.” His hungry hands consume my body, awash in sweat. He starts thrusting harder, accelerating the pace of his hips. Our skin slaps together. The heat of the sauna is drowning me. I cry out when I come, practically seeing stars. Not a moment later, I feel him do the same, dumping his load into me – hot and thick, marking what is his. We ride it through together.
Later, we rest together on one of the sauna’s glossy wooden benches lining the wall. I lay with my back against David’s chest. His hand rests between my thighs, stroking gently over my moist clit. I practically purr in response as my hands roam over is muscular legs. I want to do this again. My desires are already returning.
“Will you stay the weekend, pet?” David asks against my ear. And even without the ball-gag, I can deny him nothing. When I smile and nod, starry eyed, his face lights up.
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