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His hands grip the sheets, flexing them between his fingers, pulling in vain against the leather cuffs holding his wrists a nicely measured distance from his body.

And from his cock.

He has done so much teasing this past month, and don'’t misunderstand, I love when he teases me, but he has done such a convincing job that I cannot, nay will not, take the chance.

Not tonight.

That cock is MINE.

I run my hands up his parted thighs, raking my long nails along the insides and watch him jump. I smile but he is unaware of it. The wicked, controlling turn that makes my lips curl at the side. No, he cannot tell.

He is blindfolded.

Even though he is draped in darkness, the room is bathed in candlelight. If I had lights blazing it would ruin the effect, and somehow the flickering candles make it seem darker.

For him anyway.

I can see quite well. I see his hard cock jumping every time I lean down and breathe on it. It jumps not just because of a cool breeze cresting over the head.

It jumps because he is willing it to. He wants me to notice it. How hard it is. The veins throbbing, the head swollen and almost angry looking.

The one glistening drop rising slowly from the tip until it forms a perfect orb.

My tongue darts out and flicks it quickly into my mouth.

"“Please"” he whispers.

My index fingernail runs the length of his shaft.

He murmurs something inaudible and pulls against his restraints.

God, I love to watch the muscles in his forearms flex, tightening until they look as if they might snap.

My tongue replaces my nail, running up the underside of his cock and across the head, licking slowly.

The muscles in his neck strain.

Lovely.

He murmurs again and I lean forward running my naked body up his, making deliberate contact with his hard cock. It leaves a trail of precum along my belly.

Whispering in his ear, I command him to tell me.

He is silent for a flash of a second and I reach down and grip his shaft.

Hard.

He arches his back and attempts to thrust his hips but my grip prevents it.

He groans but continues to fight, bucking and throwing me forward.

Hissing my chastisement at his behavior, I throw my leg over him and begin rubbing the head of his cock against my clit.

Slowly at first, then quicker and more deliberate.

His hands grip the sheets.

But that cock is MINE.


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