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I did what he said, turning so my back was to him, my heart racing as I crossed my wrists behind
He stepped close, his chest brushing my back, and looped the belt around my wrists, pulling it tight, the leather firm against my skin, not hurting but holding me in place.
He tugged it once, making sure it was secure, then leaned down, his lips against my neck.
“Good girl,” he said, and I melted.
Those words hit different and for a reason I want to hear them again. My body surprised me, my
ass tingling, my pussy leaking down my thighs.
He turned me around to face him, his hands on my shoulders, and knelt in front of me, his eyes
level with my hips.
He hooked his fingers into my panties, pulling them down slowly, exposing my shaved pussy, my
swollen clit, letting them fall to my ankles, and I stepped out of them, feeling exposed but safe with
him.
“Sit on the bed,” he said, and I did, my bound hands making it awkward, but I managed, sitting
on the edge, my legs pressed together.
Being tied up like I’m his to play with, is turning me on so much.
He pushed my thighs apart, his hands strong, spreading my legs wide so he could see my wet
pussy lips, my inner thighs slick, and looked up at me, his eyes dark.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” he said, his voice rough, “all tied up, your pussy dripping
for me, tits heaving, waiting for me to eat you out.”
The way he’d knelt and pulled down my panties the way he looked at me, and called me
gorgeous and said dirty words made me realize how much I’ve been missing.
I swallowed, my face hot, and he leaned in, his mouth finding me, his tongue sliding against my
clit, licking up my juices, making me gasp.
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His mouth on me, and his tongue working my ct, made my mind race.
My hands twisted against the belt, wanting to touch him, but the restraint made everything
more intense.
I can’t touch him, just feel.
Oh God, this feels incredible.
Every lick on my pussy, every suck on my clit sends shocks through me.
“Tristan,” I moaned, my hips moving against his mouth, needing more.
He pulled back, just enough to look at me, his lips wet with my pussy juice, his eyes burning. “Beg for it,” he said, his voice firm, “tell me what you want, you dirty little slut.”
His dirty description surprised me, but my body loved it, my pussy gushed, my asshole puckered
and my tits ached to be touched.
“I want you,” I said, my voice shaking, “I want you to fuck me, spank me, make me yours.”
He’s in control, and I love giving it to him.
He groaned, then stood, towering over me, and grabbed my hips, flipping me over so I was on
my knees.
My face was against the sheets, my ass in the ail, with my pussy exposed and dripping.
This position is so exposed, but with him, it’s safe and exciting.
I felt his hand on my back, holding me down, and then a sharp smack landed on my ass cheek.
The sting made me gasp, but it melted into hea making me push back against him.
Yes, this is what I wanted, the mix of pain and leasure.
“You like that, having your ass spanked red?” he asked, his voice low, as he rubbed the spot he’d hit, his fingers dipping close to my asshole.
“Yes,” I said, my voice muffled, “more, please, spank my ass harder.”
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He spanked me again, harder, on the other cheek, and I moaned. The mix of pain and pleasure
making my head spin, my pussy clenching empty.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
