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Marcus jumped up so fast he nearly knocked her over. He moved like a man possessed, yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere across the room. His hands went to his belt, unbuckling it with fumbling fingers before shoving his trousers and boxer briefs down in one motion. He kicked them off and climbed back onto the bed, laying down exactly where he’d been before.
Elara just smiled, watching him with obvious amusement. “Eager, are we?”
“You have no idea.”
She climbed onto the bed after him, straddling his waist. Her thighs pressed against his sides, and he could feel the heat of her pussy just inches from his dick. The proximity was torture.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I’m in charge today.”
Marcus’s breath caught. He loved it when a woman took control, loved when she dominated him and did all the work. But he never asked for it, never wanted to make them uncomfortable or feel like they had to perform. So Elara offering it herself, taking charge without him having to say a word, was absolute gold.
His hands moved to her hips instinctively, but she pushed them away gently.
“Do you trust me?” she asked, pulling back to look him in the eyes.
“Of course I do.”
“Good.”
Elara climbed off him and walked over to her closet. She knelt down and reached into the back, pulling out a box that Marcus hadn’t seen before. She carried it back to the bed, and when she opened it, his eyes went wide.
Sex toys. A whole collection of them. Handcuffs, blindfolds, vibrators, things he couldn’t even name. He’d never taken Elara as the type of girl who was into this stuff, but clearly, he’d been wrong. And he loved it. He loved it even more knowing they shared this interest.
She pulled out a pair of handcuffs, the metal glinting in the low light of the bedroom. “Give me your hands.”
Marcus held out both wrists without hesitation.
Elara secured one cuff around his left wrist, then guided his arm up toward the headboard. She threaded the chain through one of the decorative metal bars, then cuffed his right wrist. He was completely restrained now, arms stretched above his head, unable to touch her even if he wanted to.
“I want to do all the work,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Without you moving. Can you do that for -me?”
“Yes.”
“Good boy.”
She walked back to her closet and pulled something else out. When she turned around, Marcus’s jaw
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It was a nurse outfit. But not the kind you’d see in an actual hospital. This was the fantasy version, the kind that existed purely for moments like this. It was white with a red cross on the chest, but it was obscenely short, barely reaching past her waist. Her ass cheeks were visible beneath the hem, and the V-neck plunged so low her breasts were practically spilling out.
She pulled it on over her head, adjusting it so everything was positioned just right. Then she turned to face him, hands on her hips.
“What do you think, doctor?”
“Jesus Christ, El.”
She smiled and crawled onto the bed, moving with deliberate slowness. Her hands and knees pressed into the mattress as she made her way down his body, her eyes locked on his the entire time. When she reached his dick, already hard and waiting, she stopped.
She licked her lips, slow and deliberate. Marcus followed the movement, his jaw clenching so hard a vein appeared in his forehead.
Then her mouth opened, her lips parting as she took him in.
“Fuck, Elara!” Marcus cried out the moment her warm mouth closed around him.
Her hands rested on his thighs at first, using them for balance as she adjusted to his size. Then one hand moved lower, cupping his balls and massaging them gently while the other wrapped around the base of his shaft, stroking in time with her mouth.
She took him deeper, inch by inch, and Marcus’s hips jerked up involuntarily. He wasn’t even halfway in yet, but the sensation was already overwhelming.
“Relax,” Elara said, pulling back with a smile. “I’ve got you.”
She went back to work, sucking him slowly, taking him inch by inch. Her tongue moved in ways that made his entire body tense, swirling and pressing against all the most sensitive spots.
“Fuck, just like that,” Marcus groaned.
She swirled her tongue around the swollen head before sinking down again, taking him even deeper than before. His dick pulsed against her tongue, hot and heavy and desperate.
“Goddamn, El, you feel so fucking good.”
Elara hummed in response, the vibration traveling through his entire body and making him curse. She bobbed her head faster now, increasing the rhythm, sucking harder. His thighs tensed, muscles fighting for control as he tried not to thrust up into her mouth.
“More,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Take it all.”
She tried. She really did. But he was too thick, and when she pushed herself too far, she gagged, pulling back slightly.
Marcus let out a ragged moan. “Jesus, El.”
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His hips started moving on their own, shallow thrusts that matched the rhythm of her mouth. But Elara placed her hands firmly on his thighs, pressing down to stop him.
“Stay still,” she commanded, pulling off him just long enough to speak. “I said I’m in charge.”
“Sorry.”
She went back to work, and every time she pulled back, she made sure to swirl her tongue over the tip, teasing the most sensitive part before sinking down again. The pattern was driving him insane, building tension in his body that had nowhere to go with his hands cuffed above his head.
His hips started moving again despite her warning, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. The muscles in his abdomen clenched, his breathing going ragged and uneven.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “I’m gonna come.”
Elara sucked harder, faster, desperate to push him over the edge. Her hand stroked his shaft in quick movements while her mouth worked the head, tongue pressing against that spot that made him see stars.
“Don’t stop,” Marcus growled, his entire body vibrating with tension, “Don’t fucking stop.”
A second later, he screamed her name as his orgasm hit. Hot spurts of cum filled her mouth, wave after
wave of it.
Elara swallowed instinctively, taking every drop.
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