with that belt and the devilish shit running through my head appeared to turn him on more than I’d assumed it would. Matted hair, limp body, and unfocused gaze be damned. The realization that I was turning him on brought instant heat, recharging my hormones.
“What are you going to do with that belt, Patrena?”
I didn’t answer. I simply flashed a smile before I stood, took a step closer, and peered intensely into his gaze. With a wave of my finger, I called him down. He drew close enough for his breath to dance over me, and I reveled in the warmth.
“You didn’t think I would let you have all the fun, did you?” I whispered. “I want to know what it’s like to have my commands followed and surprise you with the clever little punishments I’d like to bless you with.”
His pupils were dilating before my eyes and the smile easing onto his face barely tilted his lips. He swallowed hard. His gazed dropped to my hand now pressing into his chest and nudging him back. He backed until he was standing inches from the wall.
Since I had the belt, he turned his wrists upward, assuming I would bind his wrists together. I shook my head in the negative before lifting the belt and looping it over his head. I was about to collar his sexy ass, saddle up, and ride him like the cowgirl I had always wanted to be.
Once I had the belt around his neck, I proceeded to buckling the front, not tight like a noose, but with enough play to grip it on either side. Since we weren’t going to need the hanging tail, I spun it so that it disappeared behind his back. His face was squinted in confusion about my intentions.
“From the first moment I climbed onto your back in those woods, all I could think about was climbing you again. You felt so fucking good against me that I had all sorts of sex dreams about climbing onto your body and taking what I wanted.”
My words were turning him on based on the way his dick had lifted a notch and appeared to be pointing at my pussy.
“Place your back against the wall,” I ordered, assisting him by pushing against his chest until he met the wall.
The man was a model sculpted from one of my wildest fantasies, wearing only his belt. The black leather of it gleamed against the light, waiting for me to grip it. Was this how it always was with someone you dreamed about fucking?
I repositioned him, making him plant his shoulders against the wall with a gentle shove before I placed my fingers behind his knees and tugged to lower his towering body to my level. The position allowed his legs to spread so his dick stood like a dark pink rocket about to lift off. He bent enough that his thighs formed a place of comfort for when I climbed on.
Every place I caressed had his muscles flexing. Seeing him shiver was the reaction that fed my confidence and let me know that he was all in. Once I was satisfied with how I had placed him, I glanced up into his lovely, lust-heavy eyes.
“You break position, you don’t get to cum.”
My promise caused him to swallow hard, and the level of desire of this game had me dripping and pulsing before I’d even made full contact with him. The cool air kissed my wet pussy when I bent at the waist and leaned down until I was able to place a tender kiss to the crown of his dick. I was being tender now because my hyped-up sex drive had me ready to ride his dick raw.
I gripped the belt to pull myself up and the feeling of it clenched tight in my fist sent a sick thrill through me. I planted my other hand around his tight bicep to assist in my climb. All of that hot, hard, flesh sliding against me had me jittery and had my pussy clenching like she was down there releasing the excitement of knowing that I was about to participate in a fantasy of erotic thrills.
Once I had my hips draped over his hard flexing ones, I gripped the belt on each side, loving how my fingers were pressed into the warmth of his neck, now taunt from my weight. The sweet tension in his body made his dick grow intensely hard. His hands had automatically lifted to cup