I lean my head back against the couch and close my eyes, loving the feel of her mouth on me. Her pussy and her mouth are both exquisite, and just from the little bit I’ve had of her so far, I’m not sure how I’m going to let her go in a month.
I’ve always gravitated to slutty girls with loud voices, trashy pasts and zero morals. They are willing to do anything I tell them to, not caring if it’s going to hurt or humiliate them. Deep down, they just want attention, so they let me use them. Tabi isn’t like that. She’s sweet, classy and thoughtful. Getting her to do slutty things just for me is a turn on. I like corrupting her innocence, and then seeing it renew itself so I can do it all over again.
She grips the base of my cock with one hand while she sucks me, her other hand moving up my leg, over my hip and stopping at my abs, splaying her fingers out over my muscles.
Suddenly her mouth and hands are gone. My eyes fly open and I turn to see her walking away, out of the room.
What the fuck?
I jump up and follow her. “Hey, where the hell are you going?”
I can’t believe this. No one has ever walked away from me during sex before.
She looks over her shoulder at me as I stalk her down the hallway to the bedroom. “How does it feel to be walked away from?”
This is a first, and not something I’m about to let go. She just pushed a button she shouldn’t have pushed.
I catch her easily and wrap my arms around her from behind, pinning her against me.
“You want to play?” I whisper in her ear. “Then let’s play.” I reach into the nightstand and pull out the long black nylon rope that I hid in there a long time ago, holding her to me with my other arm. In seconds I’ve got her hands tied expertly behind her back before she even realizes what’s going on. Once tied, I turn her around to face me.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demands. “Untie me.”
“Not a chance,” I say, nipping at her neck. “I was trying to go slow with you but you’ve made that impossible.” I kiss her mouth, licking her lips. I can taste myself on her. “I live for this, sweetheart. You don’t know it yet, but you need it.”
She tries to protest again but I quiet her by kissing her, my hand going up to her breast to gently pinch her nipple. She lets out a little cry.
“Now kneel,” I say.
She glares at me and doesn’t move.
“Don’t make me repeat myself. That will be the last time you ever tease me.”
“I’m sorry.” Her voice is shaky, and I think she’s probably afraid of me now, which is both good and bad.
“Show me.” I gently push her down until she’s kneeling in front of me, wobbling a little while she tries to balance herself.