Give Me a Chance (BYC #2)

32. Matt

32

MATT

M y heart is beating out of my chest, nerves wreaking havoc on me. I thought this was a good idea, but now, I’m not so sure.

I clear my throat one again. “I want you to be able to trust me. And for that to happen, I need to show you I trust you...completely. So, our show tonight is up to you. I’m at your mercy. You’re the one holding all the power when it comes to me. You always were.”

She stares at me dumbfounded before her face stretches into a gorgeous smile. Her eyes turn dark, and relief floods me. She likes the idea.

“And the dinner part? Are you my dinner?” Her finger makes its way down my chest, directing the blood to my cock.

“Umm, if you want me to be. But we’ll eat dinner here later. Or before, if you’re hungry.” Fuck, I’m the one who planned all this, but with her watching me like prey, I’m not so confident.

“Oh, I’m hungry.” She licks her lips, and my cock is officially rock hard.

Pushing me back to sit on the bed, she presses her lips to mine, and I’m done for. My hands find their way into her hair as our tongues battle in a delicious rhythm. She pushes me away from her lips, giving me whiplash before starting to unbutton my shirt. My breath’s erratic while she undresses me, and not before long, I’m left in only my boxers.

“These will have to go, too,” she says, and I help her get me out of them.

She appraises me slowly, with hunger in her eyes. This is the girl I know. This is the girl I’ve fell in love with. The one that sees what she likes and takes it, making no apologies for it.

“Whatever I want?” she asks.

“Whatever you want.”

She takes the rope and studies it in her hands. Unspooling it, she grabs both of my arms, tying the two wrists together. The knot is messy and unsolid, but the message is clear. She wants me to keep my hands to myself.

“Down.” She points to the floor, and I drop to my knees before her.

Hiking her short dress up, she shimmies out of her black panties, throwing them on the bed. She approaches me, guiding me to her center, and I inhale her scent deeply, letting out a moan.

“Lick,” she commands, and my cock bobs between my legs. My tongue connects to her already wet pussy as I make my way from her slit to her clit. I’m missing the use of my hands, but she takes care of it holding me by my hair and directing me. Her heels make her a perfect height to ride my face, and being an object she uses to get off gets me even harder.

She moans and whimpers, and my own moans join as her scent overwhelms me. Her face contorts with pleasure while I suck and nip at her clit before thrusting my tongue into her slit.

“Fuck, Matt! Yes!” Her grip on my hair gets painful as her moans get louder, spurring me on.

On shaky legs, she rides my face to the edge, and when she falls over it, I lick her through it, cherishing every drop of her arousal before her body finally settles.

“Shit,” she says, a chuckle escaping her. I smirk when our gazes connect, arrogant about the way I made her come, but her own smirk is devilish in return.

“Don’t get cocky, baby. We’re far from done.” My bare cock twitches at her words, dripping with precum.

“Get up,” she tells me, her voice strict and confident. I scramble to my feet, making her smile before she pushes me back onto the bed.

Pushing my hands above my head, she grabs another spool of rope and ties my wrists to the bed frame.

“That OK?” she asks, watching me carefully.

I nod in response.

“What if I were to tie your legs, too?”

“Whatever you want, baby. You gave me a chance, and I’m here to give you anything.” Her eyes widen for a second before she schools her features.

She gets to work on tying my legs, each one to one of the bed posters. The knots are, once again, floppy, but I’m hers, rope or not.

“What’s your safe word?” she asks, making me laugh.

“What? You don’t think I could push you far enough for a safe word.” She pierces me with a glare.

“No. But I meant what I said. Whatever you want, I’m yours.”

“Then give me a safe word.”

“Red.” She nods, satisfied with my response.

She takes a step backward, before slowly unzipping her dress behind her back. That poor excuse of a dress has been driving me crazy since I picked her up. I was dying to get her out of it, but I guess I need to be grateful it’s coming off, one way or another.

She’s not wearing a bra underneath it, so her puckered nipples salute me as the dress pools at her feet. Her pussy glistens with arousal, still swollen from her previous orgasm.

“Fuck,” I groan, my cock bobbing in anticipation, dying for her to touch it. “This is torture.”

“This? I haven’t even started.” One side of her lips turns up, her eyes almost black.

“But I’m dying for another taste.” I test my luck.

“Sure.” She shrugs, and my cock twitches with excitement.

She gets up on the bed, my tongue straining for a taste of her tits that are just out of reach. Before I realize what’s happening, she grabs her discarded panties and throws them on top of my face.

“Here’s your taste.” I growl, although it’s not nearly enough. “Anything more, you will have to earn.”

She gets back down and searches the room, her perfect body tempting me with every step. My mind is screaming with lust, my breaths coming in short. I was ready for this. I wanted this, but I need to come so fucking bad.

From the dinner table, she takes the lit candle and turns to me.

“Anything?” she asks.

“Anything,” I respond with bated breath as she approaches, goddess of temptation and desire.

She lays a soft kiss on my lips, expanding my chest before a drop of scorching hot wax drops on it.

“Fuck.” My breath hitches.

“You wanted me in the power position, Mattie. You should have known better.” She teases, and I smile, regardless of the burn on my chest. It’s her, unapologetic and so fully herself, just as I love her.

Kneeling between my tied legs, she lowers her head near my cock before another drop of wax lands, on my stomach this time.

“Shhh,” I start to say but her tongue connects to my dick, licking it from the base to the tip, cutting off my ability to speak. My hips lift involuntarily, and she chuckles.

“Tsk-tsk,” she coos. “You need to earn it, remember?”

Three more drops of wax land on my body in quick succession, making me hiss out.

Her left hand grabs my cock, and she takes me to the back of her throat.

“Fuck, yes!” My hips lift again before a drop of wax lands way too close to my cock. “Aaah,” I gasp, and she smirks around my cock.

She starts sucking me, but each time I can’t keep calm, she burns me with the wax. Finally, she leaves the candle on the bedside table before sucking me so deep she gags. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I’m a second away from coming.

I guess she senses it too, because she grabs my balls harshly, cutting off my orgasm.

“Shit.” I hiss.

“You don’t get to come, until I tell you to,” she says, her lips still connected to my cock. “Clear?”

I nod, my chest now slick with sweat.

“You haven’t earned your orgasm yet, but I think I’ve earned another one.”

She stalks me like a wildcat, climbing on top of me.

“This cock is so fucking addictive; I need it inside of me right now.” She angles herself on top of me, before sliding down, taking my whole length inside of her.

“Natalie, fuck.” Breath escapes me as she rides me with fervor. Her soaked cunt grips my cock, and I do my best to hold off.

“Fuck, you’re so big, so hard.” She moans, riding me, her nails digging into my chest. Her words don’t help one bit, pushing me too close to the edge.

“I can’t, I’m going to come,” I groan, and she lifts up.

“Not yet.” She smirks.

“Fuck, you’re going to pay for this.” I chuckle, trying to catch my breath.

“Oh, yeah? You’re going to punish me?”

“So bad, baby. So bad.”

“Too bad you can’t do nothing now.” She shrugs, a playful smirk on her lips.

Getting up, she goes back to searching the room. A dresser sits beside the bed, and she opens the first drawer, checking its contents.

“Hmm,” she says, lifting a leather paddle before looking at me.

“Whatever you want,” I repeat.

In the second drawer, she finds something making her eyes light up. Lifting it up, she shows me a vibrator looking thing, still in its package and a small bottle of lube.

“Safe word?” she asks as she gets back on the bed and unties my legs.

My stomach lifts to my throat, but I swallow it down.

“Whatever, baby. I meant what I said. I’m yours.”

Her eyes connect to mine, surprise evident in them as she sucks in a breath.

“I trust you, Natalie. With my whole body.” Her eyes grow glassy.

“Come on, baby. I can’t wait to punish you for teasing me like this,” I continue.

“You’d really do that, wouldn’t you?” she asks, her expression puzzled.

“I told you. I’m yours.”