Chapter 16
LUC
Kylie was an inferno, her body heat soaking through my pores as I slowly opened my eyes the following morning. She stirred, and we’d somehow ended up back in a spoon where we’d slept the remainder of the night.
One brush of her ass against me, and my cock was awake and more than ready.
I loved a good morning session but worried that she might be sore after last night.
I lazily traced my fingers up and down her hips and then back up her inner thigh.
Her breath gave a little hitch as my fingers approached her center, and she opened her legs, providing access.
“Mhmm,” I groaned in her ear. “You’re awake.”
“So are you,” she said, with an answering shimmy against my growing erection.
“Are you sore?” I asked.
“I’m good,” she answered with a sigh.
“Remember your safeword?” I asked.
Kylie flipped on her back, eyes wide, a playful glimmer in her eyes. Shit, she was fucking perfect.
“Green, yellow, and red.”
“And if your mouth is full?” I asked, and she bit her fucking lip, squirming on the bed.
She snapped her fingers, looking at me, eyes wide, almost innocent.
“Does that work?”
“Kylie, you’re such a good girl. Now, get that T-shirt off, get on your knees, and place your hands on the headboard.”
While she followed directions, I left her waiting and grabbed two ties from my closet. I returned and carefully wrapped the ties securely around her wrists before fastening them to the rings that were discreetly hidden in the headboard. Oh, perfect time to christen the new bed.
She grunted as the bindings held her firmly to the headboard. I set two foil wrappers within reach, showing her where they were and reassuring her that I would be using a condom.
“Spread those gorgeous legs,” I said, and she moved her knees further apart. She was careful to find a spot to avoid her knee. “Is this okay on your knee?”
“Yes, the bed is padded. It’s okay.”
And that’s all I needed to hear as I caught her mouth in a searing kiss. It was warm as she responded to me as forcefully as I took her lips.
I kneeled behind her on the bed, and she tried to turn and watch me, pulling at the bindings.
“Eyes forward, or I’ll blindfold you.”
Her head flipped forward immediately, my hands pulling her flush against me, the head of my cock making contact with her clit, her answering hiss as a reward for my efforts.
My hands reached around her, and cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her sensitive nipples before rolling them between my fingers. Her back arched, and her breathing came quicker as she tried to work herself against my cock.
“Be still,” I said, pulling my hips back, eliminating the contact between us.
She pulled at the bindings, “Luc, please,” she sighed.
“Who is in control right now?” I demanded.
“You are,” she answered immediately and without hesitation.
I reward her by running my fingers down her torso, teasing her inner thigh before using the pad of my fingers to circle her swollen clit. Her head hung down as she rocked against my hand, and a low moan tore out of her.
As I felt the telltale shake of her legs, I pulled my finger away before she could come.
“Luc!” she gasped, her frustration evident.
“I spoiled you last night, sweet girl. I’ll tell you when you can come, got it?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Yes, what?” I asked. Rolling her nipples once more, eliciting another whimper from her.
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmm, that’s my girl.”
I pressed the head of my cock against her clit once again, the slick folds hot against my skin. I caught her glance at the condoms as she stiffened in my arms.
“I promise, no penetration without a condom on. Do you want me to put it on now?”
“It’s okay. You can wait. I trust you.”
I began to stroke her, sliding back and forth until she was again trembling and on the edge. When I pulled back, she whined.
“Please,” she said, her head now resting on the headboard, her entire body a quivering mess.
“Please, what? What do you need?” I asked, sliding one finger inside her. “Is this what you want?”
She groaned painfully.
“Kylie, I’ve only brought you to the edge twice. Are you telling me you’re already this close to breaking?”
I slowly thrust a single digit in and out of her, feeling her tight walls as they attempted to grip me, needing more than what I offered.
“More, please,” her voice shook, raspy.
And when she tried to rock against my hand, I stilled. “Move again, and I’ll stop, Kylie. Not only will I not let you come this morning, but I won’t let you touch yourself until I see you again.”
Her arms started to shake as she forced herself to be still, her sharp cry piercing through me as I withdrew my finger, reaching for one of the foil packets, tearing it open, and rolling it over my cock.
As I notched myself at her entrance, I asked her again, “What do you want?”
“Please fuck me, sir.”
As she finished her request, I drove home, burying myself deep inside her. Her back arched as she adjusted to me, fuck she was tight.
“Is that what you wanted?”
“Mmhmm,” she moaned in response.
“Kylie, use your words. Unless you’re gagged or your mouth is full of my cock, I need you to answer me.”
“Yes, sir.”
And then I began to move, holding her hips still as I controlled the pace, working her right up to the edge once more before pulling out almost completely.
“When are you allowed to come?” I asked.
“When you tell me, I can,” she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Such a good girl,” I said, slamming into her. This time, I kept going until I felt her pulsing around me, her orgasm causing her entire body to go rigid.
I followed right behind her, pulling out and discarding the condom before sliding under her hips and pulling her center to my mouth. Her eyes went wide when my mouth closed over her sensitive clit. Her body jerked, overstimulated, and far too sensitive for the continued assault of my mouth.
Her thighs squeezed my face as she came again, a constant train of unintelligible pleas. “Please, Luc, Oh my God. Enough,” she cried, tossing back her head once more as she came again and tried to back her hips away from my mouth and tongue.
I stilled my mouth and tongue, eyes searching for hers. Her golden eyes were wide as she stared down at me.
“Who decides when you come, baby?”
“You do.”
“That’s right. Right now, give me one more, and you can ride my face. Okay?”
Fuck me, she did. As she rode my face, my cock thickened once again. I fisted myself, jerking off to her taste, her sweet musk, and her unabashed lust as she worked to find her release.
I came hard just before she went over the edge.
And when she pulled back this time, I let her.
When I slid out from under her, I immediately released her bound hands, pulling her into my arms. Her body started trembling as the adrenaline from our play wore off.
I held her until she stopped shaking, kissing her forehead and brushing her hair out of her face.
“Come on, baby. Let’s clean up,” I said and scooped her up, carrying her into the shower.
“I can’t believe you just picked me up and tossed me around. I’m not even a little girl,” she said as I set her on her feet.
“You’re fucking perfect.”