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Just Amanda's words were enough to make Brandon lose control. Blood rushed through his body, heating him up like an overheated engine.
Amanda pulled Brandon's legs apart and knelt between them. Her fingernails raked across his torso with a force greater than mere affection, leaving a trail of heat and redness in their wake. Brandon groaned, about to prop himself up on his elbows to get a better look at his mistress.
"No." Amanda cut off his movement, pulling him by the knees and forcing him to lie back further. She continued her motion, lifting Brandon's legs off the bed.
"I want to try something," she said.
"What?" Brandon replied between a groan as he took another set of scratches on the inside of his thighs.
"A different position. Come on, grab your legs. That's it."
Brandon's knees had bent until they rested against his chest. He held his own thighs in one hand, putting him in an extremely vulnerable pose.
A fleeting moment of insecurity washed over him as he tried to understand what Amanda had planned.
But the feeling passed quickly. He trusted her and, with his anticipation of finally achieving an orgasm, nothing would make him back down now.
With his hips up in the air, Brandon felt Amanda's hands wrap around his member, stroking it briefly before letting saliva drip from her mouth to lubricate him.
"Isa stole my bracelet idea, so it’s only fair I steal one of hers, too.
” Amanda stood up, rising to her feet on the bed.
Lying there with his legs bent up and his head almost between his thighs, Brandon had a downright monumental view of the blonde.
She towered over him, tall, stunning, and wearing that mischievous smile again.
"But surely this isn't her style. She's too soft on you. "
"What?" Brandon asked.
"Mistress." Amanda's hands wrapped around his ankles, lifting them off the bed and forcing his hips a little higher. "Are you so eager to come that you've lost your manners?"
Brandon corrected himself, "What, Mistress?"
"Hmmm... Amazon position or something like that," Amanda said, her hands still holding Brandon's knees in place. "But do you want me to explain or get inside me now?"
Brandon started to mumble something, but Amanda was already bending down, rubbing her crotch against him.
Every inch she drew closer made her weight pin him down further.
When she finally pressed herself fully against him, Brandon was trapped.
Her torso prevented him from lowering his legs, her thighs supporting his lower back.
Blood began to drain from his feet, and he felt his legs weaken.
It was all intentional, part of the domination, a reminder that he was completely at Amanda's mercy... exactly how he liked it.
Any discomfort disappeared when Amanda took him in hand and guided him inside her. Brandon's desire surged as he felt her warm, wet body enveloping him. She controlled the pace, using it to tease him even more, descending slowly until she was fully seated.
As Amanda leaned forward, her face close to Brandon's, he felt her weight pushing down on him further. His member, angled for entry into Amanda, threatened to slip out and return to its resting position.
"Uncomfortable, darling?" Amanda asked, starting to bounce, stimulating Brandon inside her. Of course, he wouldn't want her to stop now.
"Not at all, Mistress," Brandon replied.
"Good for you, cause I'm only going to get off you when you give me everything you've been holding back these weeks."
She increased the pace, up and down, mimicking his own thrusts if they were in a different position. The roles were reversed in this pose, giving Amanda all control—not that she didn't already have complete control over Brandon's body and his feelings.
"Go on, come hard for me," she said, increasing her pace further. "Go as deep into your mistress as you can."
Faster...
"Obey. Aren't you a good boy?"
Stronger...
"Do you need more?"
Faster...
"More?"
Stronger...
"Give it to me," Amanda commanded.
Brandon reached his limit. Amanda's movements didn't stop; her hands holding his ankles swung in time with the rhythm she kept as she rode him, stimulating him, pressing his knees against his chest even harder.
Brandon could only see the imposing figure of his owner above him.
Her breasts bounced, piercings glinting under the moonlight filtering through the window.
Sweat dripped from him despite Amanda's control over their movement.
He could feel her heartbeat pulsing in his own legs along with the rushing blood in his veins.
When Brandon finally came, spewing inside Amanda, he could feel all the pent-up desire, all the lust he'd accumulated for weeks filling her up.
She received him eagerly, with a hungry need.
She was also craving that and the involuntary contractions squeezing Brandon's cock were proof of it.
Brandon pulsed too, expelling more and more seed into his owner.
It felt so good it almost hurt. He felt his member so sensitive that any slight movement would make him whimper.
The wait was over.
The orgasm prolonged everything, making all senses blended together.
He could taste Amanda on his lips from their kisses, his vision blurry, and her perfume swirling inside his head.
He would never forget that smell. Then he remembered having legs, being inside Amanda, still spilling and pulsing. He remembered hearing Amanda's moans.
God...If I went now, I'd be satisfied.
The thought swirled through his mind in a whirlwind, but another part of his consciousness chuckled at the notion without disagreeing.
The frustration of weeks' worth of denied orgasms had given Brandon the most intense climax of his life.
So yes, if he were to leave now, he would indeed be satisfied.
But Amanda leaned in and kissed him, still holding him inside her. The kiss was sweet and wet. Her hair tickled his face and brought another thought. I'd be satisfied, but I don't want to go now. I want to stay here with Amanda and Isa forever.
"I love you," Brandon's voice came out as a murmur between heavy breathing.
"I love you too, Brandon," Amanda moved her hips slightly, stimulating the still-pulsing erection inside her. "How could I not love a good boy like you?"