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  “I’m glad we agree. Because I’m going to fuck you tonight and you’re going to scream with pleasure. That tight little cunt of yours is going to be pounded.” He said it so casually that I wondered if he was joking for a minute.

  But he wasn’t.

  My pussy came alive as I clenched my legs together for some relief to the throbbing. “Good to know,” I replied as I took my last mouthful of pudding.

  He gave a satisfied smirk before downing the last of his red wine. He stood and held his hand out for me to take. I placed my hand in his and allowed him to lead me inside.

  Every nerve inside me was alert and jumping with anticipation. His promise to fuck me hard was all I could think about. I wanted him to own my body; I needed his cock inside me.

  He led me through the mansion and upstairs. “Are you a virgin, Carly?” he asked as we walked.

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Good. I’m going to give you a work out tonight and I’ve got a big cock.”

  We reached his bedroom, one of the rooms that we didn’t explore on his previous tour. It was a massive room with painted green walls and a huge bed. Everything looked like it belonged, except the handcuffs hanging from the bedhead. “Handcuffs?”

  He sat on the bed and pulled me on top of him. “I like to have sex my way. Sometimes that involves handcuffs. Other times I use different restraints, whips, nipple clamps, dildos, and toys. Do you have a problem with that?”

  I’d never experimented with any of those things before. The thought was enough to make me wet and wanting below. “I think I would enjoy that.”

  “Good. Let’s start with the handcuffs. Take off your clothes. All of them. And I hope you’re not wearing sensible panties this time.”

  I was glad that I had changed at the last minute. He watched me disrobe and smiled when he saw my panties. I took them off and twirled them around my finger. “Does lace work for you?”

  He grabbed them from me and made a show of inspecting them. “Lace will work. I also enjoy leather. The less fabric, the better.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  He tugged me toward him so I stood between his legs. His hands slid over my body until they settled on my ass. He squeezed the soft flesh and earned a moan of approval. “You’re still dressed,” I pointed out.

  “I told you, Carly. I do things my way. When I want to do things.” His commanding tone told me he wasn’t to be argued with. It made me want to obey everything he said.

  He picked me up and placed me on the bed. He kissed me until I was lying down in the middle. He then took my right wrist and pulled it up to reach the handcuff. He secured it snuggly and then did the same with the other wrist.

  Then, he took off his clothes. He did it slowly, making every button into a show. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was like my own private strip show and Michael had the body of a god.

  His chest was rippled with abs that went beyond a six pack. He was in his early forties but his body was that of a much younger man. If it wasn’t for the flecks of gray in his hair, I would have placed him closer to my age than my father’s.

  He may have looked young, but everything else about him oozed experience and sophistication. His suit probably cost more than my car and his five o-clock shadow looked perfectly groomed.

  The real show started when he took his pants off. I’d seen a hint of his cock through his trunks but I was not prepared for the giant girth when he took them off. His cock was already hard and hanging out from his body. I licked my lips at the thought of sucking on the head.

  “Do you want my cock, Carly?” I nodded eagerly. “You want me to pound you with it? Tell me what you want.”

  I swallowed to get some moisture back in my mouth. “I want you to pound me with your cock.”

  “I want to give you everything you desire, baby. Now open your legs as wide as they will go.”

  The direction was easy to follow as I spread my legs for him. He climbed onto the bed like he was a stalking tiger. He made me wait for him, the anticipation building. My pussy dripped with desire, more than ready to be filled by him.

  Michael kissed up my legs, his lips brushing past my clit as it peeked out through the hood. He continued up over my belly before sucking on both my nipples in turn. I was all his, he could touch any part of me and I would gladly submit to him.

  Our lips collided in a cyclone of desire. His tongue danced with mine as his hands slid over my body. His fingers pinched my nipple and sent a bolt of lightning shooting through me. He knew exactly where to touch to give me the most amount of pleasure.

  His hips leaned onto mine. His cock pressed against my slit so that I could feel the full weight of it. He was hot and throbbing, more than ready to fuck me into oblivion. I wanted to wrap my legs around him and hold him against me but I wasn’t sure if that was allowed. Michael was the one in charge here, not me. I would follow all his directions. He knew what would be best for us.

  “Your body is gorgeous, Carly,” Michael whispered against my skin. “So damn sexy. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

  “I’ve been fantasizing about you too,” I admitted.

  “No more waiting.”

  His cock plunging into my entrance. I gasped with the sudden movement and my walls stretched to take him in until he was buried balls-deep. He ground his hips against mine with no holds barred. It was very clear that he was claiming me.

  And I wanted him to have me. All of me.

  Our bodies worked together as he thrust in and out of my pussy. I clenched down every time he withdrew, holding onto him to feel the wonderful friction. I’d never been so filled before and now I understood why size did matter.

  He kissed my neck while he groaned in satisfaction. Every little touch made a tingle of lightning pound underneath the skin. He was bringing me to life and letting me experience wonders I’d never thought were possible. I never knew sex could be like this.

  The fact my wrists were cuffed to the bed made everything that much naughtier. I had given control to Michael and I trusted him to use it wisely. There was nothing I feared from the man; he wouldn’t take advantage of that control and I knew it with all my heart.

  As our bodies writhed together in supreme ecstasy, his hand moved from my nipple to my clit. He worked it just the same, pinching and nipping the delicate bundle of nerves. It ramped up my pleasure to unsustainable levels. It was heaven on earth.

  I thought his mouth was sexual heroine, but his cock was made of magic. With his hand pinching at my clit, he sent me flying over the edge and plunging into the orgasm. His cock pushed into me as his grunting came to a crescendo. He found his own climax only moments after I did.

  My skin was on fire and so sensitive I could feel everything from Michael’s beating heart to the softness of the sheets. He wrapped his body around mine and held on while we were still connected by his cock.

  I couldn’t think of anything as the sweet bliss ran its course around my bloodstream. It felt like everything in the world was wonderful and beautiful. Surely nothing could be better than this feeling. It was akin to being on a drug trip, except lust and desire were my drugs of choice. Michael did things to my body and mind that I never wanted to give up.

  None of the fantasies I’d had about him could hold a spark against the real thing. He was so much better than I had daydreamed about. The fact that it was a secret affair made it that much sexier.

  “We’re going to be doing this a lot,” he growled before kissing me. He grinned and rolled next to me. I wanted to hug him but I couldn’t move because of the cuffs.

  Little lightning sparks were still crackling in my clit as I took a few deep breaths. “It was amazing.”

  He reached up and uncuffed my wrists, rubbing the areas that were red from the friction. I cupped his face between my hands and kissed him. Our mouths collided as my pussy perked up again. He was making me horny again just moments after our coupling.
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  He settled beside me. “Did you enjoy the cuffs?”

  I nodded. “They made it feel different. Better, I think.”

  “Come with me,” he ordered. He sat up and strode away from the bed. His naked ass was glorious to watch. I was mesmerized by it. My fingers itched to pinch it even more when he didn’t have any clothes on.

  I hurried to catch up with him, obeying his order. He went to a door that I assumed went into a bathroom. But when he opened it, there was another bedroom. “This is my playroom.”

  He gestured around the room as if he were a game show host. At first glance you might think it was just an ordinary bedroom. However, looking closer, I could see the adornments on the wall were various whips and canes. The artworks were paintings of women in various sexual poses, splashes of ecstasy on their faces.

  Michael opened the draws of a bureau so I could see inside. There were more sex toys stashed away than in an adult store. I could only guess what most of them did. The only items I recognized and could name were the dildos. At least I understood those items.

  The bed was unlike any I’d seen. Chains and restraints were fixed to both the head and the end. It looked like an instrument of torture instead of pleasure. A black satin sheet covered the mattress.

  I was overwhelmed by everything in the room. Leaning against the wall for support, I tried to take it all in. “This is what I enjoy, Carly. I’m a dominant. I like having full control over the women I’m with.”

  “How many women have you been with in this room?”

  “Just two others before you.” That was far fewer than I was expecting. With this amount of investment, I had expected dozens or even hundreds. “I want to play in here with you. Nobody else.”

  “Why me?” I wished we weren’t having this conversation completely naked. I felt too exposed and vulnerable.

  He brushed the hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear. “Because you’re beautiful and irresistible. As soon as I saw you yesterday I knew you were all I wanted.”

  His eyes were open and honest. I could see through to his soul through his baby blues. “This is all a lot to take in.” I’d known him for years and never would have guessed he had a room like this. I wondered if my father knew and then instantly wished I hadn’t brought on that thought.

  “We can go slowly. I can introduce you to everything in your own time. But, Carly, I need to play in here. This is my release.”

  If I wanted Michael, I would have to accept his sexual preferences. When I thought about it like that, the decision became easier. “I want to learn how to be your submissive.”

  A grin spread across his face, “good.”

  I hoped I was making the right decision.

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