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Authors: Ashley Spector
Tags: BDSM, domination, Billionaire, billionaire romance, billionaire sex, handcuffs, bdsm love, secret billionaire, bdsm sex, domineering, romance for women
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with my free hand and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him in time to the movements of my lips up and down his shaft, running my tongue and thumb along the length of him underneath. I teased his head with my tongue, willing more of his precum to flow into my mouth.
Michael’s hips began to buck, and I heard him groan with pleasure, one of his hands moving into my hair. He didn’t quite stroke but ran his fingers through the strands, tightening his grip close to my scalp. I moaned around him, feeling the vibration in my throat and along my lips, and he moaned out loud, his hips moving faster. Even in the context of a perverted prison guard, he was careful not to hurt me, taking his pleasure in restraint. I let go of his cock and slipped my hand down between my legs, my fingers slipping along the folds of my pussy and finding my clit. I rubbed myself as I took Michael with my mouth, trying to give him as much pleasure as I could. I almost stopped short when I felt Michael’s hand against my face, slapping me just enough to get my attention. “You’re not here to get yourself off, Solly.” I felt my cheeks darken with a flush and withdrew my hand, reaching up to take the base of his cock once more. “Open your eyes.” I obeyed, looking up at Michael’s face. He began to thrust more quickly, more deeply into my mouth, moaning with every few passes of my lips and tongue over his dick.
It was difficult to keep my eyes open, to keep looking up at the pleasure on Michael’s face, and neither pleasure myself nor get distracted from my task. I was both relieved and disappointed when his precum began to flow more freely, his cock beginning to twitch between my lips as he approached his orgasm. He moaned out loud, gripping the bedpost and thrusting fast and hard into my mouth. I almost choked as his cum began to flood my mouth, filling it with sticky, salt-sweet heat. I swallowed instinctively, trying to time my swallowing with the waves of cum that gushed across my tongue. Finally, he pulled out, taking a step back to catch his breath as I stayed on the ground, in a haze of desire, need, and anticipation, the taste of him rich and full in my mouth.
After several moments, Michael had recovered, and began to arrange his clothes, tucking away his cock and quickly regaining his stony composure. He unlocked the handcuff from the bed, attaching it to my other wrist. He stood me up and draped a throw over my shoulders, guiding me to the French doors leading to the balcony. “Sit.” I fumbled my way onto the floor, clumsy with my hands bound in front of me. He took a cigarette out of the pack and put it to my lips, lighting it in a quick movement. The taste of the smoke mingled with the flavor of his cum as I inhaled, bringing both hands up to take the cigarette between my fingers. Michael watched me as I smoked, trying to keep the blanket covering me from any outside stares. He reached out and pulled it open carefully, leaving me exposed to his gaze, while still covered to the outside world. When I’d smoked the cigarette down almost to the filter, he snatched it away, stepping out onto the balcony and stubbing it out before returning.
“Stand up, Solly.” I got up clumsily, trying to keep the blanket from falling off, and Michael jerked it away from my body, landing a hard slap across my ass. “To the bed.” I stumbled, walking in that direction and stopping as I reached the bedposts. I turned to face him; the handcuffs were tight against my wrists, the chain between them small. I felt vulnerable, my whole body on display, unable to defend myself. Michael sneered at me, seeming to enjoy my discomfort. “If you want privileges, you are going to have to earn them, is that understood?” I nodded slowly.
“Yes sir.” Michael kicked my ankles apart, reaching up between my legs and rubbing my pussy roughly. He cupped me, one of his fingers brushing against my asshole so that I
Michael’s hips began to buck, and I heard him groan with pleasure, one of his hands moving into my hair. He didn’t quite stroke but ran his fingers through the strands, tightening his grip close to my scalp. I moaned around him, feeling the vibration in my throat and along my lips, and he moaned out loud, his hips moving faster. Even in the context of a perverted prison guard, he was careful not to hurt me, taking his pleasure in restraint. I let go of his cock and slipped my hand down between my legs, my fingers slipping along the folds of my pussy and finding my clit. I rubbed myself as I took Michael with my mouth, trying to give him as much pleasure as I could. I almost stopped short when I felt Michael’s hand against my face, slapping me just enough to get my attention. “You’re not here to get yourself off, Solly.” I felt my cheeks darken with a flush and withdrew my hand, reaching up to take the base of his cock once more. “Open your eyes.” I obeyed, looking up at Michael’s face. He began to thrust more quickly, more deeply into my mouth, moaning with every few passes of my lips and tongue over his dick.
It was difficult to keep my eyes open, to keep looking up at the pleasure on Michael’s face, and neither pleasure myself nor get distracted from my task. I was both relieved and disappointed when his precum began to flow more freely, his cock beginning to twitch between my lips as he approached his orgasm. He moaned out loud, gripping the bedpost and thrusting fast and hard into my mouth. I almost choked as his cum began to flood my mouth, filling it with sticky, salt-sweet heat. I swallowed instinctively, trying to time my swallowing with the waves of cum that gushed across my tongue. Finally, he pulled out, taking a step back to catch his breath as I stayed on the ground, in a haze of desire, need, and anticipation, the taste of him rich and full in my mouth.
After several moments, Michael had recovered, and began to arrange his clothes, tucking away his cock and quickly regaining his stony composure. He unlocked the handcuff from the bed, attaching it to my other wrist. He stood me up and draped a throw over my shoulders, guiding me to the French doors leading to the balcony. “Sit.” I fumbled my way onto the floor, clumsy with my hands bound in front of me. He took a cigarette out of the pack and put it to my lips, lighting it in a quick movement. The taste of the smoke mingled with the flavor of his cum as I inhaled, bringing both hands up to take the cigarette between my fingers. Michael watched me as I smoked, trying to keep the blanket covering me from any outside stares. He reached out and pulled it open carefully, leaving me exposed to his gaze, while still covered to the outside world. When I’d smoked the cigarette down almost to the filter, he snatched it away, stepping out onto the balcony and stubbing it out before returning.
“Stand up, Solly.” I got up clumsily, trying to keep the blanket from falling off, and Michael jerked it away from my body, landing a hard slap across my ass. “To the bed.” I stumbled, walking in that direction and stopping as I reached the bedposts. I turned to face him; the handcuffs were tight against my wrists, the chain between them small. I felt vulnerable, my whole body on display, unable to defend myself. Michael sneered at me, seeming to enjoy my discomfort. “If you want privileges, you are going to have to earn them, is that understood?” I nodded slowly.
“Yes sir.” Michael kicked my ankles apart, reaching up between my legs and rubbing my pussy roughly. He cupped me, one of his fingers brushing against my asshole so that I
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