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her bare thighs. She should have been terrified. Instead she was turned-on to the point of desperation.
“Sit down. Now.”
Not wanting to disobey him, she settled herself in the chair.
He hadn’t moved. He stood in front of her like a conquering god, arms crossed over his broad chest. A picture of control and restraint. He sported an erection and she wondered when he would finally let her see his cock.
“Rest your arms on the edges and hook your feet around the legs.”
She did as he asked. He moved to the workbench and picked up two lengths of rope. He began binding her wrists and feet to the chair. He pulled the length tight, wound intricate patterns. The straw material chafed on her skin but she was fascinated with watching him tie her. It was beautiful. A work of art.
A gush of cream oozed from her core. Her heavy, feminine scent filled the air. Dominic stepped back. He looked over his knots before inhaling. His control snapped. His eyes narrowed. He gripped a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth. Remember how you sucked the vibrator? You took it all the way down your throat. I want you to do that to me now.” He unbuckled his jeans, plunged down his zipper and lifted out his cock.
Chapter Nine
His cock jutted out, smooth and hard. The bulbous, plum-colored tip glistened with pre-cum and betrayed his desire.
Ruth’s body tightened, tingled. He was impressive. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her.
He gripped two handfuls of her hair and pulled her mouth level with his cock. “Open for me.”
She couldn’t deny his gruff command. She parted and he pushed the head against her lips, teasing her, rubbing his juices on her skin.
Ruth moaned. He tasted exactly as she’d imagined. Salty. Tangy. Like velvet wrapped in steel. She flattened her tongue and strained to suck him farther into her cavern.
He didn’t deny her request. He pushed and his cock slid inside her eager mouth. She groaned around him as her jaw widened, stretched to accommodate him.
“Good girl.”
He pumped, gripped her hair and controlled her movements. He was in complete command. She was a vessel to be used for his pleasure. The thought made her burn with need.
“Use your tongue.”
She ran her tongue up and down his shaft. It was his turn to moan. He gripped harder and Ruth winced as pain lanced through the roots of her hair. He pushed farther and his cock slid against the back of her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in and she involuntarily moved back. His hands in her hair wouldn’t allow it but he withdrew a few inches, allowing her to breathe. She coughed, almost choking. He was big, larger than any man she’d been with in the past.
“Stop panicking, Ruth. You can do this. For me. Relax, breathe through it.”
She looked up into his eyes and blinked. Yes, she could do this. She wanted to please him. She would do it.
Widening her jaw farther, she relaxed her throat and began to suck him again.
“Good girl. You’re such a good cocksucker.”
Who knew such crass words would be a turn-on? But they were. They spurred her on. As he pushed, she allowed his cock to once again hit the back of her throat. Instead of drawing away she breathed through it. Spit and moisture pooled in her throat as he used her. Deeper and deeper, he thrust into her and she took him.
“Hmmm, that’s it. Suck me, Ruth.”
The salty taste of pre-cum filled her mouth. She wanted him to come. She wanted to swallow all of it and lick her lips. He’d be so pleased with her.
His balls tightened. She sucked harder. Faster.
“Oh shit!” He dragged his cock from her mouth.
His cock glistened, purple and wet. It twitched. She pouted and moved forward. She wanted more. She wanted his cock more than she’d wanted anything.
“No.”
The one word made her frown. He’d finally allowed her to touch him only to snatch it away. Had she displeased him in some way?
The silence deafened her. Blood whooshed in
“Sit down. Now.”
Not wanting to disobey him, she settled herself in the chair.
He hadn’t moved. He stood in front of her like a conquering god, arms crossed over his broad chest. A picture of control and restraint. He sported an erection and she wondered when he would finally let her see his cock.
“Rest your arms on the edges and hook your feet around the legs.”
She did as he asked. He moved to the workbench and picked up two lengths of rope. He began binding her wrists and feet to the chair. He pulled the length tight, wound intricate patterns. The straw material chafed on her skin but she was fascinated with watching him tie her. It was beautiful. A work of art.
A gush of cream oozed from her core. Her heavy, feminine scent filled the air. Dominic stepped back. He looked over his knots before inhaling. His control snapped. His eyes narrowed. He gripped a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth. Remember how you sucked the vibrator? You took it all the way down your throat. I want you to do that to me now.” He unbuckled his jeans, plunged down his zipper and lifted out his cock.
Chapter Nine
His cock jutted out, smooth and hard. The bulbous, plum-colored tip glistened with pre-cum and betrayed his desire.
Ruth’s body tightened, tingled. He was impressive. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her.
He gripped two handfuls of her hair and pulled her mouth level with his cock. “Open for me.”
She couldn’t deny his gruff command. She parted and he pushed the head against her lips, teasing her, rubbing his juices on her skin.
Ruth moaned. He tasted exactly as she’d imagined. Salty. Tangy. Like velvet wrapped in steel. She flattened her tongue and strained to suck him farther into her cavern.
He didn’t deny her request. He pushed and his cock slid inside her eager mouth. She groaned around him as her jaw widened, stretched to accommodate him.
“Good girl.”
He pumped, gripped her hair and controlled her movements. He was in complete command. She was a vessel to be used for his pleasure. The thought made her burn with need.
“Use your tongue.”
She ran her tongue up and down his shaft. It was his turn to moan. He gripped harder and Ruth winced as pain lanced through the roots of her hair. He pushed farther and his cock slid against the back of her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in and she involuntarily moved back. His hands in her hair wouldn’t allow it but he withdrew a few inches, allowing her to breathe. She coughed, almost choking. He was big, larger than any man she’d been with in the past.
“Stop panicking, Ruth. You can do this. For me. Relax, breathe through it.”
She looked up into his eyes and blinked. Yes, she could do this. She wanted to please him. She would do it.
Widening her jaw farther, she relaxed her throat and began to suck him again.
“Good girl. You’re such a good cocksucker.”
Who knew such crass words would be a turn-on? But they were. They spurred her on. As he pushed, she allowed his cock to once again hit the back of her throat. Instead of drawing away she breathed through it. Spit and moisture pooled in her throat as he used her. Deeper and deeper, he thrust into her and she took him.
“Hmmm, that’s it. Suck me, Ruth.”
The salty taste of pre-cum filled her mouth. She wanted him to come. She wanted to swallow all of it and lick her lips. He’d be so pleased with her.
His balls tightened. She sucked harder. Faster.
“Oh shit!” He dragged his cock from her mouth.
His cock glistened, purple and wet. It twitched. She pouted and moved forward. She wanted more. She wanted his cock more than she’d wanted anything.
“No.”
The one word made her frown. He’d finally allowed her to touch him only to snatch it away. Had she displeased him in some way?
The silence deafened her. Blood whooshed in
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