Page 122 of Bound By Words

Neither of us said another word as we hurried through the door, the heavy wood slamming against the frame as I kicked it closed.

Her fingers were on my belt before I could get my hands on her, making quick work of it and my zipper before she forcefully yanked my pants and boxer briefs to my thighs. With a light shove, she had me pinned against the wall in the entryway, a predatory look putting me at her will.

“Ah, fuck,” I groaned loudly as she leaned over me, sucking the head of my shaft between her lips as she knelt on the entryway rug. Her hands clasped the backs of my thighs, pulling me roughly into her mouth, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat.

“Holy shit,” I panted as she fucked me with her throat, breathing heavily as she pulled back and dove right back in, moaning around my length.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I groaned moments later, grabbing her ponytail and yanking her backward as I grasped the base of my cock in my other hand. I’d been so close to the edge I didn’t even need to stroke as thick ropes painted the dark material of her dress and the side of her neck.

“That was hot,” she laughed as she stood, pulling her dress over her head and moving toward the kitchen as she dropped it to the floor.

I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath as she pulled two water bottles from the fridge, tossing one in my direction before heading into my bedroom.

“Come join me when you’re ready. Sit on the bed and wait for me,” she called out, glancing over her shoulder as she strutted toward my closed door in her sexy as fuck lingerie. “Don’t take too long, stud.”

Inhaling deeply, I scrubbed my hand over my face, trying to catch my breath as I pulled my pants up and followed her. The door to the bathroom was closed as I sat on the edge of the bed, loosening my tie and unbuttoning the cuffs on my dress shirt.

I could hear Kelly humming as I stood and crossed to the closet, taking off my shoes and hanging up my suit jacket. I’d need to take it to the dry cleaners before wearing it again. I was sure it smelled like Kelly from how she came all over me earlier. I wasn’t complaining because that scene would be at the top of my list of things I’d imagine in the shower for the rest of my life.

You’d think that when you’re moments away from letting the woman you’re in love with fuck you in the ass, you’d be nervous, but surprisingly, I was anticipating what she had planned for me. I knew what a sensual and attentive lover—and person—she was, and the prospect of being pegged wasn’t as intimidating as it had once been because I trusted her.

Not wanting to spoil her plans, I finished taking off my clothes from the party, pushing the armoire to the side, and opening the doors to the playroom. For once, I didn’t know exactly what would happen in a scene.

I knew Kelly had enlisted Talia for help earlier in the week, and like with everything else, I was sure she’d sneakily been doing research. Since neither of us was experienced with this kind of play, I’d told her I trusted her to lead. She knew where my limits were and what my safe word was, so we’d define the boundaries together.

That was part of our dynamic that needed to develop, and while I loved being the one in charge and introducing her to new things, I was anxious for her to flex her Domme muscles. She’d been sexily confident earlier at the party, leading me around like she owned me—which, truth be told, wasn’t far off the mark.

The door to the bathroom slid open, Kelly peeking around the edge of the frame, backlit by the lights on the vanity. She was still in her lingerie, but she’d touched up her make-up. Her lips were once again painted bright red.

“You ready for me, stud?”

I nodded, falling to the carpet on my knees and waiting for instructions. Kelly’s eyes lit up as she slipped the door open the rest of the way, the rest of her coming into view.

It appeared that Talia had gone all out, hooking up Kelly from her endless toy stash.

“What do you think?” she laughed as she put her hands on her hips and rotated them, causing the small black dildo attached to her new underwear harness to wobble. “Want to go for a ride?”

I clamped my lips together, refusing to laugh at her antics, not wanting to break character. I may have done the helicopter dance for her one morning when we were back at the farmhouse, saying the exact same thing in response to her, but this was different.

“I know it’s not as impressive as what you’re packing,” she nodded to where my cock was starting to perk between my thighs. “But I think it’ll get the job done. Lesbians know how to design some sexy yet comfortable dick-wrangling panties.”

I laughed, my ass clenching in anticipation, squeezing on the small starter plug we’d inserted before the party. It’d been rubbing me in interesting new ways all evening, and I was suddenly desperate to see what it’d feel like to have Kelly’s little black friend hitting new hot spots I wasn’t previously aware of.

Kelly stepped forward, cupping my cheek and rubbing her thumb across my lips. “Hmm, it’s too bad I can’t feel what it’d be like to fuck you here.”

My eyes widened as she leaned forward, shoving her cleavage into my face as she tugged on my cock. Breathing out heavily, I tried to remain still, loving this new seductive persona she’d taken on. It was sexy as fuck.

“But I can’t wait to fuck you here,” she growled in my ear as she cupped my ass and tapped on the plug with her fingers.

“Such a good boy, so quiet,” she murmured as she licked up the side of my neck and grasped my earlobe between her teeth. “On the bed, stud. Get up on your hands and knees.”

Part of me was disappointed she didn’t lay me across the spanking bench, but I knew the height discrepancy would be tricky to compensate for there, even with the heels. Part of the perks of designing and building furniture was customizing it. Looked like I’d be adding a stool to the back of the bench.

“Hmm,” she hummed as she slowly ran her hands along my hips, tracing her palms up my sides and pressing my shoulders down into the mattress. “Stay like this. Don’t move, or I’ll stop.”

Fuck. I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to moan as she reached beneath me, giving me a few rough strokes before she leaned back.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out as her hand smacked my ass, the movement sending shockwaves of pleasure with a twinge of pain through my system. I’d been spanked before, not a novice with impact play, but never with a plug in place.

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