Page 109 of David's Proposal

I shake my head, my hand still over my mouth.

“No. I don’t think so.”

“Pain?”

My hand drops from my lips.

“I’ve never tried that.”

“Asphyxiation?”

My mouth hangs open.

“I’m not sure about that. What else?” I murmur.

He gestures at my dress.

“Take it off, baby.”

Absently, I roll it down and step out of it. I toss it on the armchair before flicking my eyes back to him.

He takes off his suit jacket and lays it on top of my dress before rolling his sleeves up.

“What else…?” I murmur, my nipples hard from the cold, my skin covered in goosebumps.

Softly smiling, he closes the gap between us and brushes all my hair back while I study his face.

“Turn around,” he says, his hands still splayed over my shoulders.

I turn around, and he pulls my back into his chest, my butt against his groin.

He’s hard again as his hands begin to slowly conquer my body.

He fills his palms with my boobs first before sliding his fingers down. Both hands push inside my panties, parting my folds at the same time.

When he touches me between my legs forcefully but giving me enough pleasure to feel the pull between my thighs, my center throbs.

“What about multiple orgasms…? Consensually forced?”

He pauses.

“Restraints?” he goes on before pausing again.“Denied orgasms? Having you to beg me?”

Every question registers with me, but my answers fail to come as my focus shifts to the swirl of pleasure in my body.

“Toys? Fucking in public? Watching other people fucking? We could have a lot of fun.”

He strokes me harder, and my eyelids turn heavy as my legs begin to shake.

Propping me against his frame, he nudges my thighs open, and I struggle on my heels, still having a hard time standing.

His fingers move down until they curl and push inside.

My butt presses against him while he moves one hand to my neck.

At loss for words and wresting with my precarious balance I claw at the air.

“All you need to do is follow my instructions,” he says, somewhat detached, something else claiming his focus.

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