Page 110 of David's Proposal

He pulls his zipper down, and his erection presses into my lower back.

We don’t get to do anything other what we’ve been doing. He clutches my neck and fingers my opening until I jerk against his frame, and he twitches against my back.

“You are a lot of fun, baby…” he rasps.

My pulse spikes, and my chest heaves as he drags me to the point of coming.

The sensation is intense, threatening to break me, yet he pulls his touch away from me, takes his belt, and ties my hands together.

He brings a towel from the bathroom and ties my already restrained wrists to the headboard.

This gives me no other choice but to slide onto my knees and fight to keep my balance while grabbing at the headboard.

It’s unnatural to stay like that––not on all fours, and not on my stomach––but I quickly learned he’s picked this positionprecisely to depend on him. To not be able to do much. To relinquish control.

He loses his clothes and is fully naked with his fist wrapped around his hard meat when he looks at me, assessing the desire in my body.

I still have my heels on, which I regret. It would be easier without them.

Slowly stroking himself, he runs his free hand over my body. Up my shanks and thighs. Between my legs.

I’m dripping wet, his touch moving over my sensitive center, only making my deepest depths want him more.

My tits move with me when I shift to him. He likes what he sees, filling his touch with them.

I expect him to slide behind me, fill me up, and pump me since his veiny, flushed hard–on moves through his fist at a higher speed.

He shifts, though, and reaches inside his jacket. My eyes follow him with curiosity.

“We have a deal…” he says blankly and throws a wad of cash on the nightstand.

That’s a lot of cash, and my eyes go back to him to meet his gaze.

I’m filled with questions and a strange feeling.

It’s like money allows us to do things that we wouldn’t do otherwise.

It removes our guilt and second guessing.

The sight of the money on the nightstand makes me feel filthy while giving me freedom.

I like the freedom and the fact that I can go as far as I want to go with him.

The idea turns me on.

The money turns me on.

The thought that we can do a lot of stuff turns me on even more.

“This is for tonight,” he says and pivots to my legs.

He runs his hand over the back of my calves and peels my heels off one by one before lowering his mouth and sinking his teeth into my skin.

I clutch the headboard harder, and he continues to trail the back of my legs, kissing and biting my skin while stroking himself.

I know where he’s going and where I want him to go. I still have a ball of tension inside.

So I arch my back and push my backside out until his fingers reach inside my body. They move in with ease, and I rock my hips against them.

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