Page 35 of Carnival Master

I can feel my orgasm building deep, a pressure that’s about to explode when suddenly, he stops.

“No, don’t stop!” I whine in protest. “Please... I need...”

The tip of his cock is still lodged inside me, but he’s become frustratingly still.

“So close, baby girl,” he says. “Tellme what you need.”

But I can’t form the words. How can I explain this desperate, overpowering need? He knows what he does to me. He knows he owns my pleasure now.

“I can feel how much you want it,” he continues, his voice teasing and cruel. “Let me hear your voice telling me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I... I need...” I stutter, my brain cloudy with desire. “I need you to move. Please, Ty. Please!”

Instead of moving, he pulls all the way out. “You must address me properly,” he says, his voice thick with command. “Say my name, and then tell me what I am to you.”

I swallow, my throat dry. “Ty... You’re my master.”

He growls at that, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Good girl. And you’re my obedient pet.”

I nod, unable to speak, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. I feel exposed, but at the same time, a rush of wetness coats my core at his words.

His eyes darken as he sits next to me and lifts me from the couch using the bindings, forcing me to straddle his legs. “Now, I want to watch your beautiful body ride me. Show me how much you want it.”

I feel exposed in this position, my arms still bound behind my back. This position means he can see everything—every curve, every roll. I try to push those insecurities aside as I lower myself onto his length, but they creep back in as I roll my hips. Even though I’m on top, I know he’s still in control.

He takes charge, guiding me with his hands, his grip firm. I moan as he thrusts up into me. His eyes worship my body, admiring my curves. I try to ignore the voicethat tells me I should feel self-conscious and instead focus on the pleasure that’s building within.

His hard length is so deep inside me, filling me completely. It sends a jolt of pleasure through me. His hands are rough but gentle when he suddenly stills his thrusts.

“Roll your hips. Fuck yourself on my cock,” he orders.

I do as he says, moving my hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. His strong thighs flex as he drives to meet each roll, and I gasp as his piercing hits a deep, sensitive spot inside me.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, his voice appreciative. “So fucking sexy. You take my cock so perfectly, baby.”

His filthy words make me want to please him even more. I want to show him I can take all of him and more. I want him to lose control because of me. I pick up the pace, rolling my hips faster despite my arms being restrained, and I feel his hands tighten on me. He meets my rhythm, his powerful hands lifting me up and down as we find a perfect harmony of movement.

His cock slides in and out of me faster now. I feel like I’m on fire, my body burning with a desperate need for release.

“Ty, please...” I whisper, my voice breathless. “Oh God, I need... I need...”

I can’t finish my sentence, but he knows.

Just as I’m about to shatter into a million pieces, Tyson stops again. I whimper in frustration.

“No, baby, we’re not done yet,” he says. “I’m not done teasing you, feeling you clench around me.”

I try to protest, to beg him to let me come, but all that escapes my lips is a needy whine. He chuckles at my reaction, that rich, deep laugh I’ve come to love.

“Don’t worry, you will. But first, I want to edge you. When you finally let go and milk my cock with that gorgeous body of yours, it’ll be the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had.”

He kisses me, his lips urgent and demanding and his tongue dominating mine. I can taste myself on him, and it only adds to my arousal. His kiss consumes me, stealing what little breath I have left, and I cling to him, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders.

He pulls away, his eyes burning with intensity as he gazes down at me. The need in his eyes mirrors mine, and he brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle.

“You’ve no idea how much I’ve dreamed of this in the last five days, Sofia,” he says, his voice rough. “I’ve wanted to taste you, touch you, feel you squeeze tight around me again. And now that you’re mine again, I won’t rush.”

Then his mouth is on me again, but this time, it’s my body he’s devouring. He kisses a path down my neck, pausing to nip at the sensitive skin before continuing downward. He teases my breasts with his mouth and hands, laving attention on each creamy swell, his touch almost painful in its delicacy.

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