Page 47 of Marcus-stiltskin

“Are you still good?” he checks in.

“More than good.”

He wraps the velcro around my first wrist, leaving the cuff very loose.

“Tighter,” I demand.

He raises an eyebrow. “You sure?”

I nod, and he obliges, repeating the process with my other wrist.

“Hmmm,” he rumbles, “Even just this is fairly promising.”

I want to giggle at his formal pronouncement, but keep the thought to myself. “Feet too,please,” I say, emphasizing the word please, knowing how it stirs him up.

“Of course,” he says, his voice getting deeper as he pulls my legs apart even further. Leisurely, he traces the outline of my panties with a finger, then slips his fingers under the fabric, pressing two fingers inside me experimentally. I’m already soaked.

“All that and we haven’t even gotten started yet,” he grins and kisses me over the cloth as his fingers slip out of me. He slides my underwear off and sets about securing the final two restraints, tightening them to the point that they match the ones on my wrists. The cuffs he creates by tightening the velcro may be tight, but his touch is the lightest, kindest, softest of brushes against my skin. It’s a giant contradiction and I think I love him even more for it. These restraints are so not him, and yet, here he is giving it a try.

“How do you feel?” he whispers in my ear.

“Horny,” I tell him and he laughs.

“Mission accomplished? We need a safe word.”

I shake my head. “I don’t need a word.”

“Everyone needs a word,” he insists.

“I want you to fuck me hard and rough and do everything you’ve been wanted to do but haven’t done yet.”

“Damn, so we just jump right to that?”

“I’ve been thinking about this since I was fifteen.”

He busts out laughing, as I hoped he would.

“That. Is. A. Lie.” He punctuates each word with a kiss down my sternum. His cock is hard against my thigh. I know he’s excited about this, but he’s so incredibly nervous. It radiates off him a way I’ve never seen before. Maybe I’m pushing too hard. Maybe this really isn’t his thing. Maybe we’re so far out of his comfort zone and he’s just here trying to please his crazy girlfriend.

“Marcus, lean down.” I tell him. He leans close, his lips inches from mine. “Turn your head. I want your ear.”

He does as I ask, and I run my tongue along the outer shell of his ear, one of his favorite spots. He groans and I whisper, “I trust you completely, Marcus. Do whatever you want to me. I know I’ll love whatever you do.”

He meets my eyes and nods, working his way down my body until he’s resting his head on my thigh.

“The safe word is donkey.”

I start to giggle, stopping only when he runs a finger up the center of me, from opening to clit, then, slowly, carefully, rolls on his belly and plants his face into my pussy. His tongue hits exactly where I want it, and I begin shaking immediately.

“That good, huh?” he says, sounding pleased with himself. He moves his tongue back into position and begins to circle the spot with his tongue. I can hardly move, but it doesn’t stop me from trying to press my clit to his mouth. He stops and tsks.

“I know you’re not moving after I made those restraints tighter. Maybe they need a bit of an adjustment.”

He leaves me and works on my feet, tightening both until my ankles are practically stuck to the mattress. Slowly, he crawls back to me and drops back down to continue his work.

“Fuck, Marcus,” I hiss as his tongue finds my clit again. I want to move, to writhe, to press against his face, but all I can do is lay still and take it. He sucks and licks as electricity builds in my belly, my lower body shaking as he works. The orgasm is so close, the need to rub myself against him so intense, that I begin to whine, the sound growing louder the longer I’m stuck in place. He works my clit, flicking, sucking, flicking, sucking until it’s so close it almost feels like too much. I suck in a deep breath, and then Marcus sits up, resting his hands on my thighs.

“Marcus!” I groan in frustration. “Why would you…”

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