Page 66 of Misguided Vows

She raises an inquisitive eyebrow. “Or how about we honor the bet and you let me tie you up?” Her gaze drifts to the pair of handcuffs and length of rope. She’d pulled them out of a sample box that Dawson sent her. Of all the things in there, I was curious as to why this is what she wanted, but I was totally okay with playing out her fantasies as long as my cum will be running down her legs.

“A deal is a deal,” I say, admiring her ass as she gets up. She starts with my right wrist and handcuffs it to the bedpost. “Have you ever tied a man up like this?” I ask curiously.

She begins tying the rope around my right ankle. It’s so tight it bites into my skin. “No. But I’ve always been curious. You’ll be like my own little sex doll that I can jump on whenever I want to get off.”

I chuckle, tracking her as she circles the bed. This beautiful goddess of a woman is playing out all of my wildest fantasies, and I’m happy to do the same for her.

She starts on the left ankle. “This is new for me, giving up complete control,” I admit.

“Oh, I imagine it is.” She smiles slyly as she tightens the restraint on the second leg. I’m completely sprawled out, my cock hardening as she circles the bed. “I can’t wait to get my fill.”

She teases me as she snaps the next handcuff around my wrist. It clicks shut, and I’m completely bound now. Powerless against her, and yet extremely hard.

Watching her is a spectacle in itself. She shifts her long hair over one shoulder and makes a point to look back at the device I’d stuck on the wall. “You’re certain it’s recording?” she asks.

“It has been all night.”

“Good,” she purrs as she straddles me and lowers herself onto my cock. “Because I want you to remember this.”

Her sweet pussy rolls up and down my length, and even as I tug on the restraints, I can’t move. Watching her use me like this is fucking hot. The hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Just when I think it can’t get any better with this goddess, she shifts the gears on me.

She picks up her own pace, impaling herself on my cock. I can’t look away as her tits bounce and she moans in pure pleasure. “Touch yourself,” I beg.

The corner of her mouth kicks up, and I think she’s going to deny me. But then her perfectly manicured finger trails down between her legs, and she begins to circle her swollen clit.

I lick my lips, wanting a taste.Fuck me. I try to jerk beneath her, to match her pace, but I can’t. I’m unable to move.

“This feels so good,” she moans. “You’re going to fill me up good, aren’t you?”

Jesus Christ. I’d been doing that all night. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

Her pace doesn’t slow. If anything, my words only encourage her. “Those taut nipples. Your fucking waist, that thick ass. Everything about you, I just want to fuck the shit out of every day.”

She keeps bouncing, moaning at my praise. “That mouth of yours looks best filled with my cock. And that sweet, sweet pussy…”

She continues circling her clit, her speed intensifying. Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can last when she looks likethis. When she’s using and abusing me like this. She’s the only woman I would ever allow to tie me up.

“That sweet pussy wants me to fill it up again, doesn’t it? Stuff you with my babies.”

“Oh fuck,” she cries, and something breaks apart in her. Her pussy’s milking me, and when I realize how much that turns her on, it’s the breaking of my own resistance. I blow into her, unable to look away as she rides me to her bliss.

Her eyes open as she slowly rocks back and forth.Did I just say fill her with my babies? And did we both just get off on it?

I smirk. This woman is just as depraved as me.

She continues riding me, not letting one drop go to waste as she asks, “Should we make another bet?”

“What’s your bet, love?”

She smiles as she lifts off my cock and crawls over me. She wipes our combined cum over her folds, and I’m mesmerized.

“I bet you can’t find me by the end of the weekend,” she says, her eyes finally clear.

“What do you mean?” I ask with a half-smile, not following.

“Exactly that,” she says, grabbing the towel and wiping herself down. She throws it over my semi-hard cock. She goes to her wardrobe, pulls out a loose-fitting dress and pulls it over her head. I tug against the restraints, but they still don’t slacken. “Find me.”

“How about you loosen these restraints first,” I challenge. “And then I can play this little rabbit game you want to play all throughout the city.”

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