Page 47 of The Secrets We Share

The gag hangs from my hand when I spin back in her direction. Her eyes go wide, and she tries to shrink away. But that’s the problem with being enclosed and suspended. There’s nowhere for her to go.

“Lean forward and open that pretty little mouth for me so we can shut you up.”

She does as I ask, but I can see the fight brewing in her eyes. She’s not quick enough to tell me off because the gag’s in place and buckled behind her head in seconds.

“Much better. So fucking beautiful.”

She answers me with an aggrieved snort but slumps back and waits. My hands wander up her shins and back down her thighs to the valley between her legs. A quick swipe against her clit is all she gets before I continue up her quivering stomach, pausing to tweak her firm nipples.

Her shirt leaves nothing to the imagination, the mesh fabric clinging to the swell of her breast and her tight pierced nipples. I still wish I could rip it from her body and expose her bare, silky flesh. I trace the leather straps that crisscross her chest and lead up to the leather collar around her neck. I loop my finger through the metal ring and use it to jerk her forward.

“I like this on you. I think we need to discuss getting you collared permanently.”

Her eyes light with eager excitement, and my chest warms, knowing she wants that just as much as I do. But that won’t be happening here tonight. What will is more depraved and delicious.

“Pull hard on the loops for me.”

She yanks down against the cords, letting free a muffled squeak of surprise when her body reclines further back.

“Now relax and let go.”

Arms dropping from above, she rests them on her bent knees. There isn’t much space to adjust, but she uses what she has to push against them and open herself even further.

“Fucking hell,” I groan out, licking and biting my bottom lip.

Her pussy is swollen and red, glistening from my earlier attention. But it’s not nearly enough, and I want another taste.

“Fuck yourself. Show me how much your body wants me inside you.”

As her hand moves south, she slowly traces a thin path against her skin that my eyes lock onto like a missile. She rubs lazy circles on her clit, and her toes point in the stirrups, a sign of her rising pleasure. I don’t stop her from working herself up. The picture of her teasing herself and the muffled whimpers against the gag have my cock throbbing and begging to be the cause of them instead. But not giving in to my need will be worth it when I sink my cock into her.

Her fingers dip lower, pressing into her entrance without any resistance. She fucks herself deep and slow. A crimson flush blooms across her cheeks and down her chest as she pulls them free from her cunt and holds them up on display for me. Her arousal coats her digits and drips down toward her wrist.

I step into her, gripping the chains of the front of the swing, and bring her extended fingers to my lips, sucking off every last drop. My cock glides up and down her warm cunt as I rock the swing back and forth.

Her wet warmth drags an animalistic growl from deep inside me. It’s ready to break free and claim its prize. I shift my hips and wait for the swing to return before I’m impaling her down onto my cock in one swift thrust. She cries out behind the gag, a beautiful melody adding to the rhythm of slapping skin.

“That’s it, little one. Scream all you want; they can’t hear you,” I taunt, balls deep into her warm cunt.

She’s pulsing around me, coating me in her slick desire, so close to the edge from all the teasing. I drop the chains and grip her hip creases, giving me a better hold to drive into her harder and at a punishing pace. Her feet kick the stirrups free, wrapping around my waist and giving her purchase to buck against me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“Come for me. Now.”

On command, she explodes as my cock hits that deep spot one last time. I enjoy the feeling of her pussy contracting against my cock, trying to coax me into joining her. Steeling my spine, I hold off my own orgasm for the next round.

I draw out slowly, still hard, and perfectly coated in her essence. She’s relaxed, eyes glassy as her pleasure wanes slowly, and the afterglow takes hold. Her legs dangle toward the ground, but she’s supported and safe.

Stepping back to the hidden compartment, I reach for an individual bottle of lube, plucking it free.

I take in her satisfied form, finally quiet and fulfilled. But we’re not done yet.

Leaning over, I lift her head, undoing the prongs of the buckle on the gag before pulling it gently from her stretched mouth and letting it fall to the floor behind us. She works her jaw back and forth, no doubt loosening the strain from keeping the same position before her lips close. Her gaze meets mine expectantly.

“Time to switch positions.”

My hold tightens on her hips, stealing her body from the warm leather cocoon. Her skin drags against mine until her feet hit the floor. Her knees give, but my arm around her waist is more than enough support.

“You’re going to turn around and bed over the swing. Then stick that pretty little ass out for me to fuck, aren’t you?”

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