Page 8 of Restrain Me

When I nod, his grip on my hair tightens, and he lifts his head so he can look down at me. “Words, baby.”

“Yes.”

“Atta girl.” I watch his eyes flare as he searches mine, the look in them winding up the tension within me. He’s barely even touched me, and I feel as if I’m minutes from combusting. “I want you to turn around.” His hands find my waist again, spinning me until I’m facing the wall. “Stay still.”

Behind me, I hear him walk back over to the dresser and open the drawer. Then, a light jingle of metal hitting against itself as he moves back over to me. “Hands behind your back,” he says, and instantly my hands obey, placing themselves at the small of my back like he demanded. “I’m going to handcuff you now, sweetheart. If you want me to stop, you need to say your safe word. Do you remember it?” I can feel the metal against my skin, but he’s not clasping them on yet, instead he’s waiting for my answer.

“Banana,” I recite.

“Good job.” And with that, he finally clicks the cuffs. The metal is cold and hard against my skin and that seems to only make me wetter in anticipation.

There’s a buzz that spreads through my body at the feeling. I tug on the restraints, but they don’t budge, leaving my wrists firmly locked in place. There’s something thrilling about being unable to help myself. But there’s power in this game. One word from me stops everything.

“Now,” Grant begins, his hands gripping onto my hips as he spins me around again. “I want you to get on your knees and wrap your pretty little lips around my cock.”

My pussy clenches as I hum in response, and Grant helps me drop to my knees, placing a pillow down first. My eyes are glued to him as he unbuttons his jeans, slowly sliding them down his legs. I watch from the floor as he picks them up, taking his time to fold them and set them on top of the dresser before pulling his shirt off and adding it to his neat pile. I can’t help but grow needier as I wait. Finally, he shoves off his boxers and frees his cock.

He’s big. Bigger than any of my past partners, and I find my tongue darting out to lick my lips at the sight of it.

“Greedy,” he purrs the word at me as he fists his cock.

“Please.” I lean forward just a smidge to get closer as he approaches.

“Yes, sweetheart. Suck my cock.”

As soon as he steps in front of me, I stick out my tongue, licking up the length of his cock to the base before gliding over his balls. It’s strange not having my hands to assist me. It makes the whole thing harder as I try to tease him. His fingers wind through my hair, twisting the locks until he has a good grip. He tugs on the locks harshly, guiding my mouth to the tip of his length.

“I said suck.” He chastises me. “Open.”

I do. I widen my mouth and flatten my tongue, making it easy for him to slide in.

“Wrap your lips around me,” he says, and I listen again, using my lips to suck as he pushes into my throat.

He eases back out, his eyes watching mine as if he’s checking to make sure I can handle it. I can. And I want more. I try to push my head forward to take him back farther into my mouth, but he stops me with the hand in my hair.

“Easy, baby.” I moan, which one serves to make him groan. “Fuck,” he growls. “I love it when you moan on my cock, baby.”

Hearing that, I moan again, reveling in the feel of him filling my mouth. When he pushes back in, this time deeper, he makes me take him to the back of my throat.

I can’t help but gag, and he pauses, letting me catch my breath for a moment. But it’s only a moment I need with how badly I’m craving him, because once I’m settled, he starts up again. Pushing in and pulling out, and I take it all.

“Atta girl.” Glowing under his praise, I moan and whimper around him. It makes me take him back down my throat, working hard to please him as his hand fists my hair. “Stop.” He pulls out of my mouth, and I nearly fall forward, but he catches me just in time.

“I have something for you,” he tells me, going back to the dresser. When he returns, he’s holding a magic wand in his hand. I’m not a novice to sex toys, but this is something I’ve never tried. I’ve seen it in porn, but my vibrators were always cheaper. Grant hits a button, and the device buzzes to life. He taps it against his hand and smiles when he feels the vibrations. As his eyes shift to mine, a devilish grin forms on his features. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I breathe. Right now, I think I’d say yes to anything Grant asked me. My body is buzzing, aching for his touch, for every bit of pleasure he has to give. The lead up has been a delicious form of torture, and now Ineedto feel that wand on me.

Grant settles the device between my thighs, in the perfect position for me to sit on while he looms above me. “Grind on that wand, pretty girl,” he orders, one palm stroking my cheek as I lower myself onto the vibrator.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my head rolling back and my eyes closing as I rub my pussy on the wand.

“Look at me.” My head snaps up at the demand, my eyes opening. Grant smiles at the action, saying, “Atta girl,” softly as my hips push forward to meet the vibrations once more. I’m loving that phrase more thangood girl. And that’s saying a lot, since I’ve fantasized about being someone’sgood girlfor a longtime. I think I’d love any form of attention from the man in front of me, though.

“I want you to suck my cock while you grind on the wand. Do you think you can do that?” Grant asks, one eyebrow ticked up with the question.

“Yes.” I take his dick back into my mouth, sucking on it slowly, swirling my tongue around his tip with every pass. I can’t get enough of his flavor. Bobbing my head up and down, my eyes open to watch him, to see his reactions that match his pleasured groans and praise. His lips are parted, his gaze darkened and zeroed in on mine, jaw clenched with restraint.

It’s not long before I feel the pressure building inside me. I grind my hips down at a fevered pace, chasing the tingling, core-tightening euphoria until I reach my peak. It’s an explosion of fireworks from the inside out, overtaking my limbs with an uncontrollable tremble, my hands fisting in their cuffs behind me and shoulders cramping from the force. With my mouth still filled with Grant’s cock, my moans are suppressed, my breaths limited. I fall forward with one last choked moan, my vision blurry, and I have to blink a few times as everything comes back into focus.

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