Page 71 of Taking Chances

“Green.”

I nod and get to work. Starting on her hands, I tie both in front of her. Next are her feet, I tie them together in the position she’s in. “This is so you don’t get tempted to be a bad girl and touch yourself. It might be uncomfortable, but you need to earn your right to be used, remember?”

This time, her nod is quicker.

“Now, open your mouth and show me your tongue.” Her gorgeous lips open with apprehension.

“You won’t be able to talk now. So if you want to give me a color, you will blink three times, yeah?” She nods. “Show me.” Her mouth wide open, she blinks heavily three times in a row. “Such a good girl. You’ve earned your right to suck me off.”

I begin unbuttoning my jeans as she stares at me, her mouth spread open, her chest heaving. My dick springs free, already smeared with precum and I tap it onto her tongue. “I want you to take me as deep as you can, Firecracker.”

That’s the only warning she gets before I thrust deep into her mouth. Her green eyes roll back, her throat gagging. Her warm,wet mouth and the sound of her gags make my breathing pick up.

“Give me a color,” I demand as I withdraw my cock for a moment of reprieve.

“Green.” Her voice is already hoarse, but her eyes have darkened.

“Good. Open.” I thrust into her mouth again, and she’s more ready for me this time. She sucks me in, doing her best, but I’m way too big for her. She gags again as I hit the back of her throat.

“Relax, baby.” My hand lands on her throat, caressing it gently. “You take my cock so beautifully, but I need you to relax. So I can really fuck your throat and use that pretty little mouth.”

The moan that escapes her hums through my aching cock. Her tied hands are in her lap as she squirms, trying to find some comfort.

Giving her a second to breathe, I assault her mouth again, thrusting in hard.

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ANNE

Fuck. I can’t do it. He’s too big. I want to take all nine inches of him, but I don’t know if it’s humanly possible. Not for a lack of trying, that’s for sure.

I do my absolute best, trying to suck him as he fucks my mouth roughly. He grunts and moans, and the sounds, along with the taste of his precum in my mouth, make my core clench with desire.

I don’t need to touch myself to know I’m completely soaked. My thighs are slick as I try to wiggle some pressure on my needy clit. But there’s no such luck. Both my hands and legs are tied, not leaving me nearly enough leeway.

This is by far the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done, but I’m already addicted. Being used for his pleasure and completely under his control is a heady feeling.

“Your mouth is going to make me come, Firecracker. And when I fill your mouth with my cum, you’re going to take all of it. You’re going to swallow my cum and love it.” He isn’t asking me, he’s ordering me, and fuck, that’s hot.

I moan around his cock, making him hiss. His hands are in my hair, taking complete control of my head. My hair tanglesaround his fingers as he thrusts in and out, using my mouth like a freaking fleshlight.

My nipples are painfully hard, dying to be touched, and my pussy’s practically weeping, but my job is to take everything he gives me. My job is to give him pleasure.

A few more thrusts and he’s groaning his orgasm. The grip on my hair tightens, his abs contracting as warm spurts of seed fill my mouth. I did it. His orgasm is a reward on its own, filling me not only with his cum but also a sense of contentment. Pride.

I eagerly take every drop, lapping at his crown to get more. His hands turn gentle in my hair, holding me carefully, lovingly. Taking his cock out of my mouth, he brings my gaze up to his and what I see knocks the breath out of me. I can only imagine what I look like—my hair a mess, my makeup probably streaming down my face, remains of drool and cum smeared on my chin and cheeks, but he stares at me like I’m a mirage. My belly fills with air as my eyes start to prickle, the connection too powerful.

A quiet ‘thank you’ slips out from me, turning his eyes dark.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he mutters, more to himself. Then he picks me up from the floor and throws me, still tied, over his shoulder. I guess the last diet I was on worked because he’s not having any issues manhandling me.

He drops me onto the bed before flipping me on my belly. I try to play along, but I have no idea what his plan is, and he obviously won’t share it. He positions me on all fours, my hands and legs still tied. Using his calloused hands, he spreads me wide open. Insecurity builds at the feeling of being exposed but he extinguishes it with his words.

“Look at that gorgeous cunt. It’s fucking glistening.” Cunt is a horrible word, I know it. But the way he says it, admiring my naked body, shoots another wave of arousal down to my core.

“Did you get this wet sucking my cock?” His rough hands massage my ass cheeks. “Did getting me off turn you on?”

I hesitate to answer, and a sharp sound fills the air. I hear it before I feel it, but when heat spreads over my ass cheek, there’s no doubt what happened – he spanked me. A sound that breaks free is something between a whimper and a moan, but it isn’t the answer he wanted to hear.

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