Page 34 of Sexting the Don

My excitement and arousal spike. “Unique tastes?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.

“Yes. I enjoy being in control, being dominant over my partner. It’s all about trust and exploring boundaries, pushing limits.”

I listen intently as he explains, my mind flashing back to our first time. He was a little controlling and dominating then, in a fun, thrilling way that left me wanting more. The idea of taking it further sends a shiver of excitement through me.

“BDSM involves more than just physical pleasure,” he continues. “There are psychological aspects to it, as well, the connection formed between partners. It’s about giving and taking power, creating a space where both people can fully express themselves.”

I hang on to his every word. “Sounds intriguing.”

He smiles, clearly pleased by my reaction. “Would you like to partake?” he asks, his voice soft yet commanding.

“Absolutely,” I reply without hesitation, feeling a rush of exhilaration. “Yes, I would.”

His smile widens, and I can see the satisfaction in his eyes. “Good,” he says. “I think you’ll enjoy it. And remember, it’s all about communication and trust. If there’s ever anything you’re uncomfortable with, just say so.”

“I will,” I promise, feeling more confident than ever. “I trust you.”

He reaches out, his fingers brushing my cheek. “That’s all I need to hear.”

My heart pounds with anticipation. This is new and exciting territory, and I can’t wait to see where it leads. With Enzo guiding me, I feel ready for anything.

His eyes darken with desire as he starts to undress me, unzipping my hoodie and then peeling off my tank top and yoga pants. Each touch sends a jolt of electricity through me.

Soon, I’m wearing only my bra and panties, feeling exposed yet incredibly excited.

He guides me to the bed, his movements confident and sure. “Lie down,” he instructs, and I obey, my heart beating faster.

Enzo retrieves a set of silk ties from a nearby drawer. “This is just a taste of what’s to come,” he says, a wicked grin on his face. He binds my wrists to the bedposts, the silk smooth and secure. The sensation of being tied up, unable to move, sends a thrill through me.

“Comfortable?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply, breathless.

He moves to my ankles, securing them in a similar fashion, spreading my legs apart. I feel completely vulnerable yet incredibly turned on. The cool air against my exposed skin contrasts with the heat building inside me.

Enzo stands back for a moment, admiring his handiwork. “You look incredible,” he murmurs, his eyes raking over my boundform.

He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. His hands glide over my thighs, sending shivers up my spine. He leans down, his breath hot against my most sensitive spot. “Relax,” he whispers. “Let me take care of you.”

And take care of me, he does.

He pulls my panties to the side, his mouth and tongue beginning their magic, exploring every inch of me with an expert precision that leaves me breathless.

The feeling is overwhelming as his tongue flicks and circles, alternating between gentle caresses and firm strokes, driving me wild with pleasure. My world narrows to this one intense point of pleasure, the soft restraints keeping me in place, heightening every sensation.

I can't move, can't do anything but feel. My breath comes in gasps, my body writhing against the restraints as I’m utterly consumed by the pleasure he’s giving me. The intensity builds and builds, a slow, torturous climb that has me trembling.

Enzo’s hands grip my hips, holding me steady as his tongue continues its relentless assault. He knows exactly what he's doing—how to perfectly push me right to the edge and hold me there, teetering on the brink. Every flick, every circle against my clit sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, making me feel like I'm on fire from the inside out.

“Enzo, please,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper, a desperate plea for release. But he doesn’t let up. He’s determined to take me to new heights, to show me just how incredible this can be.

The pressure builds to an almost unbearable peak, and then, with one final, perfectly placed stroke, I’m pushed over the edge. I cry out, my body arching as I’m hit with wave after wave of the most incredible climax I’ve yet to experience.

It’s like every nerve ending is alight with pleasure, each wave more intense than the last. My mind is a blur of sensation, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy he’s brought me to.

Enzo doesn’t stop until he’s wrung every last bit of pleasure from me, his tongue still working its magic as I come down from the high. Finally, he pulls back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he looks at me, a smile playing on his lips.

I can only lie there, panting, my body trembling from the intensity of it all. “I can’t believe how amazing that was,” I whisper, my voice shaky.

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