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He puts a firm hand on my chin and guides me down at the same time he sits on the cushions. I’m on my knees on the floor.

“If you want to get off, you can rub yourself on me.” He gestures for me to spread my legs apart, and I bend and straddle his knee. I stare at his cock before I put it in my mouth. Admire is perhaps the better word.

I love how hard I make him. He’s so turned on already that a bead of precum is pulsing out from his tip. I press my tongue against it and pull back, creating a string that hangs from my mouth to the head of his cock. Then I follow it back, swallowing it as I take him in my mouth.

He grunts violently and tilts his head back. I’m getting good at this. Good at everything. I start to rub my clit against his knee, and he helps by pressing it up into my crotch. The pressure is intense, and it’s hard to suck a cock so big when I’m trembling from the waves shooting through me from my clit.

“Take all of me, sweetheart.”

I’m not sure it’s humanly possible to obey his command, but I try my best and close my eyes. I gag as I go deeper on his cock. I keep pressing past my reflex until I have maybe two thirds of him down my throat. The sensation isn’t comfortable, but knowing how much I’m turning him on makes me quiver.

I release and take a break from blowing him. I focus on rubbing myself with a little more focus.

“You’re going to have to multitask if you want to come.” He puts his hand on the back of my head and guides me back onto his cock, which glistens from my spit.

I suck around the tip this time, hard and wild with my tongue, while I grind his leg with the same energy.

In a minute, we’re both panting. My mouth goes still on his cock as I begin to shake. The orgasm runs the length of my spine. Once. Twice. The world turns into a splotch of color. A pool of spilled paint. Only slowly does it regain focus.

“Okay,” I say with a satisfied sigh. “I don’t think I can suck much longer.”

James sits up and pulls me quickly to my feet. “It’s your pussy’s turn, anyway.”

He spanks me before taking the lead and pulling me behind him by the arm. Hard. I have to take a bunch of small, shuffling steps to keep up with his long strides.

We pass the bedroom, and I frown. “Where are we going?”

James doesn’t respond. We cross the entire penthouse, and he opens the door to his office. “I set it up here, to keep it a surprise.”

There’s a coil of rope hanging down from the ceiling, and at the end of it is a wide belt that looks like it’s supposed to support my weight.

It’s more of a hanging harness than a sex swing.

“You’re going to be helpless today, snowflake. That’s the theme.”

He pushes me towards the harness and starts fitting it around my lower back. Once I’m clipped in, he pushes my wrists together and holds my arms up behind my head. I can see they go into a second set of cuffs hanging from another rope in the ceiling.

He lifts me up so my bottom half is supported by the wide belt, and once my hands are cuffed, my top half has support, too.

Just like that, I’m suspended in the air. Completely helpless to get out of this position even if I tried.

James leaves me hanging while he goes to his desk and starts to undress.

Suitcoat. Cufflinks. Shirt buttons.

He takes his time letting me squirm. He has a little sweat on his chest and stomach. It makes his muscles look cruel, sharp, and large. I can see the striations of muscle flex in his shoulders as he takes his undershirt off.

Soon he’s as naked as I am, his hard cock sticking out in front of him. He takes a tie out of his desk drawer and walks back over to me. He strokes my forehead gently with the back of his knuckles.

“Are you ready for this one?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, snowflake. You might just melt this time.”

“I can take it.”

“You hardly have a choice.”

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