Page 21 of The Deceived

Rex Dean is a fucking dom.

CHAPTER10

REX

Fuck, I can’t take it.The way she responds to my touch is a pleasant surprise. She’s so fucking receptive. “Lay back on the bed.”

She begins to slide back, and I grab her calf to stop her.

“What the hell?” She squeaks, a little bit shocked because I’ve stopped her from doing the very thing that I have just instructed.

“What did I just tell you? How are you supposed to respond to any commands or questions that I ask you?”

Her bottom lip sticks out in consternation and coupled with the blindfold; my cock stirs behind my zipper.

“I respond with yes sir or no sir.”

Hearing the wordsircome from that pouty mouth makes me want to shove my cock past her perfect fucking lips and right down her throat. I’d love to see her mouth stuffed full of me. “Good girl. I am in charge of your pleasure tonight. When it happens, where it happens, and how often that I allow you to come. Now, lay back on the bed and raise your arms above your head.” I let her leg go and she pushes herself further back onto the bed, settling herself before raising her arms above her head.

“Spread your legs wider,” I command, and she does as instructed, showing me how wet that little scrap of fabric is that’s covering her pussy. I can’t seem to stop myself as my hands trace up to her thighs, grabbing the sides of the material at her hips.

She jerks momentarily and is startled since she can’t see a fucking thing that I’m doing to her.

I am a sick bastard because that gives me a little thrill. That thought alone has my cock ready to explode in my pants. I tug the scrap of wet fabric down and bite back a groan as her perfectly pink pussy comes into view.

“Look at you. Laying on this bed with your dripping wet cunt on display for anyone that wants to look at it. You’re such a naughty girl, Winter.”

She writhes on the bed, eager for action as I reach over to the table and grab the riding crop. I trail it from her ankle, slowly making my way up the side of her calf, past her knee, and to my delight she shivers with anticipation.

“Do you like that, Winter? Do you like that there are people outside watching me touch you? Do you like that they can see how wet I make your cunt?” I ask as I trace the riding crop leisurely the last few inches up her alabaster, gorgeous thigh. I can’t wait to have my face buried in her pussy. I slap her clit lightly with the riding crop. The wet slap reverberates through the sparsely decorated room.

“Fuck.” I groan as Winter gasps and writhes. She brings her arms down to touch her aching pussy. I allow her a moment of indulgence.

Once she’s rubbed her clit a few times, further working herself up. I smack her hand with the crop. I smack her hand again, lightly for good measure. “Arms above your head. Leave them there until I instruct you to move them.”

She whimpers but raises her arms. I take a moment to look at her before grabbing the length of rope from the table and walking around the bed.

She looks amazing.

I pull the length of hemp rope through my fingers. Rope play is something I once loved but haven’t been able to indulge in for quite some time. Being a high-profile politician doesn’t allow for much privacy. That’s why I was more than thrilled to receive the invite to The Manor. A place where I can let go. A place where I can once again indulge in some old interests.

“I’m going to bind your wrists.” I wrap the length around her right wrist and admire the view from this angle. The jeweled top sparkles in the candlelight but her bare pussy is the star of this show.

I can’t wait to taste her.

Winter’s wrists are secured in a simple one-column tie that she could very easily slip her wrists from, but I won’t tell her that. I trace my fingers slowly down her chest as if I have all the time in the world before simultaneously pushing down both cups of her bra. Her nipples are already pebbled but I work both of them at the same time anyway. Gently rolling the taut peaks between my fingers.

“Oh.” She breathes the words, almost a whisper. I love how receptive she is to my touch and how pink her pale flesh turns from where my fingers have touched her skin. It’s like a roadmap of everywhere I’ve been.

I’m not certain how much more of this foreplay I can bare.

She moans and writhes on the bed yanking at the ropes that bind her arms above her head, but she doesn’t lower them.

Shit, that’s fucking sexy that she remembers to obey me.

I walk back around the bed and stand at Winter’s feet. Reaching out, I swipe a finger through her folds. “I think you’re ready for me. Are you ready for my cock?” She’s so beautiful it just feeds the monster inside of me. I should be disgusted with myself.Fuck I’m old enough to be her father.But tell that to my cock as I make quick work of toeing off my shoes before dispensing with the rest of my clothes. I stroke myself from root to tip before I move in between Winter’s spread legs. Leaning into her, I blow on her cunt and she jerks from the surprise.

“Are you sensitive?” I whisper against her flesh but I don’t wait for an answer as I swipe my tongue through her folds. Her flavor is heady and I can’t stop the groan of delight that rises from me. I circle the bud of her clit feverishly before sucking it into my mouth.

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