Page 88 of Faking It

“Are you sure?” I ask.

She nods. “I trust you, Gideon. You won’t hurt me. I know that.”

A sensation like fireworks go off inside me as I get off the bed, then walk over to the chair, slowly lifting the tie. As I turn, Ana pushes up on her knees, resting her hands on her thighs, gaze locked with the silky restraint. Her chest bounces with soft breaths as I approach. Her nipples harden. She’s getting turned on again. It’s all I need to get blood flowing to my cock.

“I’m going to tie your wrists to the headboard,” I explain. “If it’s too tight, please let me know. If ever you should feel unsafe, or feel this is too much for you, the safe word is ‘mocktail’.”

That earns me a chuckle, and she loosens up a bit. When she nods in consent, I climb onto the bed, gently easing her up on the pillows, then raising her hands above her head. Her gentle panting is the only sound in the room. Well, that and my racing heart.

I lean back and assess my work. “Is it okay?”

She nods, her eyes a little wide.

“Are you relaxed?”

“Mostly,” she whispers. “I’m nervous for whatever you’re about to do.”

“Nothing that will hurt, I promise. Only to pleasure you.”

“Okay.”

“But remember the safe word.”

She nods again, parting her legs.

I consider using a toy, but they’re all in that room. Rule number one; never leave your restrained submissive unattended, especially a novice like Ana. I run my fingers over her stomach, and she shudders. Untying her might kill the mood. I’ve achieved what I wanted, anyway. Seeing her tied up like this, completely at my mercy, nipples stiff, pussy dripping, ready for my cock, it gives me as much satisfaction as watching her get off from a vibrator.

My fingers stroke up her thigh, gently parting before settling between them, my arms balancing my weight. “Relax,” I whisper, and I kiss her, I feel her body sinking. Good.

I leave a wet trail down her body with my tongue, stopping right at the juncture between her thighs. A quick swipe of my tongue makes her entire body shudder. Pressing her thighs toward her chest, I dig right in.

Her musky arousal wafts around my nose. I taste essence on my tongue. Every lick fills that organ with more of her juices. She’s gushing for me. Dripping for me. Those sexy noises from her mouth, she’s making them because of me. Her body squirms from the pleasure I’m giving her. It gives me so much satisfaction to see her fall apart like this.

The intermittent jerking of her body lets me know she’s coming. The choked gasps from her mouth lets me know she’s coming hard. I nibble her clit as she bucks beneath me, begging me not to stop.

Oh, I don’t intend to stop. Not until we’re both spent. Both satisfied as fuck.

Without waiting for her to recover, I push myself up. Surprise flickers across her sated expression as I undo the restraint.

“Are we done?” she queries.

“No, Princess. We’re just getting started,” I assure her.

I swear she mutters,mercy, but I’m not sure.

Positioning Ana on her knees, with her ass in the air, chest flat on the bed, I pull her arms back. Excitement makes my cock hard as steel as I tie her wrists to her ankles. I watch her expression as I do so, satisfied when I see no fear. Just anticipation. She’s looking forward to this as much as I am.

Still, I enquire. “Comfortable?”

“Yes.”

Dipping low, I lash her pussy with my tongue. There’s no need to get her wet again. She’s still dripping. Still aroused for me. On bended knee, with the other foot pressed to the bed, I grip her ass and press right in.

“Fuck…” Ana trails that word on a long hiss, packed with emotion.

Emotion that I know so well.

Emotion that I’m feeling right now.

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