Page 84 of Deception

Strapping her wrists and ankles to the legs of the device, I slip the waist harness around, cinching the clasps tightly, leaving no slack. She’s totally immobilized, prone and ripe for the taking.

“Ride me…” She looks back at me over her shoulder biting her lip.

“I intend to. But you’re going to need something more…sturdy to bite down on.”

“Why is that? You don’t want me to hurt my lip?”

“I don’t want you to bite off your tongue.”

“Oh really?” she challenges me. “Then I guess you'd better gag me. But I want the ball gag this time.”

It's like she can read my mind. She knows exactly what I want her to say.

And she clearlymeanswhat she says.

The result is infuriating and enticing. Almost like she's controlling the situation, even as she’s strapped down.

From the chest of accessories, I pull out a ball gag, wedging the soft rubber firmly between her teeth while I kiss her jaw and neck, tasting the salt and honey-sweet glow of her heated skin.

Then I take my time, spanking her ass until it’s radiating, sensuous and pink.

She’s splayed out for me, helpless to resist.

And I can’t resist, bending down to taste her, burying my tongue as deep as I can.

It sends her hips twirling, or it would, if she could move. The effect barrels through me like lightning, from my abdomen, up through my spine and down, agonizingly forcing my rigid cock to flex.

I won’t last two seconds inside her at this rate, overstimulated as I am.

The nipple clamps should stave off my release, distracting me with a little more pain of my own. Additionally, it raises my sensory perceptions, heightening my awareness of everything around me, outlining the pebbling skin of Isa’s body in an incandescent aura.

Resting the tip against her wet folds, I prepare myself, mentally, physically, rippling the muscles of my abs and clenching my body, rolling my shoulders.

“Are you ready?” It’s a rhetorical question.

“Mm-hmm…” Her affirmation comes out in a gravelly, husky moan.

I let the sleek caress of her walls settle around me, inch by agonizing inch as I ease my hips forward. This goes on for minutes, painstakingly shifting in and out at a grueling pace.

Before long, Isa’s drenching the cushion of the saddle horse. Her thighs shudder, almost vibrating with the tension of her burgeoning pleasure. I catch a glimpse of her face, her brow furrowed, her eyes closed tight as she holds out, trying to keep herself together.

“You can come…once,” I grind out through my clenched jaw, knowing that she’ll need to ride that first wave for what I’m about to do next.

Like a floodgate bursting open I watch her back muscles contract, heaving deep, hissing breaths around the ball in her mouth. Her walls close tightly around me, nearly undoing my mastery.

“No!” I growl, slapping her ass. She opens her eyes wide, glaring back at me, and I just shake my head, laughing incredulously. “You willnotmake me come yet. Not a fucking chance.”

The smile that pulls at her lips almost does it for me again, her plump lips sucking on the deep red orb of the ball gag.

“Keep smiling…” I scoff.

Pinching the jewel tipped toy seated just above our joining, I pop it out, leaving her open and ready for another test, another level of stimulation.

“I have to have all of you, Isa, ineveryway.”

She nods frantically, breathing faster through her nose.

We've been working up to this for a couple of days now. Putting in a slightly bigger toy each time. I press my thumb in first, adding more lubricant, savoring the feel of the slippery texture on her ass cheeks, and growling a moan of my own to the hugging tightness of her ring.

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