Page 23 of Atlas

“Please don’t go wild and destroy that headboard.”

Willa appears from the bathroom, freshly showered. Her hair is still wet and bunched together. She’s makeup free, and wearing an oversized t-shirt.

Deciding I need to tackle the elephant in the room I ask, “Why am I tied up?” I drop back down instead of straining, easing my legs back to the sheets.

She purses her lips in deep thought, “Experimental purposes.”

“What?”

“Not like that.” She laughs, and it’s hard to stay worried when her eyes twinkle like that. “The point isn’t to hurt you. It’s to make you feel good. To figure out some things you like that you might not have known.”

“I’m sorry, but pegging isn’t high up on my list. If other people like it, that’s fine. It’s just… not that I’ve done it, but I alreadyknowthat I don’t want to.”

I can see her nipples through the t-shirt. She’s not wearing a bra, but is she wearing panties? I suddenly get a mental image of her sitting on my face while I’m tied up and letting me feast on her sweet pussy. The sheet is draped over my waist, but when I glance down, I can see the hard outline of my dick straining against my boxers and that thin white cotton.

“Are you hungry?”

“Are you going to feed me tied up?”

“Yes.”

“Then no. Choking and dying also isn’t high up on my list of fun activities. Also, no candle wax, whips, or chains.”

She laughs again, the soft sound coming back even gentler against the walls and ceilings. “Noted. Ice?”

“Your mouth.” I don’t know why I just said that. I really should be demanding she untie me. I should find my clothes and list off all the reasons this can’t happen again.

Instead, I’m lying here, hoping that this ends with me buried balls deep inside her sweet, snug pussy.

“I can give you my mouth. With pleasure.” She walks over to the tall dresser first and starts rummaging through the top drawer. When she leans over, I can see her ass as the fabric of her t-shirt clings to her lush frame. I smile at the thought of what other surprises lie beneath.

The smile drops away quickly when she straightens up and I see the clamps she has in her hand. “No. No way.”

“Relax. These are for me.”

She slips one under her t-shirt, and then the other. It’s so much hotter that I can’t see what she’s doing, but now I know that she’s wearing them. The outline is clear under the thin fabric.

My dick kicks, dampening my boxers so the fabric clings to the head.

Willa walks over silently to the bed and slips on top of me. She straddles me without putting her weight down. It’s a good thing that she tied me up, or I’d end this torture now by notching my cock to her entrance and slamming home.

She arches her back and kisses my abs, her lips shockingly hot even though this room is far from cold. Her ass stays in the air, the t-shirt riding up to reveal a strip of hot pink lace bisecting the round cheeks.

I recall very vividly what she said about taking my cock in her asshole last night. My muscles tense, a tremble shooting through me.

Her lips skate over my nipple, her tongue circling it. They’re far too sensitive to clamp them. I probably would have shot my load right into my boxers if she tried.

She’s delighted by that discovery and does it again, lightly, her hot breath painting my skin.

She doesn’t focus on them long, but I’m still gritting my teeth against the shivers. She moves to my neck, kissing and licking before she scrapes her teeth against my stubbled jaw. I haven’t shaved since yesterday morning. She nuzzles her cheek against it, humming under her breath at the burn.

She licks the shell of my ear before nibbling the lobe. My cock jumps and my balls ache at how hard I am. I suck a deep breath of air and get the tropical coconut of freshly showered Willa.

“Fuck,” I groan as her wet hair slips over my chest, panting trails of moisture that she licks up, before going back to using her tongue and hot mouth against my nipple. “Take me out.” Great. I’ve been reduced to practically begging. “I want you to ride me.”

“Mmm. Your cock or your face?”

It’s so hot that she asks this without even blushing. She’s comfortable with her body in a way that I’m not. It sounds insane, I know. Even before I found out about that shit last summer, I was never entirely at home in my own skin. No man would admit that, and it certainly never made me less manly inthe sack, but I don’t know that I could say the things Willa does with that same level of confidence.

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