Page 37 of Carnal

She laughs. "I think you forgot I'm in charge. Not you."

I groan then fist her hair and tug her head backward. She gasps, and I lean over her face. "Did you forget how good I made you feel last night?"

Her breath merges with mine. Her hard tits tease my pecs. The gold in her eyes swirls with the brown, making my dick ache worse. She stays quiet as the music pounds around us.

Neither of us blinks. The hip-hop rapper belts out his song, and Pina uses it to her advantage. She grinds her hips against me, torturing me further. She states, "You need to learn to submit."

Fuck this. This game of hers has gone too far. Maybe she gets off dominating men, but I saw how much she was into submitting to me. And it's time to flip this situation to how things are supposed to be. One thing Pina's done is underestimate my ability to get others to do what I want.

I give her a chaste kiss then slide my palms to her ass, pick her up, and sling her legs over my shoulders.

"Tristano! Put me down," she screams.

"Not until I'm done with you," I state, then bury my face in her pussy, holding her tight so she can't escape. Her salty-sweetness bursts on my tongue. I think I might die a happy man right now, even with my cock in the heinous contraption.

"Tristano!" she says again, swatting my head.

"You want to dance, you dance on my face," I order, then start flicking my tongue on her clit.

"Tri...oh fuck!" she cries out, her body submitting to me, curling around my head. Her hands grip my hair, and whimpers fly out of her mouth.

Sweat drips down my face. My heart races and my cock aches to be free, but there's no question about who's in control right now.

I am.

It's how it's supposed to be.

And I may have agreed to this play session, but she'll never break me. I'll always figure out a way to make her submit. I know I confused her last night, but she enjoyed how we were together. Today, I'll prove it to her again.

Pina's body begins trembling, growing strong until she cries out, "Oh God, oh God, oh God!"

I lean forward, keeping her pressed to my face, and bite on her clit.

"Tristano!" she moans.

I reach to my ankle and unlatch the restraint then the other. My mouth never leaves her pussy. I sit back, reposition my arms around her back, and slide my hand into her tool belt until I find the key. For another minute, I rotate between licking, sucking, and biting her.

She turns limp in my arms. Her cries turn hoarse. Our sweat mingles, and her body violently convulses.

I unlock the cock cage. My erection springs free, and the relief is instant but short-lived.

I need to be inside her.

I rise, toss her over my shoulder, then lay her on the bed. I cuff her hands to the headboard and then hit the button to release the slack on the chains. Gripping her ankles, I tug her to the end of the bed, hug her shins to my chest, and plunge into her.

"Oh!" she barely breathes.

I thrust fast for a few strokes, then slow it down, realizing I'm going to explode if I don't.

Control. Gain control!I reprimand myself.

Pina's face flushes. Her chest rises and falls fast as she pants, trying to catch her breath. Her pouty lips are in an O, and I know exactly how this will end.

I growl, "You think you can break me?" I thrust fast, then slow, repeating the pattern when she doesn't answer.

She locks eyes with me, and I know she's on the verge of flying over the edge. I bark, "Don't you dare come!"

She swallows hard, closing her eyes. I pound into her, going as deep as I can. She pulls the chains, but there's no slack to be had. Her knuckles turn white, and she begs, "Please. Oh God! Please!"

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