Page 75 of Captured Fantasy

I was incredibly hard, my cock straining in my pants. Her eyes rolled back as I slid down, grinding my groin against her lower stomach.

“You like being degraded,” I asked quietly. “You like being a little, needy slut like you were in my truck when I made you come on my boot.”

She nodded and her hips bucked against my thigh.

“You want me to use you like that, baby?” I lowered my mouth to her throat. Pressing soft kisses between her collarbones to her exposed breasts. I curled my tongue around her nipple, sucking it into my mouth.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Do you remember your colors for me?”

She nodded. “Red for stop, yellow for when I’m reaching my limit. And green for fuck me hard, daddy.”

I laughed. “Are you comfortable with restraints?”

She nodded. “I’ve never used them, but I want to try it. I trust you.”

I ran my nose down the center of her abdomen and she arced as my tongue swiped against the lace over her pussy.

“I want to do fucking depraved things to you, Mrs. Russo,” I said. “But I need to know you’re alright with telling me to stop.”

“I am,” she breathed.

I slid from the bed and removed four straps from beneath it, slipping a plastic covering from each of the four ends. They were a set of brand new, padded hand and ankle cuffs I’d bought specifically for this moment.

“If you need the bathroom, now is the time,” I told her.

She swallowed, but obeyed, slipping into the bathroom. I was sweating from the heat and my shirt was damp. Stripping it off, I went to the window and pushed it ajar. I didn’t care if the neighbors could hear us fuck.

She’d been so good, so ready to please me tonight, and she deserved to get what she wanted. I knew exactly what she craved and I was going to give it to her. I went to the dresser and took out a plug in the smallest size. I wasn’t sure how much experience she’d had with this kind of play.

I turned it over in my fingers, my thumb moving over the word carved into the jewel.

Whore.

I’d bought it just for her the day after our first time, but I hadn’t had the opportunity to use it on her yet. The bathroom door opened and I picked up the plug and lube and turned.

Her face was flushed and her eyes glittered as she padded toward me. I hadn’t taken my pants off yet and something about the sight of me shirtless, but still half dressed had her entranced. Her finger traced between my pecs, running down the line of my abs. My cock twitched as she cupped my groin and I fought the urge to grind into her palm.

“Panties down, Mrs. Russo,” I said, my voice husky. “Get on your knees on the bed, facing the wall.”

She turned to the bed, her thumbs slipping beneath her panties. Her hips shimmied once as she tugged the lace down, baring her perfectly round ass. Fuck, I wanted to bury my teeth in it. Bite her hard until she yelped.

She crawled onto the bed and sat facing away, resting on her ankles. I gathered her hair back, tucking it behind her ears.

“Face down,” I said.

I knew she was wet already, I could almost smell it. She bent slowly in a sinewy movement until her face was buried in the bed. I sucked in a breath, entranced by the sight of her pussy spread open. Wetness glistened at her opening like dew.

“Hands behind your back.”

She obeyed. I reached a hand between her thighs, circling the pad of my fingers over the swollen bud. She whimpered, pushing back against my hand.

“You’re a needy girl,” I murmured.

I took the lower restraints and attached the cuffs to her wrists. Reaching past her, I fastened the upper cuffs around her ankles. Her back arched as I trailed my fingers down her spine and traced her asshole. Working that tight, sensitive place until she whimpered.

“Going to plug your ass, sweet girl,” I said.

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