Page 33 of Ends of Being

His eyes widen, and he gives me a dirty smirk but doesn’t say anything. He just grips the leather straps tightly in his hands and pulls.

I move off him, kneeling beside him and then moving toward his feet, where I wrap the other restraints around each ankle. I get off the bed, examining the footboard for the O-rings I’m sure must be hidden somewhere, and sure enough, there are several sets in different locations. Another rush of excitement runs through me as they’re secured, and I tighten the straps before returning to take in the sight of my handiwork. I’m sure the look on my face must be one of pure evil decadence—all gleeful, naughty.

I had considered removing his clothes before restraining him, knowing I won’t be able to get them off without completely destroying them, but the idea of unwrapping him like a gift when he’s completely incapacitated turns me on. And the picture he makes trussed up in his business wear is pure magic.

His shirt is open, exposing the golden skin of his muscular chest. I can clearly make out the line of his cock pressing against the fabric of his trousers, and I can’t help but crawl up onto the bed beside him, brushing my hand against his erection teasingly before giving his rigid flesh a firm squeeze. He grunts, his hips pressing up into my hand as he pulls on the restraints.

I glance up at his face and ask, “Should you have a safeword?”

He makes a humorless noise, giving me a slight shake of his head in response, but I persist, crawling up his body until I’m inches from his face, staring into his eyes. And I say, “I’m going to need your words…Darius.”

Now, he glares at me and spits out gruffly, “I do not need a safeword, Antoinette.”

I glare back at him, then lean closer so I can trace his lips with my tongue, but I pull back when he attempts to capture my lips with his own. “And who is it you’re speaking to, Darius?”

He glares at me again, and I feel the tension vibrating off him as he shows me his teeth, his tongue gliding over them as he practically snarls, “Don’t play with me, minx.”

I laugh delightedly, now fully committed to having this dominant, virile man at my mercy.

I crawl further up his body until I’m sitting on his chest with my knees straddling his head. I rock my hips, my silk sleep shorts doing nothing to hide my obvious arousal that’s now on display directly in his face. His nostrils flare, and I feel his chest rise as he inhales, his head coming up off the mattress as he tries to get closer.

I lean over a bit, giving him a bit of slack in the straps securing him to the headboard, and then I shift my aching cunt closer to his reaching mouth. I feel his hot breath blowing against the fabric of my sleep shorts, so I slide the last inch closer until I’m basically straddling his face.

He growls beneath me, “Get that cunt on my face, baby girl. Let me have a taste.”

White, hot heat rushes over me at his words, and I sink down until I feel his mouth pressed against my silk-covered flesh, his lips firm, his tongue seeking, and his teeth nipping. My eyes practically roll up into the back of my head as he works me through my clothing, and I can only imagine how amazing his mouth will feel on my naked flesh.

Abruptly, I wiggle around until I’m standing, shucking my sleep shorts and cami before I turn around, straddling his head while facing away from him. He mutters from underneath me, “Oh, for the love of fuck,” and I hear and feel him yanking violently on his restraints.

I don’t waste time with teasing niceties and go straight for the fastening and zipper on his trousers, opening his pants up and pushing at them until he raises his hips enough for me to force the clothing down far enough to release his cock.

I’m relieved to be positioned away from him so he can’t see the look of fear on my face at my first glimpse of his massive dick. I reach out a hand tentatively, brushing my fingers over the swollen head, smearing the pre-cum around. He’s unmoving beneath me and seems to be holding his breath as I lean forward, licking a line from the wet tip all the way down to his balls. He groans then, bucking his hips up in invitation, so I grip his length firmly in one hand and bend down to take the head of his cock between my lips, sucking and licking.

I begin to work him over, my mouth taking more and more of his length as I find my rhythm, my hand working in tandem with my lips and tongue as his hips flex.

I feel his mouth on my leg, his tongue licking, and his teeth sink into my inner thigh, and I moan around his cock in my mouth as he commands, “Sit on my face, baby girl. Let me have that sweet pussy,” and so I do. I lower my hips down slowly, concentrating on his thrusting cock in my mouth and then his hot breath and spearing tongue on my pulsing, wet flesh.

He also skips teasing niceties; burying his face between my legs and feasting like a man starved. He licks, sucks, and bites my pussy lips, up one side and down the other, then spears my hole with his tongue as far as he can go at this angle, and I find myself paralyzed with pleasure, my saliva sliding down his dick and pooling around my hand before dripping onto his balls.

I sit back fully onto his face, bringing my other hand to wrap around his cock, and I do my best to focus on blowing him instead of what his mouth is doing to my throbbing pussy. I shift my body back some, grinding my clit against his lips, and he obliges my silent demand without hesitation, sucking my swollen nub into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

I pull my head back, releasing his dick, and he groans in protest as I remove my pussy from his face in order to shift down his body. I straddle his hips, reverse cowgirl, rubbing my slick heat along his length, then grinding against him to get the exact pressure I need on my clit. I gasp, a low moan spilling from my lips, my head falling back in pleasure.

“Holy fuck, Toni. What’re you doing to me?” His words sound desperate, and I feel the tension in his body beneath me as I continue to writhe against him, so he continues, “There are condoms in the bedside drawer…”

I twist my upper body a bit so I can glance at him over my shoulder, my hips still undulating slowly, one hand squeezing my breast and tweaking my nipple as I gasp, “Are you saying I need one?”

He chokes out a laugh. “Fuck, no.”

I whimper, the ache inside me building in intensity as I continue to rub my clit against his dick. “Then why offer?”

He shakes his head, his jaw tight as he grinds out on a muttered groan, “Just want you to be safe. Always want you to feel safe.”

I shift my body without warning, raising my hips and moving my free hand to grip the base of his cock so I can rub the tip on my drenched opening. His breath catches, and he seems to be holding it, waiting to see what I’m going to do next.

I sink down an inch, then two, allowing my body to ease into the almost painful stretch of his girth. Dare curses behind me, yanking the restraints even harder as he grunts, “Toni, let me loose. Let me loose so I can touch you.”

I ignore his plea, sinking down even further, then sliding back up until just the head of his cock is inside me. I bring a hand up to my mouth, getting a handful of saliva, then reach down to smear my wet hand onto his rigid flesh.

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