Page 14 of Pleasured

“When you called me Angel, sir,” she replies, and I hold back the moan she elicited by calling me that.

“When did you suspect?”

“When I thought I saw you at Club Desire, sir,” I shake my head. “But you scream, Dom, once I opened my eyes for it. I had several men I was interested in, but you ruined me, and we hadn’t even been sexual. The way you took care of your parents even when you didn’t want to and the way you forgave your brother after years of animosity let me know you are the kind of Dom I know would take care of me in every way, even if it meant inconveniencing yourself and I couldn’t ask for more, sir.”

“Stand,” I say, finally releasing her from her position. “You could ask for more, Angel. You could ask for anything.” I take out the key, opening the door to my own sexual paradise. “Let's talk Angel, and then we can scratch both of our itches.”

As hard as it is, I make sure Trinitee and I go over some ground rules, and I want to make sure she is okay with entering into this type of relationship with me. We go over what we call each other, or rather what is acceptable for her to call me, her hard limits and soft ones, a safe word, etc., but at the end of it all, I hear the words I have wanted to hear since I have met her.

“Do you agree to this, Trinitee?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then assume the position,” I tell her and wait on bated breath for her to follow my command. She stands from her seat, takes off her clothes, folds them neatly, and places them in the cabinet before going to the middle of the room and taking the same position I found her in outside of the doorway. I am so hard in my pants that it hurts. She is nothing short of extraordinary, all of those abundant curves on display for my pleasure. I briefly think back on all those pencil-thin women I was with and wonder what the hell I was thinking. Maybe that was why I always needed more than one, and was never fully satisfied enough to collar any of them. “Now that I have you here like this, I hardly know where to begin,” I tell her, meaning it. I lightly grasp her throat, squeezing it lightly before running my hand down to her heavy breast, lifting it, testing its weight in my palm. “Do you know how long I have waited for you? I can barely control myself right now; the urge to bend you over the tantric chair and fuck you is riding me hard, but I am determined to take my time.” Slowly I make my way down her torso, past her stomach and finally to her pussy. “You’re already soaked,” I say as I run my fingers along her plump lips. My fingers are covered in her wetness, and I am unable to deny the pleasure of tasting her. I pop my fingers in her mouth, groaning from the taste that explodes on my tongue.

“Up,” I command. “Go bend over the chair.” And she scrambles to obey. She sits on the chair and slowly lays back, leaving her sopping-wet pussy on display for me to enjoy. I kneel between her legs, place both legs on my shoulders, and lean in, running my tongue from the base of her pussy to her clit.God damn!I think. The taste test I had before pales in comparison to getting it straight from the source. Her moan is music to my ears, and I am already addicted to hearing it. I use my thumbs to open her plump lips and look my fill at the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. This first round will be quick and dirty; the next may be too. I’ll eventually get to the point where I can take my time with her. I suck on her lips, pulling each one in my mouth before fucking her with my tongue. Her hands burrow themselves in my hair. I pull back. “Grab the handles and keep them there,” I growl out at her.

“Yes, sir,” she pants out. “Please, sir.”

She begs, and it is music to my ears. “Please, what, Angel?”

“I need you. I have to have you inside of me.”

“And I will be, Angel, when I am ready and not a moment before, understand?”

“Yes sir,” she says, sounding like she is on the verge of tears. I go back to eating her pussy. I slip a finger inside of her. She clinches around my finger when I take her clit in between my teeth before I suck on it hard. I want her orgasm; I need it like I need air to breathe. I add another finger, curling them upwards to stimulate her G-spot. She instantly goes rigid beneath my mouth and then explodes. She bucks so hard I fight to keep her clit in my mouth, but I do continue to milk her g spot, prolonging her orgasm until she collapses back down to the chair, weak and damn near hyperventilating.

“Breathe Angel,” I encourage. “You’re delicious, taste.” I offer her the fingers drenched in her essence, and she sucks on them without hesitation tasting herself. “On the bed, Angel,” I tell her helping her get up. I watch as she wobbles to the bed and literally collapses on it. Giving her a second to rest, I take my time unbuttoning my shirt, pulling the tail free from my slacks. “Eyes,” the command cracks across the room, making her obey instantly. I move to my belt and the button and zipper on my pants and stop. I do not bother bending over to take off my shoes; I simply toe them off. By this time, I’m standing next to the bed looking at her look at me. I grab my length through my pants, and I swear I see her fight not to look.

“Do you want it, Angel?” I ask even though I already know the answer.

“Yes, sir.”

“Where?” I ask, and she hesitates with her answer. “Are you hesitating because you can’t decide where you want me first or because you are too shy to answer the question? Are you ashamed, baby? Talk to me.”

“Maybe a bit of both.”

“I know this is new to us, but you never have to be embarrassed to ask me for anything. If you want me to fuck you in the middle of the street in broad daylight, I will. If you want me to fuck your throat, pussy, or ass, tied up, blindfolded, or suspended, I will do it. If you need me to spank you, soft or hard, if you like being my little slut, that is fine with me. My job, my main concern is keeping you safe, protected, and happy. I will never judge you, and there is nothing off-limits with us. If there is something you want that I am not providing, all you have to do is ask, and we can talk about it. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl, now where do you want me?”

“I want you in my mouth and my ass, but I really need to cum. I haven’t really cum in so long, and I need it.”

“I see, well don’t worry, I plan on fucking you everywhere, but first let me take the edge off.” I take her wrist, securing it to the cuff attached to the headboard, repeating the action with her other and both ankles until she is spread eagle on the bed.

“All of the toys are brand new. Also, in my rush, I forgot to let you see my test results on my online medical records, but I am clean. I do not want to wear a condom with you, but I will if that is what you want.”

“I’m clean too, and I am on birth control. I don’t want anything between us either,” she says.

I pull my pants and underwear off, standing before her completely naked, and watch her eyes widen when she finally sees my dick, hard and ready to be inside of her.

“Oh, it’s been too long for me to be able to handle that,” she says, making me chuckle.

“Don’t worry, Angel, you can handle him.” I pull the wand out of the velvet-lined drawer, climb up on the bed, lifting her legs up on my thighs. Taking my dick in my hand, I rub the head through her soaked pussy lips, mixing our juices together until I put my head at her opening. “Eyes,” I command again when she closes her eyes. As soon as she looks at me, I turn the wand on and put it on her clit, making her shriek in surprise and pleasure. The chains to the restraints clink as she pulls against them and succumbs to the pleasure the wand is giving her.

“Are you going to cum, Angel? Are you going to ruin these sheets with your cum? Let me see you cum for me, baby,” I say, turning the intensity up, and before the last word is out, she wraps her hands around the chains, bows her back, and cums, hard. Her mouth opens, and a scream comes out of her that makes me want to beat my chest. I get so wrapped up in how beautiful she looks that I almost miss my chance. Just as she is coming down from her orgasm, I slide inside of her until my balls are pressed against her ass, and she cums again from the intrusion.Oh, my fucking goodness!I think as I feel her pussy contract around my length, she feels like home; she has the type of pussy a man would happily go to prison for. I pull out to the tip and push back in, repeating until I am fucking her hard. If her feet weren’t shackled to the foot of the bed, she would be sliding to the headboard. Placing the forgotten wand back on her clit, I reach up and grasp her neck, cutting off her blood flow.

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