Page 1 of First Time

Chapter 1

Daniel

My client for the night hung upright from the ring affixed to her ceiling, my ropes crossing her torso with intricate knots that had taken me over an hour to tie. I’d bent her legs back and bound her heels to her thighs with a frog tie, and her hands clasped behind her neck were also secured in place. Simple brushes of my fingertips over her pale, smooth skin had her hovering near euphoria long before I’d hefted her body into the air.

Suspended upright, she swung gently and in silence except for her heightened breaths, the top of her head level with my chin. Her long, blonde hair hung down her back like a golden waterfall, caressing her curved spine and the globes of her bare, rounded ass.

I stepped between her spread knees, my leather pants keeping my flaccid cock from pressing into her ass crack. The scent of expensive perfume lingered after her long day at work beneath hot cameras and her producer’s intense stare.

“Color, Bunny?” I murmured against her ear.

“Green,” she replied, barely more than a needy whisper.

She’d shared about her day on set when I’d first arrived for our scene, how the stress had taken her to the limit of her ability to perform. Thus, her reason for calling Elite Escorts, desperate for a last-minute appointment with their shibari master.

Me.

Daniel Cooney, a six-foot-five wall of muscled Dom who intimidated the hell out of clients until I allowed them to get to know me better. Sitting down and explaining the power dynamic between dominants and submissives to new customers always brought calm to their nervous tension when they realized my insides didn’t match my exterior.

And when they gave consent for me to use bondage to set them free?

Fucking magic emanated from my caring hands and concentrated attention fixed solely on helping them find release.

“Are you ready to come for me?” My hot breath on her earlobe sent a tremor through her.

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned her response, free in a way she never could be at a BDSM club due to her TV personality.

Reaching around her body, I found her folds slick with arousal but took care to not dip into her heat.

Bunny’s limits included penetration of anything outside of toys. She didn’t allow kissing on any part of her body either. No teeth. No tongue. But I knew how to use my hands and all ten fingers to the best of my ability when it came to rigging clients and sending their minds into oblivion.

The dildo I’d chosen for her that night had girth and length outside the norm, but she loved when I used it on her needy pussy. The silicone made a squelching noise as I slid it deep inside her core.

Bunny released a guttural groan, her head tipping back against my shoulder as I slowly fucked her with the toy. “So good, Sir,” she panted, pliant in my arms.

I hummed my approval over her pleasure, wishing my own body found some sense of fulfillment outside of a job well done.

“Let go for me, Bunny.” I leaned down to press my cheek against hers. She shivered beneath my fingertips trailing down her bare torso. Goose bumps rose in my touch’s wake between cords of rope. I dipped over her pubis, and she whimpered, shifting against my chest as I caressed over her prominent clit. “That’s it,” I murmured, peering down over her harnessed chest to watch my fingers strum her hardened nub.

Her breaths grew frantic, gasped inhales. Shudders rippled over her. Her cheek grew clammy against mine as sweat rose to coat her body.

I fucked her with the dildo and rubbed over her clit with firm pressure, my pride getting off on how she gave over to her body’s need for release.

“Come all over my hand, Bunny.”

She cried out, her body tensing and then trembling through orgasm.

“Such a good girl,” I crooned, nuzzling against her ear.

Wetness dripped onto the hardwood floor of her bedroom, the musky sweetness of her cum filling my nose.

“You soaked me, Bunny. Fuck.” I groaned along with her, taking pleasure in her release even though no arousal slid through my blood. She hung in rapture while I stood in reality, unfulfilled and left wanting, my dick still limp inside my leathers.

Quietness settled over us, and I slowly pulled the toy from her pussy. “Okay?” I asked quietly, soothing her hip with a gentle caress.

“Yes, Sir.” Her breathless tone made me smile as satisfaction swelled up inside my chest.

Twenty minutes later, I sat against her headboard, cradling my favorite client’s slight form in my arms. She’d had a bottle of water to drink, but I continued to hold her as she came down, her body a limp noodle on my lap.

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