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Lach looks like a golden god against the deep charcoal of the bedsheets. His breath hitches as I trace my fingertips from freckle to freckle, zigzagging over the ridges of his chest, his abs, stopping just shy of the base of his cock. He circles my wrist with his fingers, pulling my palm against his length, thrusting against me.

"Naughty boy," I whisper, pulling out of his grasp, determined to torture him as much as he tortured me over the last twelve hours.

"When I agreed to let you do what you want, I didn't realize you would punish me."

"Don't act so surprised when you're the one who started this." I smirk. I climb off the bed and walk to the dresser, rifling through the drawers until I find what I want.

I hold up the ties and his eyes burn with the fire of a thousand suns.

"Do naughty boys get tied up?" he asks, the corner of his mouth pulling up.

"Today they do," I say as I drop my bra and underwear on the floor. I straddle his legs and pull his left wrist to the headboard, leaning forward to loop the tie through the slat and around his wrist. He turns his head and nips at my nipple, then opens his mouth wide and sucks me in. The pull of his mouth shoots a bolt of lust to my core, I thread my fingers through his hair and pull his mouth back to my breast, my body thrumming. He slides his free hand over the curve of my ass, then lower, sinking a finger into me with a low groan.

I clench around him, strung tight enough to cum from one touch. I grind against his hand, whimpering as his fingers brush against my ass.

"Who's in charge here?" he whispers, catching my lips with his and pulling me into a scorching kiss.

I pull away, panting. "I am, damn it. Give me your other hand." I bite my tongue to keep from groaning in disappointment as he pulls out of me. He licks me off his finger, his eyes rolling back as he tastes me.

"You have no fucking idea how good you taste, Charlie," he rasps, offering me his hand.

I loop the tie around his wrist, tying another slip knot. I steady my breathing and push myself back so I’m sitting on his thighs. The bottle of chocolate sauce is still warm as I grab it from the nightstand and carefully drizzle it around his head, catching the drips with my tongue before they run down his shaft and make a mess. I take only his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue over him. He pushes his hips off the bed, desperate for me to take all of him.

I give him what he wants, sinking down until my lips press against taut skin. I breathe through my nose, swallowing around him, hollowing my cheeks as I slide back up. I meet his gaze as I run my tongue along the underside of his cock, sucking on his frenulum.

His composure cracks, naked lust evident in every tortured line on his face. The broken moan that escapes his lips echoes through me, urging me higher. I take him in my mouth again, taking him as deep as he'll go, worshipping him.

"God, Charlie," he grunts, flexing his hips and making me gag. He struggles at his restraints as I take him in again, lightly scraping my teeth over him. One jerk and his wrists are free and he’s wrapping my hair in his fists, pulling my head back. There’s a feral look in his eyes, nostrils flared, chest heaving in and out. Fuck yes.

"My fucking turn," he growls, lifting me so my pussy is level with his mouth. He holds my gaze while dragging his tongue through my folds and over my clit. My body trembles, a whimper escaping my lips as he traces his fingers down my crack, slipping in to caress the sensitive skin there. I buck against his mouth, but he holds me still, pulling me in tighter, pulsing his tongue against my clit, alternating pressure with soft licks. Bringing me right to the edge and backing off until I'm begging him not to stop. He lowers me down his body until we’re face-to-face, his gaze locked with mine. I cradle his face, pressing my lips to his. He smells like sex and lust and me. I moan as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, fucking me with it. I wiggle in his grip until he loosens his hold, then lower myself so his cock slides between my legs, the head nestled against my clit. I roll my hips over him, lifting up on my knees and positioning him at my entrance. We stay like that, frozen in time, both of us shaking with need. Then I sink down, impaling myself.

"God," he groans, his fingers digging into my hips. He slams into me once, twice, then hooks his leg through mine and flips me over onto my back. I lock my legs around him, trying to keep him inside me, but he pulls out, sucking first one nipple, then the other into his mouth. I arch against him, never wanting him to stop.

"You're so fucking sexy," he groans, running his hand along my waist and over my hips. He slams into me again, looking down at where we’re joined. "Your pussy stretches so pretty for me," he rasps, running his thumbs along my pussy lips, then up to my clit, rolling it between his fingers. My back bows, my fingers scrambling for purchase on the bed. He pulls out, hooking his hands under my thighs and lifts my ass off the bed.

"Do you know what we forgot?" he breathes, grabbing the base of his cock and positioning it at the top of my ass crack.

"What?" I moan, trying to wiggle out of his grip and regain some control.

He bears down with his pelvis, his cock sliding up through my crack, catching against my puckered skin.

"The butt plug." He does a complicated maneuver, and suddenly, I'm face down on the bed, my knees under me, my ass in the air.

"I like you like this," he chuckles, his voice low and gravelly. "Willing and pliant and ready to do whatever the fuck I want as long as I allow you to cum."

The feminist in me wants to scream in protest, but he's right.

He straddles my legs, putting pressure on my lower back, tilting my pelvis to give him better access. He drags the head of his cock over me, back and forth, back and forth, until I'm trembling with need.

"Please," I whisper, so quiet I'm afraid he won’t hear me.

He does.

He pushes into me slowly, a quarter inch at a time, until he bottoms out. I circle my hips, reaching between my legs and sliding my fingers over my clit as he pulls out and slams back in. When he pulls back again, I try to follow him with my body, but he pushes me to the bed, pulling my knees out from under me, so I'm lying flat on my stomach.

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