Page 151 of Ward Willing
“Since you’re so new at this,” I mutter, fingers working the soft leather through the silver buckles, “you should know that red means stop, yellow means pause and/or slow down, and green means keep going. I will be checking in for the duration of our scene. Is that understood?”
Zoe nods, her cheek against the soft duvet.
“I need to hear you say it, baby girl.”
My nickname for her slips out, but it doesn’t seem to deter her.
“I understand,” she says, her voice hoarse.
“Good.”
I finish securing the restraint, but I don’t move her. Instead, I gently push her legs apart, so that I have a clear view of her bare cunt.
“I can never get enough of you,” I mutter, running a hand over her ass.
“You’ve never had me,” she grinds out, still pretending.
“Mmm. You’re right. But I imagined it every single time I saw you sitting in my class.”
“What did you imagine?” she chokes out as I let my index finger trail over her wet center.
“You, legs spread just like this, over my desk in the classroom.”
“It’s a shame we never got the opportunity,” she mumbles, groaning when I insert one finger.
Just that noise and the feel of her pussy sucking me into her has my control nearly shattering around me.
“We’ll have to make up for lost time,” I murmur, taking my other hand and running my fingers through her shortened hair. Using the hand that was inside of her, I unzip my pants and free my cock. “I’m not normally this impatient, but I’ve been waiting years to be inside of you,” I grit out, sliding my cock inside of her without warning.
She lets out a tiny gasp as I slip easily between her legs.
“You are perfect,” I growl, fingers tightening in her hair.
“So are you.”
I look down and watch as her hands curl into fists. “Tell me what you need.”
“I want—the restraint—” she mutters, questioning herself.
“Tell me,” I repeat. “Use your words, Ms. Arma.” Slowly pulling out, I don’t thrust all the way in. Instead, I stop moving completely.
“I’d like the restraints a bit tighter.”
Grinding my jaw, I reach down and try to will my hands not to shake as I relive one of the worst nights of my life.
“Fine. One hole at a time.”
“That’s what she said,” Zoe whispers.
I laugh. “Very funny. Take a deep breath.”
She does, and I tighten the strap around her ribs. Her cunt flutters around me when she realizes how tight it is, and I groan as I begin working on the arm loops—tightening them by one hole.
When I’m finishing, my cock is throbbing—not because I’ve been fucking her, but because with each tightened restraint, her core clenched tightly around my cock. I still need the friction to come, but feeling her pulse around me like that has me a hell of a lot closer to coming now.
“How’s that?” I ask.
“Tighter,” Zoe begs.
