Page 62 of Payoff Pitch
Oh no. He’s not going to go through with this.
But I’m wrong.Verywrong.
With his long fingers still wrapped around my wrists, tightly, he says something that I’ll never forget. “You may be used to being with undisciplined boys who fumble with excitement at the possibility of being with a woman like you. They may give you control, but that’s not how it is with me. I’m a real man and I like to be in control.” He pushes my hand between my legs and applies pressure to my pussy. “When you’re with me, you’re at my mercy. Tell me you understand.”
I’m dumbfounded, but I nod. I think I would promise him anything at this moment to make sure this happens.
In his deep voice, he gives me the approval I didn’t know I needed. “Good girl.”
For some reason, I’m panting. I haven’t moved in minutes, but I feel breathless. My heart is pounding so fast that it feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest.
His hands release my wrists and slowly skate up my back as he unclasps my bra. It falls away, freeing my breasts.
Cupping each, he breathes, “So fucking perfect.” He briefly tugs and twists each nipple, turning them into hardened peaks. It causes a slow throb to begin a steady pounding between my legs.
His fingers then find the waistband of my panties again. I momentarily bring my legs together and lift my hips as he slides them down my legs with no sense of urgency.
He’s so slow and controlled. I want to tear his clothes off, yet he meticulously and unhurriedly discards mine. My body is physically shaking in anticipation. I don’t know what he’s going to do next, and I’m here for it.
He removes his tie before instructing, “Put your wrists together and hold them out for me.”
Holy hell.
I do as I’m told, and he uses his tie to bind my wriststogether in some sort of expert fashion. Why does he know how to do this so well?
He asks, “Have you ever been tied up before?”
I shake my head. I haven’t, but I’ve fantasized about it ever since I opened that chest all those weeks ago.
“I’ll be gentle tonight, but I still want you to have a safe word.”
“A safe word?” I question.
He nods. “If at any point I become too much for you, use your safe word.”
“What is it?”
He thinks for a moment before a small smirk finds his big lips. “I think I might likepayoff pitch. It’s the ultimate decision, isn’t it?”
I smile at him using the phrase I had mentioned on the way to the camping trip. I whisper, “Okay.”
He manages to hook the tie to the handle of the cabinet above my head, leaving my arms suspended in the air. I’m naked and under his control. I’ve never been more turned on. My pussy is pulsing in anticipation.
His big hands cup the swells of my breasts as he bends and runs his tongue through my mouth. I attempt to deepen the kiss, but he pulls away and slaps my nipple. Hard.
I gasp but it causes a fluid to gush through my pussy.
He shakes his head. “No, no, no. I’m in control tonight. There may be times when I allow you to take some control, but that’s not tonight, sweet girl. Do you understand?”
I swallow and nod again.
He smiles at my answer before his tongue traces a line down my neck and chest until he reaches one of my nipples. He bites it, causing more moisture to pool between my legs. How can a person be this turned on?
Sucking my aching flesh into his mouth, he soothes the spot he just bit. I’m confident my nipples have never been this hard before.
His tongue then continues its downward descent. He mumbles into me, “So beautiful.”
Every inch he moves has my body thrumming. Throbbing.