Page 22 of Dark Daze

I laughed softly. "That was always my favourite colour."

"I like it too, but I've always had a preference for pink." He ran the tip of one finger around my nipple.

"Really?" His touch burned like fire through my blood. "I've always liked reddish purple too." I curled my fingers around his cock.

He grunted eloquently and thrust a couple of times into my hand. "I don't want to come like this."

"Where do you want to come?" I swiped the pad of my thumb over the tip of his cock. It was already slick with pre-cum.

"I'm not currently able to make an important decision like that," he said. "I'll come wherever you want me to come. Whenever you want me to come."

A guy who wanted me to take charge, that was a refreshing change. I liked being submissive, but I could switch.

I glanced around the room before settling on what I needed. I took his hand and pulled him over to a chair in the corner. I shoved him down onto it, then grabbed the cord out of a dressing gown hanging beside my bridesmaid dress. I yanked it free of its loops and tugged it experimentally. It would do.

He looked at me with curiosity, his eyebrows high when I grabbed his wrists and placed them on the arms of the chairs.

I tied one of his wrists to the chair with the cord, then wound it around the back of the chair and tied his other wrist.

"This wasn't how I thought this afternoon would go, but I like it." He grinned.

"Good," I said. "If you didn't, I'd have to find something to gag you with."

He chuckled, but it turned into a groan when I knelt in front of him, placed my palms on his thighs and took his cock into my mouth.

He was a big mouthful, but tasty.

I pried his thighs further apart, and caressed his balls with my fingertips.

"Holy fuck, woman," he ground out. "Your mouth is—" He bucked his hips up to meet me, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. His eyes half closed and his mouth turned up in a blissed out smile.

Right before he came, I slipped my mouth off him.

"Tease," he groaned.

"Don't let me reconsider that gag," I warned.

He smiled, his lips pressed tightly together.

I got to my feet and straddled his lap, my knees to either side of him. My eyes locked firmly on his, I lowered myself slowly, impaling my hungry pussy on his cock.

"Mmmm." His eyes were fully shut now, his lips slightly apart.

I angled myself so my clit rubbed against him each time I rose and fell, sliding up and down his length.

"You feel so good inside me," I said, breathless from exertion and pleasure. Being in control didn't hurt either. A big boy like him could stop me anytime he wanted to, but he relinquished control and I liked it. It was addicting.

"Mmmhmm," he said in agreement. He drew his lower lip in between his teeth and bit down, his hips moving faster.

"Not yet," I ordered. If a guy could make me wait, then I could do the same to them. Right?

He made a sound of protest, but slowed slightly, his arms straining against the cord.

"Good boy," I told him.

His eyebrows twitched and he smiled. Evidently that worked both ways too.

I rubbed myself against him harder, faster, letting his cock work my G spot at the same time. My breath came in ragged pants out my nose.