He leaned down, tongue brushing my clit this time instead of that teasing press of his lips. I moaned, my thighs fighting to close and his strength stopping them from moving.
Ambrose teased me until I was struggling for real, desperate to get close to his mouth. “I love the way you need me,” he murmured. “I love how you want to be restrained but are always frantic and straining by the end.”
His sweet nothings lit me up, causing me to ache in a spot dangerously close to my heart. They were words I couldn’t stomach hearing except under these circumstances, and he made sure to give them to me every time.
When he finally dove in with the intent of making me come, I arched and shouted at the ceiling. He was better than anyone else at eating pussy, and I never could last long. Each stroke of his tongue shot me closer to the ultimate pleasure until I reached it.
My body writhed through the orgasm, my breath coming in quick pants. He didn’t give me time to come down. Ambrose ripped the tie from my wrists, flipped me to my knees, and re-tied the silk with my hands behind my back. When he pushed me over I yelped, but he was careful to catch me before I face planted into the bed. My cheek came to rest gently on the blanket.
His cock rubbed against my pussy and his fingers dug into the globes of my ass as he let out a strangled groan. “Tell me how badly you want me.”
I always had to tell him everything with my words and not my body. With how much I was dripping for him, he knew the answer. But, like being restrained, I loved being forced into words I never would have otherwise said.
“I’m desperate for your cock,” I whimpered.
I saw the way he looked down at me, reverent affection filling his gaze. I always pretended it was my pussy that gave him that look—it was easier to swallow than the reality.
“Yeah, doll? Tell me more.”
He pressed his tip to my entrance, teasing me with the possibility of him slamming home.
“You know I love being your fuck doll, Sir,” I moaned. Words spilled out that would have made me red with shame if I’d been in the company of anyone else. “I need you to fuck me until I forget my name. Until I’m only your needy doll.”
This time his growl vibrated all the way down to his cock and I pushed my hips back. His hands stopped me from moving, but he didn’t keep me waiting any longer.
I moaned as he speared me with his length. He was thick enough around that it was borderline uncomfortable when he first pushed inside. Then the discomfort always melted to arousal as my pussy adjusted to letting him fuck me.
“Always so fucking tight,” he hissed. “I know you don’t let anyone else fuck this pussy, do you doll? You’re only mine. You were made to take my cock.”
My only response was another moan. For this, he didn’t expect words. He was under no illusions of exclusivity, no matter how he liked to add it to his dirty talk in bed.
I would never admit he was the only one I fucked and had been since we started years ago. There was no one else I trusted enough, but telling him that would only complicate an already delicate situation.
Those thoughts flitted away when he bottomed out, the stretch blanking my mind once again. I tried to separate my arms, pussy gushing when I couldn’t. His fingers dug into my ass, bruising me as he stopped me from controlling anything. Ambrose fucked me on his own terms, slow at first with a gradual increase of speed.
“More,” I begged.
He wasn’t fucking me with full strokes. Only half of his length was inside, and it wasn’t hitting deep enough to make me see stars. There wasn’t the pleasant feeling of his knot bumping against my clit with every motion.
Ambrose grunted, smacking my ass with the rough palm of his hand. “If I give you more, I’ll be filling your pussy up with cum.”
“Please, Sir.”
His hand slid across my hip and down to the apex of my thighs, finding my clit with unerring accuracy.
“You need to come for me first, doll.”
“I will,” I said. “Fuck me and I will,please.”
The next thrust was full of everything that had been missing. Rough domination, his cock plunging deep enough inside me it almost made me fight to get away. I didn’t, trying to match his thrusts and frustratingly being held in place.
It didn’t matter. Even without my help, we were both going to explode.
Pressure built in the pit of my stomach until the world evaporated and I screamed with pleasure. I trembled, pulsing beneath him as he groaned and stuttered to a stop. Ambrose cursed as he filled me, his release combined with mine making my thighs slick and messy.
He took a while to stop panting, his cock going soft and slipping out of me. When he let me go I slumped to the bed on my stomach, unable to hold myself up. He undid the tie around my wrists, placing it on my side table and kissing the reddened spots where the fabric had trapped me.
“I’ll clean you up, doll. Be right back.”
