“Fucking hell,” he said, looking me up and down.
I shivered, like his gaze was his tongue on my skin.
He grabbed a handful of my tits and let out a soft sigh. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about touching these. They’re just as soft as I imagined.” He rubbed his thumbs in circles around my nipples, which stiffened into hard peaks. “I’ve thought about this for so long, and now I finally have you in my bed. Now, I can finally do all the fucked-up things to you I’ve been dreaming about.” He let go of me and dug in his drawer, taking out restraints.
He tied up my wrist and ankles to each corner of the bed frame until I was spread eagle. I squirmed. I was completely exposed, my legs spread. Air felt cool against my fiery hot core.
I found my voice. “Is tying me up really necessary?” I asked.
“I don’t want to give you a chance to run away. Not this time.”
Ben settled between my legs, his grip firm on my thighs. I could feel his hot breath against my clit.
“What do you mean?” I managed.
“That night on the couch…I thought I’d finally get to shove my tongue inside of you. But then you walked away, leaving me high and dry. I’m not letting that happen again.”
And, before I could respond to that, his warm, wet tongue was against my cunt. He licked up and down the slit, pushing between the lips and lapping up all my arousal. Then, just like he promised, he shoved his tongue into my hole and my whole body went tense at the lewd invasion.
It felt good. It felt really fucking good. But I started shifting my hips, because what I really wanted him to do was lick upwards, to my clit.
“Needy slut,” Ben murmured, then flicked his tongue against my sensitive nub and my legs started shaking immediately because holy fuck, no guy had ever done it like that before. He’d go fast, then slowly draw circles around my clit, then suck on it ever so gently, driving me completely crazy. Wetness leakedout of me — I could feel it dripping past my asshole onto the bedsheets.
I raised my head, looking at Ben working so hard between my legs. I understood it now. He was a devil, disguised as a nerdy college student. He needed the disguise, otherwise he’d be too powerful. Too dangerous.
I dropped my head back on the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut. Oh god. I was going to come —
He pulled his mouth off me. I blinked, taking a moment to understand. Then I glared at him. “What the fuck, Ben?” I demanded.
“You’re only allowed to cum on my cock.” He was wiping his mouth.
“You’re not the boss of me.”
“Yes, I am, princess.” The pet name made my stomach flip. “Look at yourself. You’re tied up on my bed. I’m in control here.” He gently smacked my pussy, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through me. “You’re only allowed to cum when I’m inside you,” he said. “There’s nothing that feels better than a cunt twitching and spasming on my cock. Understand?”
I could see there was no way to argue. Not that I even wanted to argue. Hearing Ben being bossy…even slightly degrading…turned me on like nothing else. Maybe it’s because I didn’t expect it.
“I understand.” My voice was small. Submissive.
Ben nodded once, then started undoing the restraints. Was he finished with them that quickly? That was kind of disappointing.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Getting you to flip over,” he replied. Once all the restraints were untied, he put a blindfold on me. Everything turned black, and I had no choice but to obey Ben as he turned me around, so I was on my hands and knees. He put the restraints on again, somy hands were stretched out in front of me, my face buried in the mattress.
“Ass up and arch your back,” he ordered. Something landed on one of my cheeks and I flinched. He’d justspankedme. “You can do better than that,” he murmured. “Come on, show me how much you want it.”
I did what he asked, arching my back as much as I could, my ass high in the air. I probably looked so needy. So slutty.
With the blindfold on, I couldn’t see anything, even if I looked over my shoulder. All of my other sensations were heightened. My rapid heartbeat. The rustle of Ben’s clothes. Was he undressing?
“If I hadn’t tied your wrists up, I’d ask you to reach behind yourself and spread yourself for me. This isn’t so bad, though.” His voice was rough.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Stroking myself.” His breaths were heavy now. “Fuck, I could come like this, just looking at you. Maybe I should make you my personal pornstar. It wouldn’t be hard. You wouldn’t have to do anything. Just strip naked in front of me and let me jerk off to the sight of you.” He grunted. “God, that’s good. Can’t let myself cum, though. Not when I’ve got a soaking pussy in front of me.”
“I-I never knew you had such a filthy mouth,” I said.
