𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 |𝟏𝟖+ (#𝟏)

𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈 |*

20
ALESSANDRO VITALE
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Amber had a predisposition to love her pleasure with a touch of pain, so the assortment of materials she chose from the secret compartment behind her side of the closet came as no surprise to me. The coils of cotton rope bindings that lay next to her, freshly washed and conditioned, were already tied to the four corners of our bed above by metal hooks. When she mentioned the potential of winning our little bet for my mother's lasagne recipe, I showed her how to tie the ropes and attach the chains.

My hand tugs at the ones near the foot of the bed, and I see she took to it fast, securing them firmly enough that they wouldn't come free from the tugging I knew she'd do tonight. There was also a vibrator, a riding crop, nipple clamps, and a ball gag that I wasn't going to use tonight. Every moan and sob I wrenched from her throat tonight I yearned to hear.

Amber was kneeling near the edge of the bed, so I could feel the heat radiating off her body when I stepped right in front of her. She waited for me, naked from head to toe, as per my specific instructions. Her breasts were heavy from arousal, legs clenched tight in want.

"You did a good job with the ropes, bambina," I brush against her chin. Her gaze is drawn to my abs, the delicate lines that trace a route to my adonis belt, the print of my erection sitting comfortably on the inner of my thigh, printing through the grey sweatpants I was wearing. She licks her lips, and I envision them wrapped around me, eager for what I have to offer. "No hands. Put them behind your back, above your waist and keep them there" I direct her, with a chuckle.

She obeys my commands as I untie the knot in my sweatpants and ride them down my body. She keeps a close eye on my dick as it passes just over my belly button and extends her tongue out, ready and willing for me to put it in her mouth. Greedy. At the sight, precum drips from the tip, and I tap it against her warm, moist tongue before gently gliding farther into her mouth, where she clamps her lips around me, sucking hard as I draw back, the warmth of her mouth driving me insane. She sucks the tip hard, her tongue going down the underside to the base, before wrapping her warm wet mouth over me. "Fuck." I say as I gently push in for another thrust, my hands tangled in her hair.

The riding crop was neatly spread out alongside her kneeled body, so I took it with my left hand and carefully ran it up and down the backs of her thighs. I thwart it forward, a sting reverberating in the air and my dick suppressing her moan.

She gets used to my size and starts bobbing her head back and forth, bringing me farther to the back of her throat, small groans sending vibrations up my spine. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, my grasp on her hair tightening. Spit spilled off my dick and fell on the white blankets at the edge of the bed, and she drew back fully, sliding her lips to my balls and sucking them softly and gently. "Shit."

She smells amazing, like a combination of her vanilla-scented body wash and my citrusy musk, and her aroma wafts to my head with every movement of her sucking and moaning around me, causing my thoughts to become frozen. When my gaze meets hers, her eyes widen, and I can't take my attention away. She smirks as she moves to swallow me in one fluid motion, remaining motionless around me as I touch the back of her throat. She gags before drawing back, taking a breath, and repeating the process. My toes curled into the rug as I grasped her neck and tugged her back to look at me, tears roll down her cheek.

"Tap my legs three times if it's too much for you."

The noises that came from her mouth were enough to cause me to lose my train of thoughts. I've dreamed about it, and believe me, it's even better in real life. "You look so fucking good sucking me, bambina." I express this while fucking her face. Her eyes are reddened from emotions, her jaw is stiff from my repeated movements, and her hands are wanting to touch me. She mumbles something incoherent, and I chuckle at her as I smile at the swirl of saliva that has formed around my shaft.