For Your's

Part A2

(POV of the woman now. I decided to switch it up and I may stick with it)

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Although the round in the living room had tired me out and the second go in the kitchen had been more than amazing, I wasn't ready to stop. My t-shirt was ruined and he was going to regret that. Ah well, I guess work will just have to wait until morning. I'd made a mess all over the marble counter which was going to be a pain to clean off later, but very much so worth it. He had delivered. But this time it would be more.

He still sat on the floor opposite me catching his breath. But it was gradually slowing to normal. Before he could stand, I hopped off of the counter and walked the rest of the way to the bedroom, feeling his hot gaze on my still bare back. I had been saving some more "delicate" clothing for special occasions but this seemed an appropriate time. Rummaging through my closet I found the pink bag that contained several items I hoped no one would ever associate me with. Most of them black and made of strings and lace. However those would be for when I had something to wear on top of them. What I was looking for now was more... interesting, than that. Taking it out of the bag I set it underneath one of the large pillows at the top of the bed, added a coat of dark purple lipstick and lay in wait for him to come find me.

It didn't take long since he was as eager, if not more than I was. When he walked through the door I noticed that he was already at attention for me, although that doesn't take much. He walked over to the desk and found a couple of condoms in a drawer, tossing them onto the dresser. Seizing an opportunity to put to work the training I had gained from attending so many bachelorette parties, I reached over and picked one up tearing the package open. He looked at me in surprise and curiosity as I lowered my head and used my mouth to wrap his cock. Then leaning up and placing delicate kisses along his sharp jawline. Everywhere my lips touched a purple mark was left. A trail that began at his chin and slowly made its way down to his collarbone where I began biting and tugging on his skin leaving purple marks from more than just my lips. He was mine and he would know it. His moaning only encouraged my behavior as I made my way further down until I reached his hips. I stopped there to admire my handiwork and to retrieve what I had brought out earlier. When I crawled to the other side of the bed I could hear him straining to not take me right then and there. I reached under the pillow and pulled out several long silk ribbons and the t-shirt he had ripped off of me. Already anticipating what I was going to say next, he got up and lay on the bed, arms outstretched. I first removed the belt from my neck and placed it around his. Then I took the ribbon and tied his wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed frame. Lastly I took my now ripped shirt and tied it over his eyes. I am in control now. With his senses limited to four he would feel my every move, every touch. My everything. And by tying him down he would be helpless. Forced to do as I please.

I continue following the trail I had begun earlier, lower and lower until I am nearly kissing the base of his pulsing rod. I sit up and run my fingernails tenderly down the side of his body causing shivers of delight to run through him. I climb on top of him so that I am straddling his abdomen. I lower my body and grind on him. The smell of sweat and sex is almost overwhelming the air. I quickly clamber off of the bed, slip on a lacy bikini bottom and return to where I was positioned on top of him before. This time however I grind lower and deeper so that his erect dick is right below my entrance and I feel the both of us grow wetter. He is breathing heavily and all I want right now is to feel the bliss of having him inside of me. But I will wait. I release a long high pitched moan and watch as muscles all over his body tense up as he craves to be inside of me. I bend over so that my lips are brushing his ear and whisper "I wish you could feel how wet I am for you baby." I readjust so that the fullness of my tits are placed on his stomach as I bite and toy with his hardened nipples. Running my tongue over them and drawing circles around them I tease him, never doing what he wants me to do. What we both want to do.

"Oh God. OH God!!" I can tell that he can feel what I'm doing. And it's exactly the reaction I was hoping to draw out of him. He's so close that anything I do will be enough. As fast as humanly possible I slide off the panties that I know I will be using again in a matter of minutes and place myself above him. Applying a gentle amount of pressure so he knows I'm there I say,"Scream for me," and push myself down onto him as hard and as far as I can. Our calls mix in the air as he comes for me and I feel his full, hard cock deep inside of me pressing against my g-spot, driving me mad and making my toes curl. I don't want to move. It feels too good, but I do anyways. Cautiously pulling myself all of the way off of him and then slamming back down as soon as he's out of me. My stomach is clenched and I know that one more thrust will be all I need from him. So I don't. Instead I hold his hips tightly and bounce. Driving him to my very center with each small lift and drop. I watch and feel as we both come in unison.

Sliding off of his lap I reach to pick up another condom, and simultaneously remove the other. After the first is disposed of I take the fresh one and roll it onto him, with my hands this time but not before licking off what's left on him. Realizing that the positional options while he was tied down fully are limited, I removed his makeshift blindfold and untie his ankles unwilling to relinquish full power to him just yet. This time though, I want him to watch. I adjust so that my feet are by his shoulders and I'm sitting on his legs, while placing the majority of my weight on my arms. He can see all of me perfectly from where he is, thinking about it makes a pink tinge rise to my cheeks that's not from exertion. Once I find where to place myself I slowly push him into me. It seems like he goes on forever but I don't wait until he's fully in me to start pulling back. I can hear his exasperated sigh and quickly push back down only to leave him again a second later. This agonizingly slow pace is making him go insane. I thrust myself onto him quickly and draw back slowly, three times in quick succession. The gasps and moans he emits make me tighten around him. And I thinks he's realized the effect he had on me. Grumbling under his breath but loud enough for me to hear he swears, "Ughn, fuck. The things you do to me." Hearing this a pool forms between my knees and runs down the curve of my ass until it soaks into the white bedsheets, drenching them. Now I'm determined to make him regret doing that. I pull back so that he is once again pressing at my entrance. Begging to enter back in. And he will beg. "No, I need to be in you. Fuck it felt good," he waits expectantly. "Why aren't you thrusting? Shit, shit shit." A string of curses flows out of his lips.

I control him now. "Beg."

"What? Oh come on..." I start to pull away from him. "No! No please. I'm begging of you."

Good that's how it should be, "Now. Who is in control here?"

"You are in control of me."

Before the last word even begins to form on his tender pink lips I've already thrust onto him several times. Beads of sweat have formed on the surface of my forehead but I ignore them and instead concentrate and rotating my hips with each heave of my body. I could feel him reach every inch of my insides and even places I didn't know existed. Again I screamed. Screamed his name until my lungs were empty. I'm sure that he was screaming mine too. The neighborhood is going to hate us. After that orgasmic moment I collapsed briefly on the bead. Each breath burned my lungs and my hair was sticking to my body. Whether it was sweat or something else didn't matter. There was a long...... night, ahead of me.