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*DING*
The doorbell jangles above me as I push the red-painted door open and step inside.
"Welcome to The Spice Rack, let me know if I can give you a hand with anything," chirps the woman behind the counter with a toothy grin.
"Thank you," I smile back. "I think I know what I'm looking for."
I wander slowly around the shop, taking everything in, from the plush ruby carpet to the sensuous music floating through the speakers mounted to the wall.
Everything you could ever imagine — and probably a few things you can't — hangs on the walls here. It's not my first time in this sex shop, but this time I'm here with one very specific purpose in mind.
My eyes scan the shelves, searching, searching... Pocket-sized vibrators, edible massage oils, anal beads and — ah! Leather straps. Metal cuffs. Silky ropes.
A thrill runs through me as my fingers trail over the smooth latex and cold steel in front of me. My pulse quickens, my skin tingling as I think about using these tools — binding. Restraining. Dominating.
A soft whimper escapes my lips and heat instantly builds between my thighs as I snatch a set of leather cuffs from the shelf. They're soft, yet sturdy. Strong. Perfect.
My mind races with possibilities as a row of small black leather paddles with red cut-out hearts catch my eye.
'One thing at a time,' I tell myself, even as I reach for them. I slide one off the hanger, feeling the weight on it in my hands, testing it on my palm.
The slap of leather on skin sends a ripple through me from head to toe, and the sharp sting is delicious.
I turn next to the open rack of lingerie, sifting through everything, from latex nurses' costumes to sequinned hot pants, lacy undies… I pause when my eyes land on a sexy black set — a cage bra with straps intricately woven across the breasts and back, studded with gold hardware. Buckles, hooks, and dainty chains drape from the band.
The matching garter-style suspender and g-string complete the set, and I'm consumed with how it would feel on my body.
Powerful.
"Perfect," I breathe, selecting my size and hurrying to the register, eager to get home and show my partner my new toys.
As the shop assistant rings up my purchase, tapping away on an old-school cash register — a cute touch — I have an idea.
"Hey, can I use your change room? I want to surprise my partner when I get home…"
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He's in the kitchen when I walk in.
Dressed in his Levi's, no shirt, no shoes… I feel myself get wet at just the sight of him standing there, smirk on his face, arms crossed over his toned chest.
Two glasses of red wine sit ready on the counter, but I have more… urgent needs.
"Come with me," I say, grabbing his hand and dragging him straight to the bedroom.
I spin to face him, my heart pounding, a whirlwind of excitement and nerves swirling in my stomach. I inhale deeply, grounding myself in the moment.
I reach up, my fingertips gliding along the sharp contour of his jaw, his skin warm beneath my touch. Gently, I guide him backward onto the bed, where he lands with a soft, yielding thud.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself as I gaze down at him. The anticipation is a thick fog that wraps around us both. My fingers trace his jawline, the prickle of stubble on his face, and he looks up at me, his expression dark with lust.
Holding his stare, I push his body down onto the bed, and position myself astride his hips, feeling the insistent pressure of his hardness against me. A wave of heat courses between my legs, and my p**sy is instantly slick, ready.
Firmly, I pin his wrists above his head, showing him who's in charge tonight. Fire, surprise flare in his eyes. My lips graze the shell of his ear as I murmur my intentions, my voice huskier than I expected.
"Tonight, you're going to do as I say," I breathe, my voice thick with desire.
He nods, eyes wide.
"You're not going to speak," I whisper.
"Not a word. Not a sound. You're only going to do one thing tonight, is that clear? Your only job is to make me cum — again and again and again. Understand?"
He nods again and his thick erection hardens even more.
"Good boy."
I roll my hips slowly, teasing him through our clothes. His sharp intake of breath sends shivers down my spine. I nip at his earlobe, taste his salty sweat on my tongue.
His breath stutters, and a shiver ripples through his body. I tease his neck with playful nips, the salty tang lingering on my tongue.
I release one hand, let it roam over his chest, nails dragging lightly across sensitive skin, the hard planes of muscle. I trace the frantic rhythm of his breath as it rises and falls. He arches into my touch, wordlessly begging for more.
I pull back, drinking in the sight of him — flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes dark with need.
Lowering my head, I trail kisses along his neck. My teeth graze his pulse point and he moans softly. The sound fuels the fire inside me. I rock against him more insistently, savouring the friction. His muscles strain as he fights the urge to take control. I move back up his body, tightening my grip on his wrists in warning.
A surge of power courses through me. In this moment, I am utterly in control — and it's exhilarating; intoxicating.
With long, languid movements, I shift off him and stand beside the bed.
"Now undress me," I demand. "Slowly,"
He stands, hands trembling slightly as they reach for the hem of my shirt. He peels it upward, inch by agonising inch, fingertips ghosting over my skin. The fabric whispers as he pulls it over my head, letting it fall to the floor.
His breath catches and his eyes go wide as he takes in my breasts in the jet-black cage bra, the straps woven in such a way as to just hide my nipples. The chains hang in loops over the upper part of my stomach, and his eyes lock on the gold clip between the cups.
I arch my back, offering myself to his gaze and his fingers trace the curve of my waist, hooking into the waistband of my skirt. I've never felt sexier.
He sinks to his knees, dragging the silken fabric down my legs. His lips press against my inner thigh as I step out of the skirt, revealing the complete lingerie set. His eyes widen, and my p**sy aches as the cool air kisses my newly exposed flesh.
His hands ghost over my ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. A shaky exhale escapes me. Warmth pulses low in my belly and a delicious throb begins to build. His palms cup my breasts, kneading gently, and my nipples tighten under his touch.
A soft moan settles on my lips. I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging his head back, and our eyes lock. Desire blazes in his gaze.
I push him back onto the bed again and climb on top, straddling his hips.
His hands settle on my waist and I rock against him slowly, teasing him… taunting myself. His grip tightens, and I lean down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
My tongue sweeps into his mouth, exploring, claiming and he groans. The vibration tingles through me and I nip at his lower lip, then pull away. I trail kisses along his jaw, down his neck, across his chest. As my teeth graze a nipple, his hips buck. I sit back, pinning them down.
"Uh-uh… Stay still," I chastise. I arch my back, grinding against the hardness pressing through his jeans.
I stop abruptly, and his eyes fly open.
"Let's get these off."
I undo the button, unzip his fly and tug at his jeans. He helps shuffle them down his legs, bucking them off and tossing them onto the floor.
"Sit on the edge of the bed," I order, my voice gravelly. He obeys, never once breaking eye contact. I stand before him, clad only in my underwear, which does nothing to hide my mounting arousal. Slowly, teasingly, I hook my fingers in the waistband of my g-string and lower it to the floor. It pools at my ankles, and I step out of the scrap of fabric.
I run my hands up my thighs, across my stomach, cupping my breasts. I push the straps down to free my nipples, my own thumbs circling them to hard peaks. His hungry eyes follow every movement, a man starved, desperate to be sated. A soft gasp escapes me and his hands twitch at his sides, longing to touch.
I step closer, standing between his legs. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his head back.
I lean down, lips brushing his ear.
"Taste me," I order in a whisper.
He leans into my touch, eyes fluttering closed. I guide his head forward until his lips brush my belly. He plants soft kisses there, working his way lower, lower, until…
He doesn't hesitate. His tongue darts out, licking a hot stripe up my inner thigh. I shudder, legs trembling, and his hands grip my hips, steadying me as he explores further. The first swipe of his tongue against my centre sends sparks shooting through me and I gasp, fingers tightening in his hair.
He laps at my p**sy eagerly, feasting on me, his tongue alternating broad strokes with teasing flicks. Pleasure builds, coiling tighter, and my hips rock against his face. His tongue swirls around my clit, sending shockwaves through my body.
I grip his hair tighter, grinding against his mouth. Soft moans escape my lips as the tension builds. His hands roam my thighs, and his tongue delves deeper, circling my most sensitive spots. Sparks of pleasure shoot through my body. My legs quiver. I grip his hair tighter, grinding against his hungry mouth. His hands squeeze my thighs, pulling me closer.
Waves of heat wash over me and my breath comes in ragged gasps. He sucks gently on my clit and I cry out. The coil of tension winds tighter and my hips buck, but he doesn't let up, licking and sucking relentlessly.
The pressure builds until I think I'm going to burst, but I pull back suddenly, denying us both. His eyes flash with hunger as I push him onto his back, pull off his boxers.
Straddling his hips, I hover just out of reach, my ragged breathing slowing as my climax fades out of reach. His c**k strains upward, desperately seeking contact, and I trail my fingers along its length teasingly.
"I know what you want," I tell him through panted breaths.
He stays silent, giving me a knowing smile, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Lucky for you, it's what I want too."
I sink down onto the length of him in one swift motion. We both gasp at the sensation, the fullness, my tight c**t wrapping around his thickness. I groan low and deep, settling on his cock, luxuriating in the way he stretches me.
Pressing my palms down on his chest, I set a torturously slow pace, savouring… every… inch. His hands grip my waist, but I pin them above his head.
"Uh-uh, no touching," I scold, stopping my movement suddenly.
"In fact… Stay there. Don't move."
I climb off him and softly pad out to the kitchen, where I'd dropped my bag. I dig around, finding the wrapped parcel and race back to the room, tearing the delicate tissue paper open and pulling out the black leather cuffs.
"This should help remind you where to keep your hands."
I wrap one cuff around his left wrist, his arms still above his head. A shiver ripples through his body as I pull the buckle tight and fasten the second cuff.
"Now, where were we…?"
I crash my lips into his, claiming his mouth in a fierce kiss. My tongue pushes into his, letting him know: he is mine.
My teeth graze his lower lip and he groans, the sound vibrating against my mouth. I suck gently, savouring his taste, as I lower myself onto his c**k again, hips rolling as he fills me. I slowly grind my clit against his pubic bone, creating the friction I need; taking what I want.
I rise and fall, muscles clenching around him as I set a slow, steady rhythm. His jaw tightens, fighting to stay silent as I ordered. Sweat beads on his brow. I lean down, licking up his neck, tasting salt. My hips swivel, taking him deeper. A tremor shoots through his body and his muscles strain as he fights the urge to thrust upward. I flex my hands on his chest, letting my nails dig into the flesh just slightly, reminding him who's in control as I ride and ride towards my orgasm.
Heat builds between us, slick and urgent. I increase my pace, chasing my pleasure. His cock hits that perfect spot inside me with each deep thrust and sparks ignite behind my eyes. My nails dig into his chest as I rock on him harder, faster.
"Mmm, you feel so good," I say, my breathless voice husky with desire.
Pressure coils low in my belly, winding tighter. My thighs tremble. I arch my back, changing the angle and he hits a spot deep inside that makes me gasp. I'm so close, so close. I grind down, circling my hips. The friction on my clit is becoming too intense, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
I use my hands to brace myself on his chest as I ride his c**k harder, faster. His hands fight playfully against his restraints, but he's mine, at the mercy of my climax.
My clit grinds against his pubic bone with each thrust. My p**sy tightens around him, and I'm moaning, crying out his name, gripping his hips for leverage.
"Oh, f**k," I moan, grinding down on him, his c**k teasing me mercilessly.
"Yes, right there… Right f**king there!" I cry out, my voice thick with desperate need. He obliges, angling his hips upward to meet my downward plunge.
The pleasure builds between my legs, coiling tighter and tighter until I can't take it a moment longer.
"I'm close," I pant. My movements become frantic, desperate. I chase my release with single-minded focus. He fills me so completely, and my walls clench around him. I'm teetering on the edge — so close, so so close.
My thighs tremble. Sweat glistens on my skin. I grind down hard, circling my hips, until I can't take it any more. I tip over the edge, my back arching as I cry out, throwing my head back. My p**sy tightens around him, milking his length as he groans, hips bucking beneath me.
Waves of pleasure crash over me. My body goes rigid. My inner muscles spasm around him and his hips jerk upward involuntarily, meeting my climax in full.
As the waves subside, I collapse onto his chest, panting hard. Aftershocks ripple through me as his arms wrap around me, holding me close. I can feel his heart pounding, my own matching it, our rapid breaths mingling in the charged air.
"That was..." I leave the sentence unfinished, the words unnecessary as our breathing slowly returns to normal. I raise myself up on shaky arms, looking down at him with a satisfied grin.
He smiles up at me, eyes still alight with desire.
My hand trails down his chest, fingernails scraping lightly. His muscles twitch beneath my touch. I trace lazy circles on his hip, inching closer to where he's still sensitive.
His breath hitches. I smirk, enjoying the effect I have on him. My fingers ghost over his softening c**k. He gasps softly, and immediately begins to harden under my touch.
"Round two?" I murmur against his ear. He nods.
"Good boy. You're going to love the other toys I bought…"
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