“Good girl. Your safe word is red. Say that, and everything stops. Understand?”
“Yeah, I understand.” And now the nerves are back.
“Take your clothes off.” He steps back so he can watch me.
I have near enough the same amount of clothes on as I did last night, so it takes me less than a minute to take everything off.
He devours me with those magnetic eyes and undoes his belt, shoving his pants and boxers down.
Now we’re both naked, his cock is perfectly erect, and I want to touch him. All of him.
Compelled to do so, I reach out and press my hand to the deep contours of his abs.
“Like what you see?”
“Yes.”
“You have all night to play with me.” He gives me a lopsided grin. “Get on the bed and lie back on the pillows.”
I do as he says, and as I rest back on the silky pillows, I watch him move to the nightstand, open the wooden drawer, and take out a pair of restraints. They’re chains with leather cuffs attached to them.
“Give me your hand,” he says.
I give him my right hand, and he secures the chain to my wrist. Although the leather provides some cushioning, I can feel the cool metal where it meets the chains.
He secures the chain to a loop in the wall I’ve only just noticed. I should have seen it last night; there’s another one adjacent to it. I guess I was so hooked on being with him last night, I wouldn’t have known if the world ended.
He moves to my other side and does the same then takes out a little black sash I guess to be a blindfold.
I’m right. He holds it up, allowing it to unravel, and I see it’s exactly what I think it is.
“Red yet, Bonita?”
“No…”
He gets on the bed and places the blindfold over my eyes, securing it at the back of my head into a knot.
Once that’s done, my other senses kick in, and I try to guess where he is when he moves.
I hear his footsteps take him away from the bed, then he’s near again and the bed dips by my feet. The next thing I feel is his mouth on my pussy.
When his tongue forces into my passage, I come undone straightaway, and it feels like ripping off a Band-Aid. You’re not prepared, but you kind of are.
With no preparation and the restraints on my wrists, the pleasure hits me full force, raw and undiluted, stripping me of my senses.
“You like that?” he chuckles, and I can imagine a wicked smirk on his face.
“Yes, I do.”
“More?”
“More.” Fuck, yes. I want more.
He gives me more, alternating between licking and sucking my clit. The restraints hold me in that blissful state even when it feels like too much. Pleasure grips me, possessing my being, so I want nothing more than to feel like this and for Alejandro to give it to me.
He continues eating me out and feasting on my pussy. Then I come. Hard. I climax thrashing and moaning, lost in ecstasy.
It’s then I feel his cock pushing into my entrance. Although my body is shuddering, I can still focus on how he feels inside me.