His Surprise Baby - His Secret Baby

I wrapped my tie around her wrists, binding them together tightly. She grunted when I made the final knot.

“Do you want to check it?”

Reagan pulled against the binding but didn’t get far. “You didn’t forget anything,” she whispered, a blush covering her cheeks.

I smiled because it was true. No matter how much I wanted to, over the years I could never forget Reagan: everything she meant to me, everything we did together. She was a part of who I was, and I had finally come to terms with that.

“Over your head,” I ordered, directing her hands with one finger.

Reagan stood against the desk, arms stretched up, body trembling. I got down on my knees, kneeling in front of her. My hands resting on her side, I pushed her shirt up slightly, revealing her taut stomach. I kissed her belly, just above the hem of her pants, twirling my tongue in her belly button.

I could smell her arousal as I peeled away her scrubs from her legs and pulled them and her panties down. I didn’t get the chance to feast on Reagan’s tight pussy when we met in the club weeks ago, a fact I deeply regretted. I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity the second time around.

Gently, I guided her back onto the counter of the front desk until her legs were up, and her folds were exposed to me. I held onto her hips and dived right into her delicious pussy. Her bounds hands had rested on my shoulders, but the moment I was nose deep in her, the rounded edges of her palms dug into the back of my neck.

“Aiden,” she breathed as her core tensed up.

I kept going, licking and sucking, her juices dripping down to my chin. I feasted on Reagan like a man possessed, as if I hadn’t eaten for years, which was true. I hadn’t tasted her for so long, her body was like finding an oasis after wandering in the desert.

“Oh, fuck!”

Reagan’s grip tightened behind my neck before her body started shuddering. They were small tremors, but I felt the power behind them. Her gasps of pleasure filled my ears. I held onto her as she came back down to me, kissing my way up her body until I was standing again. I took her shirt with me until it caught on her tied hands.

Reagan stepped out of her pants and underwear, so all that remained was her bra. I descended on her mouth, hungrily pulling moans out of her. My fingers made quick work of undoing the clasp on her bra. It fell to the ground, and all of her beauty was revealed to me.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I whispered.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” She winked as she voiced that sentiment.

Being in that moment made me realize how precious time with Reagan was. Memories weren’t enough. I wanted to be with her every day.

“Turn around.”

Her eyes sparkled. Without a word, she carried out my command, shifting until her stomach was flat on the desk. Walking to her head, I untied the knot in my tie, discarded the shirt of her scrubs, and quickly wrapped the silk between the posts of the desk. I bound her hands with either end, making sure she was tied so tightly to the counter that her heavy breasts were pressed hard to the wood.

I walked back in between her legs, spreading them out wide, and giving her a sharp spank on her round ass. The pain made Reagan gasp. Her skin turned deep red. She didn’t flinch. Her hips bucked in longing.

My dick was aching to be buried deep inside of her. I’d been trying to limit myself, and usually, I had terrific self-control. But the nearly two-week drought had caused me to slip. I needed Reagan, and I needed her that very instant.

I unzipped my pants, but maybe I was going too slow because Reagan wiggled her ass and pussy at me. I spanked her again. If I hadn’t been so far gone with desire, I would have made her wait. But I couldn’t.

“Looks like you’re being a naughty girl,” I commented, slapping my hand into the soft flesh of her ass again. She moaned in response.

After being dominated in various ways, Reagan had learned little tricks to regain some power. It made her more fun to deal with as she did love to poke at me. She was the type to try and get a rise out of me, but it was always all in good fun. And I did love to punish her for her naughtiness.

“I want you inside of me,” she begged.

She bent her knees, her legs wrapping around me, pulling our bodies even closer together. Usually, I’d throw her over my knee and give her a fierce spanking, but I had the same exact desire as her. I wanted to bury myself inside of her pussy to the hilt.