His Every Desire

"Wait, Mr. Baxter," she said and pushed his probing digits away. "Shouldn’t we take this elsewhere?"

"You’re right," he replied and stood up. He leaned over and pulled her to her feet, then reached around to fondle her ass with both hands. Tracy let him guide her into his bedroom, where a large four-poster bed awaited. She gritted her teeth, hating the way his hands felt on her, but knowing she needed to be in a controlled situation before she could do anything.

The couple tumbled onto the bed. At the very last moment, Tracy spun them around so that when they landed, she was perched on top of him. She sat up straight and swept the wild hairs out of her face, holding them up with both hands. She gently rocked her hips against his bulging girth, glad that her underwear was there.

"So, you want to fuck me again?" she asked, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.

Gordon tried to reach up and fondle her breasts, but she pushed his hands away and ground over him a little harder.

"I asked you a question," she repeated.

He seemed a little surprised and answered, "Yes."

"Good," she replied. She rocked her hips again. "But if you want to feel this again, you’re going to have to do something for me."

He responded with a familiar answer, "Anything."

"Don’t move," she commanded.

Tracy climbed off of him and walked over to his closet. She flung open the door and knelt down, quickly spotting what she was looking for: shoes. There were almost a dozen pairs, so she picked two pairs of his boots and quickly unlaced them. When she was done, she took her four new ropes and walked back over to the bed with them dangling from each end of a fist.

"And what do you intend to do with those?" he asked, his voice light and playful. If he only knew what she had in store...

She climbed back on top of him and grabbed one of his wrists.

"Oh come on now, Mr. Baxter," she said and cinched it tight. "I let you tie me up. Now it’s my turn to have my way with you."

"You let me?" He raised his hips and lifted her off of the bed, pressing their genitals together. "You wanted it."

She leaned over to take his other hand and pressed her chest into his face, thankfully silencing him for a moment.

"I want a lot of things, you know," she said, tying both of his wrists to the headboard. Gordon was still playing along, though he licked his lips like he was nervous. He hadn't seen her this aggressive.

"Like what?" he asked.

Tracy could feel him test her

knots at his wrists. She pressed her chest further into his face. He mouthed at her nipples, causing them to perk through the fabric of her dress. She didn't want to respond to him, but her treacherous body didn't know what her mind did.

"I want to tie your feet, too,” she murmured, pretending to enjoy his touch.

"Go ahead," he responded.

She sat up, turned around and bent over to work on his ankles, making sure that he could see her panties. She took her time, however, to give him enough time to remember her silky folds and the way that she had screamed his name before. Finally finished, Tracy turned around, straddling his hips.

"What else?" he whispered, desire echoing through his voice.

She left the question hanging. The anticipation on his part was palpable; she could feel just how badly he wanted her right then. Though neither one of them spoke, there was no denying it. He needed her as much as the big gulps of air that he was taking.

She rocked her hips, feeling his erection straining for her. She wished her body didn't crave release, especially from him. She closed her eyes and thought of Mr. Hayes. She needed answers for him as much as for herself.

"Do you want to know what I want now?" she whispered.

She reached down, slipping his swollen member out from behind his boxers. Her hand moved up and down over it slowly, stopping each time to gently squeeze the purple tip. His hips bucked, searching for her body. He wanted her more than he wanted to breathe.

"Yes," he cried, desire making his voice rough. "Anything, please."

The moment of truth had arrived. The decorated chef had been pushed to his limit. Tracy could see it in his eyes, just as she had seen it before in other men. At that moment, he would have given her his own legs to have what was between hers.