He gripped at the soft hemp bindings round his arms, snugly bent and bound behind the back of the chair, ankles bound to the legs.

His eyes were bound with black satin while his mouth hung open, every muscle almost painfully tight, begging her for release as she rode him.

He so desperately craved to clutch at her hips, guide them as she sensually teased his cock, yet relished in submitting to her. He’d been close so many times, whimpering that he was going to come, but every time she lifted off him, denying him.

“Arrrgghh please!” He begged, gripping the rope so tight he heard the chords twist, “Please! Please! Please let me come…Please let me come…”

Teasing little pulses at the tip of his cock sent his toes curling. His breath shook, his whimpers more desperate. He heard a wicked little chuckle.

“Aww…” she teased, “But this is so much fun…”

He couldn’t argue with her there. This was fun. More than fun, it was heaven. She sank down to his shaft, clenching a vice-like grip as she went. He threw his head back, moaning loudly.

“Oh God please please…” He was certain he could feel torturous euphoric tears dampen the blindfold, “Please please please…”

Sensuously grinding her hips, he was certain now he couldn’t feel most of his legs. She clutched his chin in a firm grip.

“Please what?” she breathed against his lips. His chest panted against the crush of her breasts.

“Please…”

His mind reeled and stilled simultaneously at the swift smack she brandished across his cheek. It didn’t hurt and he loved it when she did it, when it was her turn to be in charge. He was all too happy to be hers. Use me…his mind echoed. Please just use me…

“Oh God..Please Ma’am. Use me…Use me…Please let me come…”

She placed a soft kiss on his cheek, diffusing the slight sting.

“Well…” she said, rocking deeper. He gasped, “Seen as you asked so nicely…”

Slowly she picked up the pace, grinding faster…faster…before long she was bouncing on his cock, relishing in the sight of him completely submitting to her.

“Come for me…” she moaned, “Come for me! Come for me!”

Finally allowed released, his primal grunts grew so loud she tightly covered his mouth with her hand, making his climax all the more heavenly. It seemed to go on forever after being edged for what felt like hours.

Exhausted, his head lulled back, relaxing into his bonds, raging once again, extra sensitive as she continued to ride.

“I’m not done yet…” she sighed, “This is my cock remember?”

All he could do was nod open mouthed.

“Yes Ma’am,” he whispered begging once again, “This is your cock. Please use me…”

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