CONTENT WARNING: Sexually explicit content. BDSM and bondage, may be unsuitable to some readers. 18+ only.
He leans, resting his forehead into mine. He is unable to slap me; force abandons his hand until he’s cradling my face in one palm. His calculating look softens into feeling and his words grow simple– “You’re a good girl,” and “I’m lucky.” I drop under. In the third hotel I hit a threshold dose. It isn’t sex that does it, not exactly, but once I cum for him, hog-tied with his cock soft in my mouth he lifts my chin, he takes my gaze, he asks me what just happened. He tells me, in an instant, I have changed.
Thank you to Wayne Crest for the photo and the inspiration. ❤️