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I needed an escape from my life and Christian promised to give me one. We showered then I stood in my room naked, feeling completely confident and at ease while Christian decided what to do with me. My heart was racing with the idea of his decision but I needed this and him. My eyes lowered to his dick. Thick and heavy between his thighs, not caring that it had my full attention. I didn't stop enjoying the visual until Christian yanked the silk belt from one of my robes and moved to the leather bench at the end of my bed.

"Come here."

I frowned then lifted my eyes. The minute he dropped his chin, my ass was moving. He guided me onto the bench long ways so I was stretched across it with my feet planted at one end and my head at the other. I was already tense with anticipation while he stood above me, examining the visual.

"Arms above your head."

"Why?"

"You trust me?"

"Yes."

"Arms above your head."

I slowly lifted them and he grabbed my wrists, circled them with the belt, and pulled them back. When he tugged and kneeled, and I felt him moving behind me, my heart rate sped up. This position had my back arched away from the bench. After a few minutes, he tugged at the belt and moved between my thighs on the other end. I was tied to the bench, arms over my head, back arched and thighs spread open.

"You look so fucking beautiful." He paused and kneeled between my legs. "And I'm going to enjoy every minute of this."

My pussy pulsed in appreciation because I had a feeling I would too.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Try not to strain too much in this position, okay?" His fingers glided over my pussy and I groaned in approval.

"Yes, Sir."

"Use your colors if you need to."

"I will, Sir."

"Good girl."

Christian leaned forward and pressed a kiss against my skin that had me shivering with need. "This is the best fucking view."

When he lifted my leg and I felt his tongue glide up my calf and across my thigh, my stomach locked so damn tightly it hurt. This was killing me, needing him to touch me and waiting for him to do so. But when I felt the warmth of his breath ghost over my skin, right before he licked the outside of my pussy, I jerked against the restraints and arched my back even more. He kept going, licking down the sides tortuously slow, and my body was screaming in protest because it wasn't enough.

"Please Sir, I need more."

"I got you."

His tongue moved over me from my clit to my ass before he opened his mouth wide and covered me, working his tonguethrough my lips from top to bottom, and oh, gotdamn. My orgasm was already building.

He lifted both legs and draped them over his arms, spreading me wider before devouring me like a man starved. The way he growled his approval while sucking my pussy was criminal and otherworldly.

His tongue swiped from one end to the other then danced over my clit before trailing back down and thrusting inside me. He kept that rotation going until I was shaking and grinding into his face, losing my mind with the climb happening. My mind was hazy, my muscles were locked tightly, and I felt like I couldn't catch my breath. My arms ached from tugging at the silk material that held them stretched above my head and my back was tense from arching so deeply.

When the orgasm hit, I fully embraced it, letting the rush of heat and pleasure completely consume me. Christian kept sucking my clit and driving his tongue inside me until the trembling slowed.

I gently rocked my hips against his mouth but then he stood, keeping my legs draped over his arms and spreading them wider seconds before I felt him pressing at my opening, teasing me, pushing but not quite enough before I had all of him.

Then he thrust into me deeply. The feeling was overwhelming because my pussy was still pulsing from the orgasm he just gave me, so I moaned loud, trying to catch my breath again. When I lazily peeled my eyes open, his were locked on my face and paired with a cocky grin.

"Color?"

Color? With my pussy throbbing and his long, thick dick submerged in me? Be fucking for real.