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“It most definitely would, sweet lips, but I’m in control here. You do as I say, and I say we take this top off.”

I reach for the hem of her sweater and instantly realize my rookie mistake. I tied her wrists before removing all her clothing. I curse and fidget with the garment as if I could magically remove it without having to untie her. I could always cut it.

“How much do you like this sweater?” I ask hoping she says she could care less about it.

“Don’t you dare cut this sweater Warren Graham.”

Bambi glares at me, telling me if I even brought scissors near her sweater we will not be having sex tonight.

“I need to see you, all of you.”

She bites her lip in contemplation, eying her wrists then still clothed torso. She rakes her gaze up and down my naked body, lingering on certain appendages.

“Sit on the bed.”

Demanding little thing. Didn’t I just tell her I was in charge? I raise an eyebrow at her. She jerks her chin towards the bed, and I like demanding Bambi.

I follow her instructions and sit on the edge of her floral print quilt covered bed. To my delight she immediately straddles my hips and presses her hot center to my cock, lifting her arms in the air.

“Pull my shirt off and let it hang at my wrists.”

Curious where she’s going with this I pull her sweater and shirt over her head, letting them bunch at her bound wrists, then unhook her bra and do the same. Now she’s bared to me all her remaining clothes clumped at her hands.

With a flick and flip she tosses the clothing clump over my head and wraps her arms around my neck, allowing me to see all her glorious nudity.

Reaching up I cup her small breasts and rub my thumbs over both nipples. She responds to my touch, breathing heavily and squirming in my lap.

“Now you can have me this way with no clothing in the way.”

“My clever little Bambi.”

Wrapping my hands around her hips I raise her up and line the head of my cock with her entrance. There’s no hesitation in either of our movements. Bambi slowly lowers herself on my length as I help her along, pressing her hips down.

We both moan in pleasure as her pussy takes all of me inside her.

“You feel perfect around me,” I praise, knowing my good girl likes that. I like praising her.

“You feel even better inside me,” she counters. I don’t argue.

Our bodies begin to move in tandem, my hips rocking and hers lifting and lowering. I keep her steady by cupping the round globes of her ass. When she gets too eager, I give one cheek a slap and she yips, the pink flush of her skin spreading.

“You like that?”

She nods, biting her bottom lip. It’s grown pink and plump from her fidgeting. I suck it into my mouth and soothe it with my tongue, pressing it inside her mouth as I thrust up inside her pussy, swallowing her noises of pleasure.

I usually don’t like to be in a submissive position with a woman, but with Bambi I’d let her take me any way she wants. Doesn’t mean I don’t still want to tie her in my ropes and take all control away from her.

My cock thickens inside her tight channel at the image of her completely encased in my ropes. I would very much like to see that one day. She seems open to it, maybe I can finally complete a full body tie. Others were too skittish to attempt more than one binding. Usually lacking the patience it takes to complete all the knotting and wrapping. It’s a tediously erotic experience when done properly.

I bet Bambi would be a good, patient girl for me.

My internal thoughts have my arousal peaking and my pace increasing. Circling my thumbs around the crease of Bambi’s hips I press her down hard and simultaneously thrust into her.

“Oh my god, Warren. That…yes…”

“Are you going to be my good girl and come when I tell you?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll be good.” She nods her head frantically, loose strands of her copper hair sticking to her sweat dampened forehead.