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SOFIA

A t Tyson’s mercy, I’m bound, helpless. I’ve never felt anything like this before—not even close. Every muscle in my body is clenched as he relentlessly thrusts into me, his cock piercing, hitting me in the perfect spot over and over.

I feel so full as his hips snap against mine, his hands gripping my bound wrists, holding me still as he pounds into me. The rope bites into my skin, but I barely notice as pleasure blazes through me. I’m tossed and turned by the waves of ecstasy he creates with every thrust. All I can do is surrender.

I can feel my orgasm building deep, a pressure that’s about to explode when suddenly, he stops.

“No, don’t stop!” I whine in protest. “Please... I need...”

The tip of his cock is still lodged inside me, but he’s become frustratingly still.

“So close, baby girl,” he says. “Tell me what you need.”

But I can’t form the words. How can I explain this desperate, overpowering need? He knows what he does to me. He knows he owns my pleasure now.

“I can feel how much you want it,” he continues, his voice teasing and cruel. “Let me hear your voice telling me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I... I need...” I stutter, my brain cloudy with desire. “I need you to move. Please, Ty. Please!”

Instead of moving, he pulls all the way out. “You must address me properly,” he says, his voice thick with command. “Say my name, and then tell me what I am to you.”

I swallow, my throat dry. “Ty... You’re my master.”

He growls at that, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Good girl. And you’re my obedient pet.”

I nod, unable to speak, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. I feel exposed, but at the same time, a rush of wetness coats my core at his words.

His eyes darken as he sits next to me and lifts me from the couch using the bindings, forcing me to straddle his legs. “Now, I want to watch your beautiful body ride me. Show me how much you want it.”

I feel exposed in this position, my arms still bound behind my back. This position means he can see everything—every curve, every roll. I try to push those insecurities aside as I lower myself onto his length, but they creep back in as I roll my hips. Even though I’m on top, I know he’s still in control.

He takes charge, guiding me with his hands, his grip firm. I moan as he thrusts up into me. His eyes worship my body, admiring my curves. I try to ignore the voice that tells me I should feel self-conscious and instead focus on the pleasure that’s building within.

His hard length is so deep inside me, filling me completely. It sends a jolt of pleasure through me. His hands are rough but gentle when he suddenly stills his thrusts.

“Roll your hips. Fuck yourself on my cock,” he orders.

I do as he says, moving my hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. His strong thighs flex as he drives to meet each roll, and I gasp as his piercing hits a deep, sensitive spot inside me.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, his voice appreciative. “So fucking sexy. You take my cock so perfectly, baby.”

His filthy words make me want to please him even more. I want to show him I can take all of him and more. I want him to lose control because of me. I pick up the pace, rolling my hips faster despite my arms being restrained, and I feel his hands tighten on me. He meets my rhythm, his powerful hands lifting me up and down as we find a perfect harmony of movement.

His cock slides in and out of me faster now. I feel like I’m on fire, my body burning with a desperate need for release.

“Ty, please...” I whisper, my voice breathless. “Oh God, I need... I need...”

I can’t finish my sentence, but he knows.

Just as I’m about to shatter into a million pieces, Tyson stops again. I whimper in frustration .

“No, baby, we’re not done yet,” he says. “I’m not done teasing you, feeling you clench around me.”

I try to protest, to beg him to let me come, but all that escapes my lips is a needy whine. He chuckles at my reaction, that rich, deep laugh I’ve come to love.

“Don’t worry, you will. But first, I want to edge you. When you finally let go and milk my cock with that gorgeous body of yours, it’ll be the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had.”

He kisses me, his lips urgent and demanding and his tongue dominating mine. I can taste myself on him, and it only adds to my arousal. His kiss consumes me, stealing what little breath I have left, and I cling to him, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders.

He pulls away, his eyes burning with intensity as he gazes down at me. The need in his eyes mirrors mine, and he brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle.

“You’ve no idea how much I’ve dreamed of this in the last five days, Sofia,” he says, his voice rough. “I’ve wanted to taste you, touch you, feel you squeeze tight around me again. And now that you’re mine again, I won’t rush.”

Then his mouth is on me again, but this time, it’s my body he’s devouring. He kisses a path down my neck, pausing to nip at the sensitive skin before continuing downward. He teases my breasts with his mouth and hands, laving attention on each creamy swell, his touch almost painful in its delicacy.

I’m squirming beneath him, desperate for release, but he refuses to let me climax. His hands ghost over my body, avoiding the places I most want him to touch, and his mouth teases and nips at my skin, making me ache for more.

“Master, please...” I plead, my voice breathless. “I need you inside me.”

I can feel how wet I am, how ready my body is for him, but he continues to deny me. His mouth hovers over my core, and I whimper as his warm breath teases me. I tilt my hips toward him, silently begging him to give me what I need, but he just smiles, a devilish grin that melts my insides.

“Soon, baby,” he whispers. “But I’m going to make you wait a little longer. I want to taste every inch of you first.”

With that, his mouth closes over my center, his tongue flicking and teasing me with expert precision. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as sensation after sensation washes over me. He holds me down, his hands gentle but firm, as he feasts on me, his tongue sending bolts of lightning through my body.

I’m so close, hovering on the edge of ecstasy, and yet he continues to hold me back, drawing out my pleasure. “Tyson!” I cry, my voice hoarse. “Oh God, please let me come!”

“Not yet, baby,” he murmurs. “It’s not time yet.” I

whimper at the denial, my core aching for release, my body throbbing with need. Ty uses the ropes to lift me, and then I’m straddling his strong thighs, his cock beneath me, hard and insistent, demanding my attention. Every fiber of my being is focused on that thick length, and with a silent plea for forgiveness, I lower myself onto him.

My body welcomes him like a key to a lock, and as he fills me, I can’t help but moan. I feel whole again, complete in a way I never knew I could.