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Damon

Noelle and I are in each other’s arms, holding and kissing differently than we did before. Once we finally make it into the house, we scurry directly to my bedroom, both ready to be out of our Friday-night clothes and to tangle in the sheets in a bout of hot passion.

I haven’t even closed the bedroom door before she is reaching around me, unbuckling my pants. I turn around, allowing her to remove my pants.

“Oh my,” she says, noting the growing bulge in my boxers.

“That’s all you, darlin’,” I say mischievously.

Although I was curious what she would do with my invitation, I decide in the heat of the moment that I don’t want her going down on me when I haven’t even had a chance to go down on her yet.

“What’s your stance on being tied up?” I ask her.

Her eyes widen, her cheeks flush, and she bites her lip before saying, “What?”

“We don’t have to, if you’re not comfortable with the idea,” I say in an attempt to save face. “I just… I haven’t gotten to know all of your turn-ons, so I wanted to know.”

She considers to respond, which makes me suspect that I’ll be pleased by whatever answer she gives.

“No pressure,” I chuckle.

“Honestly, I’ve never been tied up before…”

“Oh, really now?” I laugh. “So, it would be a whole new experience for you?”

“I’ve been cuffed before,” she says, growing redder by the second. “I have a blindfold back at my place… When you say tied up—”

“I meantied up,” I stress. “I have some rope I could tie you up with.”

She smiles timidly, but I can sense her intrigue. Shedoeswant to be bonded; in fact, I can see her getting more turned-on the more she thinks about it. She just needed to find the right kind of man who could properly take her on that journey.

We take our clothes completely off, and then we resume kissing. With her in my arms, I don’t even need to tell her what to do. She lies down on the bed, legs open, arms up, ready for me. I take out a strong, sturdy bundle of rope from my closet and unravel it before tying her arms to the bedpost.

After I pull the knot tight enough so that she will stay secured, she moans.

“You like that?” I ask.

“You know what you’re doing with that…”

“You don’t know the half of it…”

I kiss her lips again, tasting her sweet flavor on my tongue and mouth as we devour each other. Since all she can do is move her legs, she desperately tries to get at my cock in any way possible. But with my hands exploring her sexy, smooth body and our kisses getting more intense, she’s unable to maintain any sort of useful control. She is mine, and we are both going crazy over that fact.

I moan, kissing down her body, spending some stretches of time moistening various parts of her body that I just can’t get enough of. All I have to do is breathe in her ear and I can feel her pussy tremble beneath my fingers. As I kiss her neck, she moans and tries getting her knee up to my cock so that I might go a little easier on her—she is not successful.

Her sweet, puffy nipples feel incredible in my mouth. While I suck and feast on one, I fondle the other. She pulls on the ropes, desperately trying to use her hands.

“You’re incredible,” she says in ecstasy.

Then, after a short journey of kisses from her perky tits down to her belly button, I decide it’s time to get inside her.

I already have my fingers there, but now it’s time for my mouth. I kiss her quivering womanhood, planting many more little kisses on her before ingesting her sweet nectar. I move both of my hands up to her chest, grabbing both of her breasts firmly in my hands.

“Damon…”

She tries to say my name again, but no words come out. Instead, her sexy mouth is agape, attempting to emit cries of bliss to no avail.