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Authors: Bethany Rousseau
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“Are you very sorry for what you did before, Jasmine?” Randall asked me, turning off the massager. I nodded, unable to form words. My mind was swimming in lust, my body on fire, electricity running along my nerves. Randall smiled slowly, kissing me lightly on the lips. “Do you want to make it up to me?” I nodded again. Randall put the massager aside and lifted me up into a sitting position, brushing his fingers across my cheek as he stepped back, standing in front of me. He unbuckled his belt, unzipping and opening his fly and pushing his pants and boxers down until they fell to the floor. Randall reached around to my back and untied my wrists, freeing my hands. “Touch me, my dear,” he instructed me. I nodded, more than happy—absolutely eager—to get my hands on his hard, thick cock. I wanted it inside of me; I wanted to taste it and feel it.
I took Randall’s cock in my half-numb hand, wrapping my fingers around him tightly and stroking him slowly. I ran my thumb over the head, feeling the precum that had begun to form there. I leaned in and wrapped my lips around the tip of Randall’s cock, lapping up his precum as my hand worked up and down, my thumb working the long nerve that ran along the underside of his cock. I looked up at him and saw the smile that curved his lips, the intense desire in his bright eyes as he watched me. I was determined that in spite of the playfulness of the punishment, I was going to do everything I could to “make up” for my misbehavior earlier. I was utterly subservient to Randall in that moment, wanting to worship his cock with my mouth and hands, wanting more than anything to give him pleasure. The sense of being so submissive to him was intoxicating, and I told myself that I’d think about it later; that the act of pleasing him was more important than thinking about why I was doing it.
I gripped his cock around the base, moving my mouth up and down as I took more of him in, loving the salty-sharp taste of his precum as it coated my mouth. I felt Randall’s cock twitching between my lips, in my hand, heard him moaning softly—still so self-controlled even in the midst of his arousal—and felt his fingers working through my hair, caressing. I pulled back, focusing more effort on stroking him, reaching down to cup his balls carefully in my other hand. I stroked and jiggled them slightly, smiling to myself as he gasped, pushing his hips into my touches.
Randall gave me a firm but gentle push away when I was certain he was on the edge of climax, his cock jerking erratically in my hand. He sent me sprawling on the incredibly comfortable bed, unbuttoning his shirt and quickly casting it aside before pouncing on me, pinning me down against the mattress. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, running my hands over his back, around to his chest, wanting to touch every inch of his body. Randall guided his cock up against my soaking wet pussy, and my hips were pushing down instinctively, my body craving the feel of him inside of me. “I could easily spend days dreaming about having you at my complete mercy,” Randall murmured, kissing me slowly as he teased me with the tip of his cock. “All tied up in my bed at home; you would be so gorgeous, trapped like that—being tormented over and over again, coming harder than you’ve ever done in your entire life.” His low words, almost a purr in my ears, were driving me almost as crazy as the temptation of his cock, so close and yet so far away.
He thrust into me slowly, filling me up inch by inch, letting me feel him as he took his time. I moaned, kissing everywhere I could reach, pushing my hips down and taking him as deeply as I possibly could. “You feel so good, Jasmine,” he told me, shifting his hips and picking up his pace, brushing along my g-spot with every other thrust. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders, and I heard Randall moan.
“Sorry,” I managed to say
“Are you very sorry for what you did before, Jasmine?” Randall asked me, turning off the massager. I nodded, unable to form words. My mind was swimming in lust, my body on fire, electricity running along my nerves. Randall smiled slowly, kissing me lightly on the lips. “Do you want to make it up to me?” I nodded again. Randall put the massager aside and lifted me up into a sitting position, brushing his fingers across my cheek as he stepped back, standing in front of me. He unbuckled his belt, unzipping and opening his fly and pushing his pants and boxers down until they fell to the floor. Randall reached around to my back and untied my wrists, freeing my hands. “Touch me, my dear,” he instructed me. I nodded, more than happy—absolutely eager—to get my hands on his hard, thick cock. I wanted it inside of me; I wanted to taste it and feel it.
I took Randall’s cock in my half-numb hand, wrapping my fingers around him tightly and stroking him slowly. I ran my thumb over the head, feeling the precum that had begun to form there. I leaned in and wrapped my lips around the tip of Randall’s cock, lapping up his precum as my hand worked up and down, my thumb working the long nerve that ran along the underside of his cock. I looked up at him and saw the smile that curved his lips, the intense desire in his bright eyes as he watched me. I was determined that in spite of the playfulness of the punishment, I was going to do everything I could to “make up” for my misbehavior earlier. I was utterly subservient to Randall in that moment, wanting to worship his cock with my mouth and hands, wanting more than anything to give him pleasure. The sense of being so submissive to him was intoxicating, and I told myself that I’d think about it later; that the act of pleasing him was more important than thinking about why I was doing it.
I gripped his cock around the base, moving my mouth up and down as I took more of him in, loving the salty-sharp taste of his precum as it coated my mouth. I felt Randall’s cock twitching between my lips, in my hand, heard him moaning softly—still so self-controlled even in the midst of his arousal—and felt his fingers working through my hair, caressing. I pulled back, focusing more effort on stroking him, reaching down to cup his balls carefully in my other hand. I stroked and jiggled them slightly, smiling to myself as he gasped, pushing his hips into my touches.
Randall gave me a firm but gentle push away when I was certain he was on the edge of climax, his cock jerking erratically in my hand. He sent me sprawling on the incredibly comfortable bed, unbuttoning his shirt and quickly casting it aside before pouncing on me, pinning me down against the mattress. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, running my hands over his back, around to his chest, wanting to touch every inch of his body. Randall guided his cock up against my soaking wet pussy, and my hips were pushing down instinctively, my body craving the feel of him inside of me. “I could easily spend days dreaming about having you at my complete mercy,” Randall murmured, kissing me slowly as he teased me with the tip of his cock. “All tied up in my bed at home; you would be so gorgeous, trapped like that—being tormented over and over again, coming harder than you’ve ever done in your entire life.” His low words, almost a purr in my ears, were driving me almost as crazy as the temptation of his cock, so close and yet so far away.
He thrust into me slowly, filling me up inch by inch, letting me feel him as he took his time. I moaned, kissing everywhere I could reach, pushing my hips down and taking him as deeply as I possibly could. “You feel so good, Jasmine,” he told me, shifting his hips and picking up his pace, brushing along my g-spot with every other thrust. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders, and I heard Randall moan.
“Sorry,” I managed to say
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