“I’m not going anywhere. Trust me,” I mutter, admiring her vixen stance. Her hair is falling over her flushed face, kneeling with her legs spread.
She takes a deep breath, looks up at the ceiling, and exhales. After battling her demons, she straddles my hips, her ass cheeks resting just above my dick. I test the restraints finding they’re weak. I could easily break out of them, but I won’t. I need her to feel safe. I need her to release me from them.
She closes her eyes and takes another deep breath. I can see she is still nervous being on top. Her breathing is labored and she keeps fidgeting with her hands.
“It’s just us, Jessica,” I encourage.
She pulls herself up, grips the head of my cock, and positions it under her pussy, the warmth coming from her radiating onto my shaft. She slowly slides down on my cock, her mouth parting as I fill her; my cock stretching her. She rests her hands on my chest as she lifts herself with her knees, sliding herself up and down on my dick.
I close my eyes and hiss, wanting this to last forever, but the way my balls are squeezing, it won’t.
Jessica’s knees tremble on my sides as she whimpers from pleasure. I reach forward wanting to feel her tits, but am stopped short from the headbands restraining me.
“Untie me,” I whisper, pushing my hips upward, meeting her thrust.
“No, I can’t,” she replies, her head falling back as she rides me greedily, her mouth vibrating a low hum. I smirk, pleased with the pleasure I am giving her.
“Untie me, Hummingbird,” I mutter, calling her the nickname I gave her.
“No!” she moans loudly, her nails digging into my chest as she rides my dick feverishly. I pull my hips back, making the head of my dick miss her G-spot. Her head snaps forward and she scowls. She twirls her hips trying to regain her rhythm, but I pull the opposite direction.
“Untie me, Hummingbird,” I demand huskily.
She eyes my restrained wrists, still pumping her hips up and down, desperately trying to regain that build of pleasure.
I thrust my hips just right, hitting her sweet spot, giving her a taste of bliss.
“Do it,” I whisper, watching the spark of desire ignite in her eyes.
She eyes me warily, her hair falling around her sweaty face. Her hands planted firmly on my chest, anchoring her on my cock.
“Come on, untie me,” I persuade.
“I can’t, Bobby. I’m not ready for that,” she pants, stopping all movement. I still, panic thudding against my chest as the pleasure running through my dick dissipates.
“What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?”
“I can’t do this. I thought maybe I—” she pauses, her voice cracking with pain, her eyes squeezing tightly shut.
“You can trust me,” I whisper, thrusting my hips. Her eyes flutter open, pinning me. “You can do this,” I encourage, swirling my hips to hit that sensitive spot deep inside her.
Her head falls back as her pleasure races back through her body.
“Oh, God,” she moans, pushing off the mattress with her knees to meet my thrusts.
“There you go, baby,” I pant, my dick warming with overwhelming pressure.
Her head falls forward, eyeing my wrists. I can tell she wants to untie me but she’s haunted by her traumatized past.
“Just untie one,” I groan, my dick vibrating with pleasure.
She nods, her silky hair flinging back and forth as she does so.
She leans over and unties my right hand, her pussy not leaving my cock. As soon as she unties my right hand, I dig my heels into the mattress and push myself upright, wrapping my free arm around her waist tightly. I drill my dick in and out of her, hitting repeatedly that spot that makes her go weak. She wraps her arms around my neck, bringing her breasts right to my face. I lick and then bite the top of her right breast as I continue to fuck her, her legs strangling my hips. My shoulder, from the wrist tied to the post, cramps, but the tightness surrounding my dick overrides the pain. I swirl my hips, making her entire body clench around me, an animalistic growl leaving her lips as her head falls backward. My dick instantly pulses, spilling warm cum into her. My shaft ignites with waves as an electric bolt shoots through my limbs.
I lie back on the bed, her naked, sweaty body on mine, and slide my free hand up her back, my fingers coming across her scars. Jessica tenses under my touch, making her roll from my grip onto her back.
“How did you do that?” she whispers, staring at the ceiling.
“What?” I ask.
“I was certain I wouldn’t untie you. Knowing you couldn’t touch me and I being in control made me feel being on top was okay, but I still untied you,” she answers softly, confused by her actions.
My skills in the sack make me smile arrogantly. Having sex with Jessica has always been an ultimate high, but today was an eternal mindfuck.
“Are you going to untie me?” I question, quirking an eyebrow at her as my hand pulls on the last restraint.
“No,” she responds flatly.