I hold Sienna tightly by the hair and pump my load into her mouth. A part of me wants to pull out and see it spray all over her face and tits but the warm, tight feeling of her throat and the way she’s gagging on it makes me not want to ever leave her perfect mouth.

I watch her lap up all the sticky cum. My girl loves my cum. She doesn’t want to waste a single drop and the thought is enough to make me fucking blow an even stronger load out than I already do. I wanna feed her all my cum and then give her more. I want to give her everything.

I barely catch my breath when she stands up crooks her finger, imploring me to follow her to the bedroom. I’d follow her perfect, tight little body anywhere. A part of me finds a twisted satisfaction in knowing she can’t get enough of my cock. She’s never had anyone like me, guaranteed.

The sight of Sienna sprawled out across my bed is seductive torment. I immediately go from half-mast to rock hard again but this time I have a plan. She wants it so bad? Trust me she’ll have it.

I open the drawer to the nightstand and pull out a pair of handcuffs. Her eyes widen, and she looks a little timid.

“Ever done this before?” I ask in all seriousness.

She shakes her head no.

“Good. I want to be your first.”

I fucking love that I’ve been her first in a lot of things we’re doing together.

But I wonder if she trusts me enough to do it? I hurt her before and I hope that won’t impede her willingness to open her mind to the thought of me conquering her in this way.

I clank the steel cuffs together and the noise makes her bite her lip.

Yeah, she’s willing. She wants it.

Fuck yes.

“Trust me Sienna, okay? Just know that I’ll never push you too hard. I know your limits, okay?”

“Alright.”

I climb on top of her and pull her arms up over her head. I’ve got one of those Herculean beds with posts that are the size of tree trunks. I cuff her wrists to either side of it then step back and look at my handiwork.

She looks fucking gorgeous sprawled out on my bed liked, her body pliant and exposed and mine for the taking.

She looks at me tentatively so I start slow. Very slow.

It makes me crazy thinking about playing out my dark desires with Sienna. And the fact that she’s loved every bit of my dominance so far, even if she won’t admit it.

“I want to hear you say you only want me, you’ve only ever wanted me.”

The defiance in her eyes screams my answer.

This both turns me on and infuriates me. I’ve thought only about her for ten years and I expect the same from her.

“You shouldn’t be so cocky when you’re chained to my bed post.”

She glares at me. “Why? What are you going to do about it?”

I smirk and say, “I’m going to leave for a little bit and you won’t know when I’ll be back.”

“Wait, Leo, what? You can’t leave me here like this.”

“Oh, but I can.”

It makes me rock hard to think of her being tied to my bedpost alone with only thoughts of me to occupy her mind. That’ll show her some temperance.

“Leo! Fuck, no.”

She’s struggling as I leave the room. Let her pine for me a bit. I go to the kitchen and take my sweet time having breakfast. I order up some room service and read the paper. Only after it’s been awhile do I go back in.

The minute I walk in, she turns, trying to cover herself by crossing her legs.

“There’s nowhere to hide, Sienna. It’s all me all the time. You better get used to this.”

She jerks her head to the side and refuses to look at me.

“Say it, baby. You know you want to.”

I remove the jeans I was wearing and sidle up between her legs. Stroking her inner thigh softly makes her tremble with need.

“Have you been thinking of me?”

I torment her by dragging my fingers over her stomach and waist, everywhere except the place where she most wants to feel me.

“Just say what I want to hear and this can all end in pleasure.”

She’s silent, defiant, so I get up to leave again.

“Fine,” I say. “If you want to play the hard way, we can.”

“No! Leo, please don’t go.”

“Then tell me what I want to hear and say it like you mean it.”

It’s almost at a whisper when she says, “I’ve only ever wanted you.”

I may have had to force it out of her, but it fucking sounds like the truth.

And when she lifts her golden eyes to meet mine, it’s like fireworks explode. We both feel it. I know this connection is as real for her as it is for me. Though neither of us has voiced our feelings, the sexual chemistry is palpable.

“Good girl,” I say with confidence as I make my way between her legs again.

I bend my head down and graze my tongue along the lips of her pussy. She’s so wet. Obviously our little time apart was good for her. She smells like a fragrant mix of body wash and her own delicious juices.

I lick at her clit and have to hold down her legs because she’s trying to buck her hips and take control and get what she needs from me. She wants it so bad. I can tell from her swollen, trembling clit that’s budding more with every flick of my tongue.

Soon she starts to relax into it and she lets herself be pleasured by me. It’s not worth fighting.

All I want to do is make her come until her head explodes.

I don’t know why she’s having such a hard time accepting that. All she has to do is submit to my control and the world will be hers. I’ll pleasure her as much and as long as she wants.

Why fight anything we feel between us? We’re both so fucking stubborn…but it is part of what makes us both so fucking perfect for each other.

I swirl my tongue around her clit for long, tantalizing moments. She’s arching her back into it but the handcuffs and my grip on her thighs stop her from getting far.

“Leo, I’m going to come,” she pants.

I’ve got her right where I want her. As she reaches her climax, I stroke my fingers around her opening, and this sends her soaring even higher, riding the wave of endless orgasms that just keep on coming.

She’s screaming my name.

“Leo!” It falls from her lips repeatedly.

That’s all I wanted to hear. She could’ve just done that from the beginning and made this process a lot easier.

She comes so hard, one right after the other. I take my place between her thighs and spread her wide. I know she does yoga and let me tell you that’s paying off right about now.

I plunge my cock deep inside her. She’s so wet and sticky from her cum that I slide right in. I push her legs back so that she’s wide open to me and the view is fucking gorgeous. My baby cuffed to the bed, tits out, craving my touch, and her wet pink slit is at my disposal.

I ram my cock in and out, not rushing, drawing out both of our pleasure. It feels so good to just have her like this at my utter beck and call.

“Say my name again, baby, tell me how much you enjoy this.”

I’ve got her going, so wet and horny and needy that she just says whatever’s on the tip of her tongue, what she’s been dying to say.

“Oh Leo, fuck, it feels so good. It’s only you. It’s only ever been you.”

They’re the only words that I want to hear. I push into her even deeper and I think my own eyes are rolling back into my head from the sensation of her pussy clamping down around me.

So. Fucking. Wet.

At the last minute I decide I want to paint her with my cum. Just as my orgasm is about to rip through me, I pull out of her clenching pussy let it go. I spray ropes of hot, sticky cum all over her stomach and tits. Jet after jet shoots all over the place, so much cum everywhere.

It’s so fucking hot to watch. And it takes her by total surprise.

Her eyes go wide and her mouth drops open, and fuck, that makes the next sticky stream shoot right in her mouth and all over her cheek.

She moans like it’s all she’s ever wanted, running her tongue over her lips to get as much in her mouth as she can.

Jesus Christ, this woman fucking loves my cum.

I let my hands fall to the bed on either side of her heaving chest and stay there for a minute to catch my breath.

I take a hand and scoop up some of the cum from her tits, then watch as she licks it all off. She looks at me the whole time, her eyes full of raw lust.

Then it’s over. I step back, putting my mask back in place.

She eyes me with a look of apprehension. Like she doesn’t know what happens next. I know she’s torn, wanting more, because so am I. I could do this with her every day and every night.

I’m still not convinced she’s entirely mine, though, and that leaves me broody as fuck as I uncuff her.

“You good?” I ask as she rubs her wrists.

“Yeah. That was intense,” she says.

“In a good way, right?”

“Yes,” she says, suddenly seeming shy about what we just did. But then she flashes that beautiful smile, and I know I’m that much closer to winning her over for good.