I’d shown up again at the Underground every night since the first one. Same jacket, same mask…

And every night I’d gone home, hard, heavy, and aching with frustration.

When I saw her walk in tonight, I was beyond ready. And a powerful wave of pleasure ran through me, thick and sweet. I knew she’d come back. I’d been right all along…

“Angel.” In three strides, I was at her side. She’d only just made it beyond the door. I took off my jacket and draped it around her shoulders, covering the same sheer dress she’d worn the last time. Only tonight, her nipples were unbound and clearly visible. She’d tied the pink satin ribbon around her waist this time. The bow was soft in the back and the ends trailed down…

I was hard even before I scooped her into my arms. “You came for me….” It came out a statement, not a question. I was already halfway up the stairs and had no intention of stopping. The only privacy waited up there…

“Of course,” she answered, wrapping her arms around my neck, tangling her fingers in my hair. Her silver mask glittered around her eyes. “You knew it before I did…”

I exhaled heavily into her neck and breathed in the sweet, fresh scent of her skin. “I hoped… I imagined… I dared to dream…,” I answered, closing the heavy door behind us. “I only told myself I knew.”

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” she said, as I put her down and stripped my jacket off her. She shuddered, making her round, perfect breasts sway… and her nipples grow even stiffer. “But you were right… I had to see you again… once more.”

“Once isn’t enough,” I growled, kneeling in front of her so I could kiss the cleft between her breasts. “It could never be enough for us…”

“It’s all I have,” she answered. “It’s all I’ve got to offer.”

I kissed and licked, biting and teasing. I worked my way from the hard pink tip of each breast down the curve of her belly and buried my face in her sweet depths. She collapsed over my back and in minutes was crying out with release. Her pussy clenched, washing me with sweet, slippery wetness. “It isn’t all,” I argued, letting my hands roam her body. “I came inside you. I made you my own. You might have denied it was happening at the time, but you knew. You let me take you, and you’re here again for me now. You trust me more than you realize, Angel. Or you never would have come back tonight.” I picked her up and walked past the binding table and the instruments, the framed images of graphic sex on the walls…

I had only one need. And it started and ended with her. I carried her to the bed and put her down. Just the sight of her mouth, only inches from the head of my raging erection had me painfully close to the edge. I stood, displaying like an animal. I was huge and dripping. I ran my hand over my darkened head and moved the slick liquid down my shaft until the entire length glistened. I spread my legs and let her see the effect she had. I was rampant and pulsing hard…

But I never anticipated what happened next. She reached behind her back and untied the ribbon with a swift, smooth movement. Then she had my balls in her hands and was pulling me in. I felt slick, cool satin against my raging heat… she slipped the thin strip of satin around my balls… and the base of my cock… “Sweet, fucking Angel…,” I managed to gasp…

The next thing I knew, she’d drawn it tight, using it like a leash… and I was inside her mouth. Eleven long inches of thick, veined cock, and she was swallowing me like I belonged to her. I rocked on my feet, gripping with my toes, and gave myself over to the sensation. Warm… wet… muscles working me like rolling waves…

If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought she’d been practicing. But I knew full well what drove her. It was the same pure need we’d ignited in each other on prom night. That inescapable bond between us. Pink satin ties and sweet, sweet promise… She licked with her tongue, working my length, and I nearly collapsed at her feet.

“Christ, Angel…” I drew out in spite of her protests. She gripped my ass in her hands and licked her lips. She tightened the satin… and my cock bobbed heavily with every beat of my heart. “You like to play, baby…,” I whispered, sinfully, “but not fair…”

I captured her wrists in one of my hands and pulled her to her feet. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a longer, wider piece of satin. For a fast moment, I wondered if she’d remember… that I’d tucked the sash from her prom gown into my pocket so many years ago. The delicacy, the texture had always reminded me of that night… of her skin… It was the only thing I’d had left of her… A second later, and I’d bound her wrists up tight, her hands in front of her sweet pussy… her upper arms pushing her breasts together in the way that we both loved…

I could see the excitement behind her mask, feel the heat of our chemistry beneath her skin. “No, Angel,” I said darkly, as she began to resist. “This is what you want… what we both want. And I’m the only man who will give you everything you need. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on you.” I slipped my fingers under the edge of her mask. “And you knew it, too.

This is what we were meant for…”

But she whipped her face to the side, trying to escape the truth. I gripped her delicate jaw and felt the tiny muscles working. “Look at me,” I demanded. I butted my cock between her legs and felt how wet she was. I turned her, forcing her to look in my eyes. “You’ve already trusted me with your body, sweetheart,” I reminded her,

“tonight you’re going to trust me with even more…

Did you think I want a sub?” I asked. “A woman without her own will… without strength or courage or challenge? You’re going to let me see you tonight. All of you.

Show me you have the courage to trust me.”