I’m bound. Trapped. Tied up to his bed with zero control over what happens next.

Yet I feel totally free.

Exposed and spread before him, I’m totally at his mercy. And I know he’s going to take care of me. He’s going to give me everything I need.

Even though he’s drawn it out, made me desperate with need, not letting me cum time after time, I know it’s going to be worth it when he finally gives me what I want.

Spreading my legs, Colt crawls up between them, teasing my slit with the head of his massive cock. I moan. “Please.”

But he doesn’t give me what I want. Not yet. He continues to tease me, rubbing himself along my opening, occasionally dipping the tip inside, just an inch.

When he has me a desperate, writhing mess, he finally gives me what I’ve been craving all night. He looks at me, his eyes going dark as his gaze rakes over my bound body.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard, baby.”

I meet his eyes. “Then what are you waiting for?” I may be tied to his bed, but I know what I want, and I’m not afraid to ask for it.

He grins and leans down to nip at my lips. Then before I know what’s hit me, he’s slamming into me, his huge cock filling me up, as deep as he can get.

I cry out with the shock and searing pleasure that rockets through my body.

Colt lets out a sharp breath, lowering his forehead to mine. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight, so wet.” He groans as he slowly pulls out, the friction of his cock dragging along my inner walls causing me to shudder. I immediately miss the feel of him inside me and buck my hips again. He answers me with another hard stroke, bottoming out again.

I whimper. “More, Colt. I need more.” It’s a million times better than anything I’ve ever felt. Lying there in complete surrender to him as he fucks me, totally at his mercy sparks something in me I never expected. Just letting go and letting him take care of me, give me everything I need, satisfies some deep need I didn’t even know I had.

And as he thrusts into me again and again, hard and fast, I feel the familiar sensations of another cresting orgasm.

“More,” I cry out, my eyes still locked on his. “Harder.” I can’t get enough of him. He’s already driving into me with such force that our skin is slapping together, our breath coming out in strangles gasps. But he still picks up the pace even more, forcing his way inside me over and over until I feel like I’m about to explode.

His grunts and groans are so fucking sexy that they only heighten my arousal, knowing it’s me giving him this pleasure. I’m the one bringing him to the edge.

“I don’t know how much longer I can last, baby,” he growls. “You’re just so fucking tight. It feels so amazing. So perfect.”

His words send me careening over the edge unexpectedly, my body convulsing, my pussy clamping down on his cock as he slams into me harder. Over and over, I pulse around him, crying out his name as I cum harder than I ever have before.

Then I feel him swell up even more inside of me, and he groans again and harshly bites out, “Fuck. Oh, Cydney. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” as he cums in my pussy, his face contorted in a mask of pure pleasure.

The knowledge that I’ve brought him to this edge sends me on yet another orgasmic wave as the first one has barely passed.

We collapse in a sweaty heap, my hands still suspended above me. When he catches his breath, Colt lifts up to untie me. Carefully. Gently. Totally opposite from the rough way he just used my body for both of our pleasure. It’s a contradiction that is somehow sweet.

When my hands are free, I wrap them around him, running them all over his body that I was denied the chance to touch earlier. I want to touch everywhere. Feel everything.

They trail along his strong shoulders, his broad chest, his chiseled abs, finally resting on his thick cock that is still hard. For me.

I wrap my hands around it and squeeze, pulling a groan from him.

He quirks a brow at me. “Not satisfied yet? You trying to kill me, woman?”

I laugh. “Oh, I’m plenty satisfied. For now. It’s just my turn to touch you now.”

He flips me over until I’m straddling him, his cock nestled in between my legs and I rock against him as I continue to explore his body with my hands. I lower my head to his chest, needing to taste him again.

I feel his dick twitch beneath me and raise my eyebrows. “Ready to go again so soon?”

He smiles. “You owe me a ride.”

I smirk. “If you’re lucky.”

But as I raise up and then lower myself back down onto his cock, I feel like I might be the one that’s lucky. This has been a night I’ll never forget.

“Stay here with me,” Colt says. “As long as I’m in town. Stay. I need more of you.”

The words are everything I need to hear. Because that’s exactly what I want too. What I need.

I ride him, just like I promised I would, knowing for sure that I’m the lucky one now. And I say the one word that has been my answer to everything with him. The only word I know how to say to him.

“Yes.”