God, she looks perfect. She looks like one of those naked angels in old, classical paintings.

Her lips are parted dramatically as hot huffs of breath escape, along with her little moans and whimpers.

Her eyelids flutter open and shut. She tries to keep her gaze on me, but every time I lick her clit just slightly, she shudders and throws her head back. Even though she gets frustrated when I slow down, she keeps her hands where I put them.

Her legs, though, are a different story altogether. They were relaxed on either side of me when I started eating her pussy, but now she’s spread them wide and tensed up her muscles.

Her feet are on my back, and she’s gently pulling me closer. I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it.

She’s so turned on her wetness would’ve dripped onto the couch if it weren’t for me lapping it up like it was honey. She tastes so fucking sweet I could do this forever. I could just set up camp between her legs and live here.

Except she’s begging me for release, and I’ve already promised it to her. Besides, I’m dying to fuck her, too. Hell, I’ve been waiting for three years to do it. If I don’t do it tonight, I might just spontaneously combust into flames from the red-hot lust that’s been building up inside me.

“Are you ready, kitten?” I ask.

“Yes, Sir.”

As I undo my jeans, I notice Katie watching me with want-filled eyes fixated on the hard bulge in my pants. Little minx.

“Sir, are you . . . are you going to take off your shirt, too?” she asks softly, looking like she’s embarrassed.

“Depends.”

“On . . .?”

“Are you saying you want to see me naked?” I ask.

The floor lamp’s flooding the living room with warm light, making it hard to see colors clearly. Still, I notice Katie’s cheeks turning slightly rosier. Under natural lighting, she’d probably appear flushed.

“Yes, Sir,” Katie admits.

I smile. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

There’s this urge from deep within me; I want to learn everything there is to learn about her. Maybe if I get close enough, I won’t ever have to say goodbye to her. Maybe I won’t ever have to go home. Maybe she’ll let me stay by her side forever.

As I shed my clothes, she watches me with big, unblinking eyes, her gaze tracing the lines on my abs, then settling on the V-shaped ridges that start from my hips to form a big arrow pointing down to my hard, pulsating dick.

I can’t help but smile to myself as I slide a condom over my cock. She’s watching me, her eyes widening. She looks up to meet my eyes, as if she can’t believe what she’s seeing.

I know what she’s thinking. I know my cock’s bigger than average; I’ve gotten that look before.

“You look worried, kitten,” I say casually.

“No, Sir,” she says.

“Good. I’ll take good care of you,” I say. “There’s no need to be worried. You’ve taken me all the way inside you before. You can do it again.”

Katie nods. Her jaw slackens when my fingers play with her slick opening.

“You’re so wet it’s not going to hurt at all,” I say.

She opens her mouth like she’s about to say something, but she cuts herself off with a sharp gasp when I push the tip of my cock into her pussy.

Katie gives way easily, her muscles stretching to let me in. She melts like butter tonight, all pliant and obedient like she’d give me anything I ask of her. Her eyebrows furrow with concentration as her eyes turn glassy and her eyelids lower.

“Look at me when I fuck you.” I drive myself all the way inside her with one thrust. It gets her attention. Her eyes snap open, and she strives to meet my gaze, even though her pupils are fogged with lust.

I put one hand over the binding around her wrists. The soft blanket lets me tie her up tightly without worrying about leaving marks on her pretty skin—I don’t want to do that and put Katie in awkward situations at work when one of her patients notice.

That said, I do want to brand her in some way, to make it obvious she’s mine.

I stop thrusting to take Katie’s nipple into my mouth, licking her pink areola with my tongue, feeling the subtle texture of her skin.

Katie lifts her hips off the couch in response, rocking desperately against me. With my weight bearing down on her, though, she doesn’t have much room to move. She mewls deliciously, making my cock stir inside her.

I take some of the soft, supple flesh on the side of her breast into my mouth, then I bite and suck on it until Katie whimpers. When I let go of her, a purple mark has formed on her skin.

One of these days, I’m going to mark this woman with a ring or even a tattoo. Something permanent. But for now, that purple mark will have to do.

I pull my cock out of her. “Lay on your front,” I say, my voice urgent with need.

I lay on top of Katie once she’s in position, letting my dick, now wet from having been in her pussy, drag over her ass. I reach up to undo the bindings around her wrist.

“Remember what I said about trust?” I ask.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want you to show me how much you want to please me. Put your hands on your ass cheeks and spread yourself for me.”

Katie twists and gives me a questioning look, but she follows my order like a good little girl.

“Now,” I say, swallowing my urgency, “tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to . . . fuck me,” she says softly.

“Say that again. Louder this time.”

“I want you to fuck me, Sir. Please.”

With her pussy literally spread wide for me, it’s easy for me to believe her. Accepting her invitation, I spear into her, where it’s warm, wet, and tight. Fuck, it feels like my cock’s found its home.

I lean my forearms on the couch, trapping Katie between me and the cushion. “Say it again. Beg me to fuck you again.”

I watch my dick sliding in and out of her, and her face scrunched up as she fills the room with her soft moans. She’s taken over all my senses.

“Please, fuck me,” Katie moans as her fingers dig into the couch cushion so hard her knuckles are turning white.

“Good girl.” I grab her hair and pull firmly, from the roots, so I don’t hurt her. “Tell me what else you want.”

“I want you to make me come,” she says breathlessly.

“Sure, as long as you tell me you’re mine.”

Katie doesn’t even hesitate before the words slide out of her mouth. “I’m yours, Sir.”

Fuck. That’s it. I can’t wait to come, too.

“Put those hands back on your ass.”

I get up to my knees and grab Katie’s narrow waist, pushing her down into the couch cushion. Slamming into her again and again, I feel cum boiling in my balls.

Katie’s brows are knitted in ecstasy, her eyes heavy-lidded and her lips parted. She keeps her hands on her ass like I told her to, and she raises her hips up slightly to let me get deeper inside her.

She allows herself to be vulnerable before me and lets me do what I want to her. There’s nothing sexier to me. And, judging by the way her muscles are spasming around my cock right now, she’s liking this, too.

I grip her waist harder and really pound into her, to the point where every thrust forces a big exhale out of her. “Come for me, kitten. Come on my cock and cream yourself all over me.”

Katie’s body shakes underneath me, and I feel the tremors all the way inside her pussy, massaging and milking my cock.

I can’t fucking hold back anymore.

Ramming inside her one last time, I let myself go and feel my cum shooting out into the condom, my dick throbbing and pulsating.

Collapsing on top of her, I whisper, “Tell me you’re mine again.”

“I’m yours,” she says with a deep, satisfied sigh.