I mewled in frustration as Carter stopped me from unveiling his package. I’d been desperate to taste his cock again ever since I blew him in the park.

“Come on,” Carter said, helping me to my feet. “You are mine to do with as I please, remember? And I want to tie you to the bed.”

The words caused an instant reaction in my body. Fiery heat raced through me, demanding satisfaction. Being at Carter’s mercy was something I’d been looking forward to all week, and it was about to happen.

“As you wish,” I said. “I’m all yours.”

Playing the submissive role wasn’t something I did often, but it heightened the dynamic between us, adding to the storm of passion that dominated my mind.

Carter looked at my body, his eyes taking in every part of me, filling me with pride and joy at the possessive need in his gaze. “As good as you look in that, it’ll have to come off. It will only get in the way later.”

I reached behind my back to undo the bra, but Carter stopped me with hands on my shoulders.

“Let me.”

He took my lips with his, his tongue entering my mouth as his hands wrapped around me and pulled me close. The sudden press of his mouth on mine distracted me, and when he pulled back, I was already topless.

“Just as gorgeous as I expected,” he said. “You are perfect.”

In that moment, I believed I was perfect in his eyes, even if I never shared those thoughts about my body. His conviction was immediate and sincere, and it drew me further under his spell as he ran his hands down my sides and onto my hips. He paused for a moment before pushing my panties down, drawing them far enough that gravity took care of the rest.

For the first time, I was naked in front of Carter, and all I felt was passion. There was no room for self-consciousness, not when he looked at me like that and my body was aflame for his touch.

“You are an angel, Madison. And you are mine.” The tone of his voice brooked no argument, and I voiced none. Until the morning, I was. “Lie on your back in the middle of the bed.”

Once there, he wrapped padded cuffs around my ankles and hooked them into rings strategically placed at the corners of the footboard, then did the same with my wrists. I lay with arms and legs extended, helpless and naked under his gaze.

It was even hotter than I’d expected.

Carter stood at the side of the bed, still dressed in his tuxedo pants. His well-developed upper body gleamed in the soft light he’d turned on, the web of scars adding an accent. He could have been a Roman statue of a conqueror surveying the spoils of war.

With slow, sure movements, Carter undid his belt and pulled it free, tossing it to the ground. He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, allowing them to fall. Kicking them aside, he stood in his black boxer briefs.

I knew what was inside, and I squirmed against my bonds in anticipation as he hooked his thumbs in his waistband. It came down achingly slow, revealing the trimmed growth of his hair. I bit my lip to keep from moaning as the first glimpse of his shaft appeared.

Holding my breath, I swallowed hard. Carter had paused his motion.

I looked up to see his face, and a small smile occupied his mouth.

“Do you want something?” he asked.

“I want to see you,” I said. “All of you.”

The underwear dropped another inch.

I groaned in frustration. It wasn’t fair how Carter could tease me without even touching me.

“Please,” I begged. “I need to see how you look with your entire body naked.”

That earned me another inch. His shaft took shape, but the bulk of his manhood was still covered, and it was difficult to tell how aroused he was. I shifted against the cuffs, desperate to peel the rest of the fabric away so I could tell what effect I was having on him.

“Carter, don’t keep me waiting any longer. I need to see your cock. Show it to me.”

As if I’d said the magic word—and maybe I had—Carter pushed the boxer briefs the rest of the way down. His cock sprang free of its encumbrance as if it had been held prisoner against its will.

“Yesss.”

It was thick and full, not quite sticking out straight from his body, but almost there. I hadn’t even touched him yet, but my body was affecting him.

“Satisfied?” he asked. “Got your fill?”

I smiled in response. “The view is terrific from here.”

He struck a pose, flexing his muscles. The way they caught the light was mesmerizing. “Take a good look, because you won’t get the chance to see them for some time.”

Carter took something from the bedside table. A scrap of material. It didn’t take long to figure out what it was for as he knelt beside me on the bed and tied it around my eyes.

The blackness made everything else more vivid. Unable to see Carter, I had to listen for his movements. Even smells became more intense as whiffs of his heady scent wafted past me.

When his lips touched me, I gasped from the intensity of the sensation.

It wasn’t even on what I would have called an erogenous spot. He kissed my inner wrist, and a delightful shiver ran down my arm. That was followed by a light touch of a fingertip, sliding from the spot he kissed to my shoulder before pulling away.

I waited anxiously for the next touch, the next kiss. I didn’t have to wait long.

Carter next kissed my ribs just underneath my left breast. Like before, it felt more intense than it had any right to. He then drew a tight spiral with his fingertip, lightly over the skin and expanding slowly outward.

It was too strong to be ticklish, but too light to be a true caress. It was, in every sense, a tease.

Despite the gentleness of his teasing, my body responded to his ministrations as if he were passionately devouring me. I’d never been teased like this, with a soft kiss there and a light touch here. Carter had me wound up and expectant, unable to guess where he’d go next, always surprised at the sheer sensation flowing through my body.

Throughout it all, he avoided the areas I expected him to touch. My nipples and between my legs were begging for release, especially after the countless times he trailed a fingertip along the edges of my breasts or up my inner thighs. He kissed only an inch away from my pussy, and knowing that he could see me spread for him and smell the fullness of my arousal only turned me on more.

“God, this is insane,” I said, unable to keep quiet any longer. “How much longer before you touch me?”

His voice was low and insistent as he spoke into my ear. “I am touching you. Do you not enjoy it?” Even the sound of his voice in my ear was sensual and sent a tingle across the back of my neck.

“I do. I love it. I just need you inside me so badly.” I could hear the whine in my voice but couldn’t do anything to change it. He had me desperate for more.

His lips nibbled on my ear lobe, and I felt it all the way to my toes.

“Patience, Madison. You’re mine to play with as I see fit.”

I trembled as his fingertip traced my lips, then trailed along my jaw. It slid down my neck, then flirted with the top of my right breast, followed by the left, before slipping in between them. Down the side of my stomach, he then found the top of my thigh and slowed even more, inching closer and closer to my core.

I moaned in anticipation as Carter crept closer to where I needed him. His fingertip followed the crease of my thigh, then onto my outer lip.

My breath caught in my throat at the terrifyingly intense burst of pleasure. He pressed more firmly, spreading me open but not touching inside.

“Please,” I panted, scared that he would continue the tease. “Please keep going.”

His finger paused as if he was thinking my request over. Then it pressed against me, entering me and filling me.

“Oh, God.”

It evoked the biggest reaction I’d ever received from such a simple gesture. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes as my mind melted with pleasure. The build-up had been so long, so thorough, that with a simple touch, Carter had me on the edge of insanity. Just knowing that he was finally inside me in some form was enough to make my heart sing with joy.

I was so distracted and focused on the single point in my body that I missed feeling the bed shift until his tongue joined the party. My gasp turned into a loud moan as he removed his finger and gave a broad lick across my lips.

“I knew you would taste delicious.” Carter’s voice was a growl from between my legs. “And you do not disappoint.”

If I had any doubts about his words, they were erased completely over the next few minutes. Carter explored my every fold with his tongue, groaning as he did. The vibrations shot up through my body, giving me physical pleasure to go along with the mental stimulation of knowing he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

“God, you’re amazing,” I said. It was almost too much to bear after the teasing, the way he ate me with such relish.

He’d had my body on edge for so long that it took very little time for my first orgasm to slam into me. It enveloped my body with rolling waves of pleasure, orchestrated by the maestro between my legs. I grabbed the rings that my cuffs were tied to, pulling on them to give me an anchor to reality as everything disappeared except for the tongue and mouth on my pussy.

Carter rode out my climax and then kissed my thigh as I became too sensitive for direct contact.

“Fuck,” I said, wiped out from how hard my muscles had clenched during the height of my orgasm but trembling from even greater need than before. “You need to fuck me now.”

He continued to kiss my thigh, then licked along my hip crease, creeping closer to my core once more.

“Need is a strong word. I would love to fuck you. But we have all night, and I’m enjoying myself too much doing this for now.”

I strained against my bonds as his lips kissed me, soft against my sensitive flesh. This time, he was slow, almost lazy, enjoying me as if I was a brunch buffet. There was no rush in his actions, no sense that he just wanted me to get off so the real sex could start.

That let me lie back and just enjoy him. Carter’s technique was flawless, and his attitude just made everything that much hotter.

The only thing that might have made it better was if I could run my hands through his hair as he licked me, but it was so hot being tied up for him that I couldn’t complain.

Carter was an expert at reading my body and the sounds I made, and every time I got so worked up that I was about to blow, he slowed the pace. He kept me on the edge, losing my sanity one lick at a time.

The fifth time I moaned in frustration as he backed off again, he chuckled.

“Aren’t you enjoying this? I know I am.”

The hormones flooding my brain loosened my tongue. “I want to come so badly. And I need to feel you inside me. This is torture. Sweet, delirious torture.”

His mouth surrounded my clit, his tongue swirling around the bud as he hummed. In no time, I was up against the cliff once more, breath coming in ragged gasps as I chased the elusive climax he’d been teasing me with.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Right there.”

Just as I was about to fall into a thunderous abyss, the stimulation stopped again and I groaned.

This time was different. A few seconds later, something rubbed against my pussy. Something big and hard.

“Is that…? Oh, God, yes,” I said, rocking my hips to feel Carter’s cock against my lips.

He slid his head against me, through my folds, and against my entrance. He looped up around my clit, and I took a sharp inhale at the intensity. I teetered on the edge, floating in a blissful cloud but eager for the next step.

My hips gained a mind of their own, desperate to trap him and force him inside, pushing up at him every time he was near. Eventually, Carter pressed a hand against me, pinning me to the bed.

“Please, Carter. Fuck me. Make me yours.”

“Gladly.”

This time, he didn’t stop half an inch in. He kept going, pressing inside me, spreading me open far wider than his finger had. I was ready for him, drenched with desire, delirious with passion. It felt like he slid in forever, a single continuous thrust. Even if I hadn’t been blindfolded, I would have been blinded by my eyes rolling back into my head from the overwhelming sensation.

Only when he bottomed out inside me did I notice the moaning I’d been doing. Tied to the bed and spread open for him, it made me feel like a wanton slut for him, and I embraced the feeling. I wanted to be a slut for Carter. I wanted him to take what he wanted and to be the one to provide what he needed.

“Fuck, Madison. You feel so good.”

I used my hips to grind against him. “You are perfect inside me. I knew we would fit together so well.”

The orgasm I’d been chasing had returned, looming over me with ominous potential. Before, I’d been struggling to attain it through Carter’s teasing, but now, I fought to hold it off, wanting to savor being filled before I lost myself in delirium.

All it took was Carter to draw his hips back and sink in once more, and I was gone.

“Fuck, Carter, I’m coming,” I moaned, barely getting the words out as it swept through me, stealing my voice.

The previous climax had been strong, but it paled in comparison to how hard I came with Carter filling me. My muscles gripped him, contracting around his thickness. Carter kissed me, and I could barely kiss him back as my focus narrowed to the flood of pleasure bursting through me.

His lips moved to my neck, adding to the tingling that rushed over my skin. At the peak of my pleasure, Carter fucked me, driving his cock through my quivering internal muscles, sending excruciatingly intense blasts through my nerves.

“Oh, fuck,” I screamed, embracing the moment. “Yes, Carter, keep going.”

He fucked me through the end of my orgasm, extending it longer than any I’d ever had. By the time I finished, my legs were shaking.

Carter slowed, then stopped. The blindfold came off my head to reveal him watching me with a predatory glint in his eye.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked.

I nodded, unable to muster the energy to be sarcastic. “I can’t believe how good you feel. I’ve been waiting for this for weeks.”

He thrust another time, his eyes barely staying open as his eyelids fluttered. It was unbelievably sexy to see how good I made him feel, that it wasn’t just me who was losing my mind over the sensations.

“I feel like I could do this forever and die happy,” he said. “I need to do this, though.”

Carter reached over to the headboard and freed my wrist, then did the same on the other side. I made a sad sound when he slipped out to release my ankles, but he was back in a few seconds, and this time, I could wrap my legs around him as he slid back in to the hilt.

I reveled in the coiled strength of his muscular back under my hands, rediscovering what it felt like to be an active participant. This time, I could hold him close as he thrust inside me, and it was achingly intimate as we rose to another climax together.

“I’m getting close,” Carter grunted in my ear, his voice vibrating with need.

I would never be able to refuse him.

“Come for me,” I said. “Come inside me, and I’ll come too.”

As if the words were a magic spell, Carter groaned and slammed his hips into me harder, using short, erratic thrusts as I felt his shaft swell and pulse within me.

“Yes, Carter. Come for me,” I breathed, my orgasm triggered by his. “It feels so good.”

He shuddered on top of me, his muscles rippling under my hands. His body covered mine, feeling heavy but comforting at the same time.

We came down from the peak together, breathing heavily.

“I… you’re amazing,” Carter said.

I answered him not with words, but with a kiss more tender than any we’d ever exchanged.