After Connor’s grand entrance, none of us wanted to waste any time. We needed each other, and we needed it so fiercely there simply was no time to lose. He handed me his helmet, I hopped on his bike, and off we went, riding through NY’s traffic toward his place at the Dakota.

We’re already there, racing through the courtyard at a hurried step. When he opens the door to his apartment, we stumble inside and turn into each other in silence. Then, the moment we hear the door closing behind us, all hell breaks loose.

We fall into each other’s arms, our mouths crushing as the fire of desire engulfs us both. Connor’s hands go straight to my waist and he pushes me back, pinning me against the wall as we kiss. Our tongues run in circles around one another, our kiss a dance of lust and desire.

Just like the first time we were together, I can barely believe this is happening. When all seemed lost, Connor came through and saved me from a life without him. Happiness? No, that’s not the state I’m in. It’s more than that, so much more. With him by my side, I have everything that I have ever dreamed off. With him by my side, I don’t need anything else.

“I love you, Natalie… Never doubt that. Not for one fucking second,” he tells me, pulling back from our kiss and gently pressing his forehead against mine. I look into his eyes, my heart drumming a song of ecstatic happiness. My heart knows this is my happy ending, and so does the rest of my body; I feel a growing wetness between my legs, but this is so much more than simply lust. It’s passion and love; it’s all the good that a human being can feel.

“I love you too… You’re my world, Connor,” I whisper, my heart tightening as I realize that I really believed our story had ended. How could that be, when we are made for each other?

I take one hand to his face, brushing my thumb against his lips, and a grin dawns on my face. “Now… I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I tell him, feverish thoughts bubbling up in my mind. “My mouth, my ass, my pussy. Make it all yours,” I continue. Yeah, that’s right, I used to be such a nice girl, and now look at me. Dirty as dirty can be, and Connor was the one who made me like this. And I love it, I just do. And now that I have him, I believe that things are only going to heat up from this moment forward…

“Look at you,” he starts with a grin, slowly sliding his fingers down my dress until they meet the hemline. “What happened to you, love?” he asks me, that deliciously wicked grin of his making my insides clench.

“You happened to me,” I respond, licking my lips as his fingers slowly make the hike up my legs and under my skirt. He goes to my outer thighs and, there, he grabs my thong and pulls it down. The fabric falls down to my feet, and I don’t even bother to look at it; I just kick it to the side.

“Much better,” he chuckles, taking his hands out from under my dress. “Now, let’s make this more interesting…” he whispers, walking past me and straight into his bedroom. I’m almost there when he comes out, one of his dark ties wrapped around his hand. I stand still, looking from the tie to him, and he just grins at me, deviousness flickering in his eyes.

“Now, do you trust me?” he asks me, raising his hands and unrolling his tie. I don’t even say a thing; I just nod, pursing my lips as my heart starts to beat at a maddening pace. With a smile on his lips, he laces the tie around my head, covering my eyes, and knots it. As I drown into darkness, I bite on my bottom lip, waiting for what Connor does next.

I gasp as he picks me up from the floor and, carrying me in his arms, walks a few feet before putting me down. I feel the soft mattress shifting under my weight and I lay back, my heart pounding so furiously there’s a knot in my throat. I wait to see what happens, but I don’t even feel Connor on the mattress. Has he left the room? What does he have in mind? But then I feel the mattress shifting again, this time under his weight, and I prepare myself for the ocean of pleasure he intends to drown me in.

Blindly, I reach for him, but before I can find and touch him, he curls his fingers around my wrist and stops me. “I’m not done,” he merely says, and then I feel silk around my right wrist, and then around the left one. He pushes both my arms up and, moving around on the mattress, he ties me up to the bedposts. I struggle against my bindings, testing his knots, but there’s no way out from this: now he’s in control. He has all the control.

“What now?” I ask him, a wild grin on my face.

“Now… Now you’re mine for me to do as I please,” he whispers against my ear, my pussy growing even wetter as his words go straight to my brain. Mine for him to do as he pleases… Has anyone ever said anything more wickedly delicious? I doubt it.

I tremble as I feel the touch of his fingers on my ankles; he brushes his fingertips against my skin and then, grabbing my heels, he takes them off and then I hear a dry sound as they hit the floor.

“Do it… Whatever you want,” I whisper, barely able to hear my own words. My heart is pounding so hard into my eardrums that I’m practically deaf right now.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” I hear him say, the sound of his voice coming at me as if we are in a dream. In a sense, we are. I mean, this is a dream come true, in every sense of the word. In fact, I don’t think that dreams can ever be this good.

His fingertips go over my skin, slowly moving up my legs until they meet the hem of my dress. Using his thumbs, he pushes the fabric until it’s around my waist, and my skin prickles as I imagine him looking at my soaked thong. Then, I feel his lips above my right knee, and he starts laying gentles kisses over my body in an upward line until he reaches my inner thigh. Instead of going for my pussy, though, his mouth moves to the side and his kisses go for my other thigh.

“I need to see you,” he whispers and then, as if his words weren’t clear enough, he continues, “I need to see all of you.” Placing both of his hands on my thighs, he parts my legs and kneels himself there; then, he flattens the palm of his hands over my stomach and runs them up until his fingertips are touching my collarbones. “I’m sorry, love,” he says, and then he pulls the fabric harshly. The dress strains against my body, and then there’s a ripping sound as the fabric tears. He pulls until the whole dress comes off and, as soon as that happens, he rests his fingertips on my stomach once more. Moving softly, he traces a straight line with his fingers toward my cleavage, and he only stops when he meets my bra. As my bra fastens at the front, he just flicks his fingers and undoes the clasp, the cups sliding off of my breasts smoothly. “You’re fucking perfect, love…” he whispers, his fingers moving over the curve of my right breast and then gently circling my hard nipple.

“This is torture, Connor…” I tell him, my voice quivering as his fingers inch closer to my rosy tip.

“I know,” he says, and I sense the wide grin he has on his face. He’s really enjoying himself… And, well, so am I. There’s something about being with a man while you’re blindfolded and tied up—there’s a sense of vulnerability that you wouldn’t get otherwise, and that just makes everything so much better. It’s frustrating, sure, but I’d say the payoff merits the effort.

Connor traces soft lines around my nipple, but he never touches it. When he moves to my left breast and does the same there, my heart kicks and thrashes against my ribcage in protest. I want, no, I need his touch… And he knows it. Instead of giving me what I want, he has chosen to tease and torture me, to draw me completely insane.

“Connor…” I whisper, raising my hips from the bed as my body begs for more, so much more. Still, he keeps on teasing me, circling my nipples with maddening patience. I’m so wet right now that I already feel my fluids dripping down my thighs and soaking the sheets under me. I try and struggle against the ties, but it’s a futile mission; unless he unties me, I don’t have a say on what happens now. And, as frustrating as it is, I can’t help but love it.

“Patience, love… Good things come to those who wait,” he tells me and, at that exact moment, he pinches my right nipple between his thumb and index finger. Violent electric sparks rage through my body as I succumb to his pressure, and I squirm in place as he starts to pinch harder and harder. Panting, I bite on my lower lip as the pain goes from my nerve endings to my brain, and there it turns into pure pleasure. When he does the same to my left nipple, pinching both of them at the same time, I can’t stop myself from moaning as loud as I can. I told you that I was very, very wet, didn’t I? Well, that’s nothing compared to the state I’m in right now. Swear to God, I’m so wet that I might just die of dehydration.

“I… I want more,” I cry out loud, swaying my hips from side to side. The moment I open my mouth to speak, Connor stops pinching my nipples and flattens the palm of his hands, squeezing both my breasts gently and making me purr with delight. Then, letting go, he brushes his fingers down to my stomach, closing in on the place that really matters. Still, he stops inches away from my pussy, stopping before he takes his fingers down my inner thighs. He strokes my skin there, and then goes for my groins… He’s so close to my pussy now that I can’t help but lift my hips from the mattress once more, trying to force my pussy against his hand. To no avail, of course, he lays his forearm across my waist and pins me down harshly.

“You really can’t wait, can you?” he asks me mischievously, and I nod as if I’m running a fever, anxiety filling every single one of my muscles.

“I need --” Connor cuts me short by flattening his hand against my pussy, taking his forearm off of my stomach and keeping me down with just the pressure of his hand. I gasp as I feel his touch on my pussy, my inner lips burning with desire, and then he makes it even better by turning his hand and placing his thumb above my clit. He starts to rub it with quick short circles, and I sway my hips from side to side, pressing my pussy against his hand. “Oh, God…” I moan as he starts to run one finger up and down the length of my pussy, gently teasing me. “Please, Connor… I can’t take this anymore…” I sigh heavily, my body burning from the inside out.

“I know,” he responds simply as he pushes his index finger past my folds and, curling it upward like a hook, he presses it against my G-spot. The moment I feel his touch there I grit my teeth and hiss, my body tensing up as all his teasing finally turns into something more tangible.

He doesn’t even move his finger—no, he just keeps it against my G-spot while he circles my clit with his thumb, but that’s all it takes. After torturing me for so long, every nerve ending in my body is as sensitive as it has ever been, and so every single touch of his propels me down pleasure’s lane. My muscles become so tense they seem like concrete, and a high voltage current travels up and down my spine as my mind spins into a disarray of thoughts. I come with a scream, the sound of it exploding in the air as the winds of ecstasy whirl the thoughts in my head into a pool of irrationality. And that’s when he starts to finger me.

I’m still coming when he starts moving his finger in and out of my pussy, but always pressing down on my clit. My screams turn into moans, and he takes that as a good opportunity for him to slide one more finger in. Flicking his wrist, he moves his fingers at a relentless pace, and it doesn’t take long for me to arch my back and start pulling with my arms against the ties that bind me. That wind inside of me is fanning the flames of ecstasy, and they’re threatening to consume me, which I don’t mind, not at all. As far as I’m concerned, pleasure like this can consume every single inch of my body, mind and soul. I’m free for the taking.

“I think I’m going to… I think that I’m --” The words die in my throat as my muscles start to spasm, a violent orgasm taking over my body and forcing me to scream again. I arch my back until the waves of pleasure start receding, and only then do I collapse completely on top of the mattress, breathing hard.

“And we’re just getting started,” he whispers, and I feel the mattress shifting under his weight as he moves. I tremble as I feel his lips on my neck, and then he starts to move his mouth downward, straight to the valley between both my tits. There, he climbs the curve of my right breast and, using only the tip of his tongue, laps at my hard nipple. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel him wrapping his lips around my pink tip, sucking and pressing down at the same time while, with his other fingers, he’s back to pinching on my nipple.

I expect him to take his mouth to my left breast as well, but that’s not what he does. Instead, when he finally lets go of my nipple, he starts brushing his lips down to my stomach, to my navel, and then further down until he’s over the mound just above my clit. Knowing what’s going to happen, I lift my hips up from the mattress once more, but this time he doesn’t make me wait.

“So… fucking… delicious…” he whispers, circling my clit with the wet tip of his tongue. I start swaying my hips from side to side, wanting more of his mouth, and he simply opens it wide and presses it against my wet folds. He starts sucking immediately, my folds going between his lips and into his mouth as he laps at them with his tongue. He isn’t sucking or licking—no, he’s doing it with such intensity that there’s only one way that I can describe what he’s doing right now: he’s devouring me.

Placing his forearm across my waist once more, he pushes me down onto the mattress as he eats me out. I squirm in place as I imagine my fluids dripping down his chin, his lips glistening, and I feel an overwhelming urge to take my blindfold off. Of course, I can’t do it, and so I have to endure the darkness… for now.

As Connor starts to jab at my insides with his tongue, I feel my pussy clenching, and I ready myself for another avalanche of pleasure. God, we’re not fucking yet, and I’m on the verge of coming for the third time in a row… Seriously, I’m the luckiest woman on Earth, and that’s not up for debate.

“Oh, God,” I moan as that high voltage current inside of me grows even fiercer, electrifying every single one of my muscles and burning them up with ecstasy. “OH, GOD!” I repeat, this time shouting out the words as a convulsion takes over my body, my legs flailing as I once more try and push my arms against the ties around my wrists.

“Come, love,” Connor tells me, pulling back from between my thighs and circling my clit with his thumb, stroking it gently as my muscles twitch and spasm in quick-fire movements. “Come for me…” he continues, the sound of his voice caressing my eardrums and lulling me into a dream-like state, one where perfection is not only possible but attainable as well.

“I want you too, Connor,” I start, getting the words out between hard breaths. “I want to taste you. Now.” I tell him, trying to add some certainty behind my words. I might have met him as a nice submissive girl, but I’m learning a few things along the way. “I want you to give me your cock, all twelve inches of it, and I want you to do it right now,” I command him.

“Oh, seems like someone wants to take charge,” he says with a chuckle, and then I feel him moving over me. He’s on his feet now, I can feel him stepping over my body and then kneeling right above my breasts. I crane my neck, parting my lips and trying to reach for his cock, but to no avail. I only feel him on my mouth when he angles his member down, rubbing his glans against my lips.

I lap at his tip with my tongue, hungrily running it in circles, but I don’t linger there. I open my mouth as wide as I can and, craning my neck again, run my lips down his glans until all of it slides into my mouth. As I suck the tip of his cock eagerly, he places both his hands on my head and tangles his fingers in my hair; keeping me in place, he slowly slides his shaft down my mouth, and he does it until the tip of his cock is pressed tight against the back of my throat. My mouth is open so wide that my jaw already hurts from the effort, but the way it feels to be so completely filled by him… Oh, it makes it all so worth it.

“That’s it, love,” he whispers, sliding his cock out and then back in, rocking his hips in a crescendo of movement. “Your mouth feels fucking amazing…” he continues to whisper, thrusting so hard that I’m no longer sucking or licking; I’m just frozen in place as he fucks my tight mouth. “Fuck,” he groans suddenly, and I feel his cock pulsing against the roof of my mouth. He stops thrusting at once, and then slides his cock back until it pops out of my mouth with a wet sound. I hear his hard breathing, and then I feel him bending over me; his fingers are behind my head, working on his knot, and then he finally pulls the tie out.

My eyes narrow into slits as the light in the room bombards me, but the first thing I look at is his hard cock; there’s pre-cum glistening on its tip, and it’s pulsing with a violent eagerness for more.

“Fuck me, Connor. As hard as you can,” I tell him, my mind quivering as he crawls down to between my thighs, a wicked grin on his face.

“As hard as I can?” he asks me, looking into my eyes as a fire rages behind his. “Are you sure you can take it, love?”

“More than sure,” I respond, licking my lips as I part my legs, inviting him in. Still grinning, he leans into me, pressing his stomach over my own as he angles his cock straight at my pussy. He grabs his shaft with one hand and, pushing it down, rubs the tip of his cock up and down my inner lips; I tremble as I feel his member on me and, reacting by instinct, I cross my legs behind his lower back and reel him in. He doesn’t resist, instead, he accompanies the movement of my legs by thrusting hard.

“OH, GOD!” I scream at the top of my lungs, his thickness pushing against my inner walls and stretching me wide. It doesn’t matter how many times we fuck, I just can’t get used to a cock as big as his. Oh, make no mistake, I’m not complaining here, in fact, it’s just the opposite: every time we fuck, I get to feel his cock as if it’s the first time we’re together. It’s a true miracle of sex, if you ask me.

As he thrusts, he leans further into me, pressing his body on mine, and kisses me. I close my eyes and surrender to the way his lips feel on mine, our tongues dancing and fighting as the rhythm of his hips grow into a maddening frenzy. He’s moving so fast that everything in me is burning, and that includes my soul. His thickness moves in and out at a hard pace, straining against my inner walls and hitting that sweet spot every time it goes deep inside of me.

With my legs locked on his back, I urge him to go even faster even though I’m not sure if I can take it. But I do it anyway, and Connor responds by thrusting so hard that I can’t help but scream until my throat turns raw.

“Untie me, untie me,” I beg him, the sound of my voice raspy and urgent. I’m straining against the ties hard, but all he does is look at me with a wicked grin.

“I will… But you’ll have to be nice,” he teases me, and then reaches with one hand for the bedpost and undoes both knots. The moment I feel my arms free from bindings, I place both my hands on his back and dig my fingernails into his skin so hard I might draw blood and leave a mark. At the same time, I start nibbling at his neck, pulling his skin between my teeth perhaps too harshly; he doesn’t seem to care, though, and he keeps on thrusting until I feel on the verge of exploding.

He’s fucking me so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if the bed breaks and we fall straight onto the floor. But that doesn’t happen; what happens is that I come, a mighty explosion going off inside of my head. I close my eyes as my brain goes thermonuclear, my blood grows radioactive, and my pussy tightens so much around Connor’s cock that I might just break it in half.

When the rush of endorphins finally starts to fade away, I collapse on top of the mattress completely exhausted. There are beads of sweat on my forehead, and my chest is rising and falling at an urgent pace. I don’t even know how many times I’ve came, all I know is that Connor’s far from being done.

He slides his cock out of me and, hooking his fingers on my hips, rolls to the side and pulls me up into him. I go after him, parting my legs and straddling him. We lock eyes and the same smile dances on both of our lips; we’re completely in sync. I go for his cock, curl my fingers around it and lift my hips up. I tease him, rubbing his glans against my drenched folds, but I don’t have his willpower; I last just a few seconds, and then I ease down, impaling myself on his thickness.

I scream again as he bucks his hips at me, burying his cock so deep inside my pussy that my G-spot seems like it’s on fire. And then he does it again, and again, and again. I should be the one riding him, but he doesn’t stop thrusting, completely destroying me. He’s fucking me so hard that the concept of time becomes meaningless, all of my existence focused on how amazing it feels to have him inside of me.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” I curse under my breath as my insides start to scream, pleasure clawing and biting at my nerve endings. I come again, a wave of ecstasy washing over me before I can even prepare myself for it. I’m not one to curse, but I just can’t help myself right now. Besides, I’m way off my ol’ straight and narrow path, so a little cursing isn’t going to hurt, right? Fuckin’ right.

As I come down from the umpteenth orgasm of the day, I grit my teeth and start to rock my hips against him; at the same time, I lean into him and bury my fingernails into his chest. This time he keeps still, allowing me to take the lead and ride him into the badlands of pleasure. And that’s exactly what I do: my body sways slowly at first, but it doesn’t take long for the rhythm of my hips to turn into something so furious I’m actually surprised I’m capable of doing it. I do it until my muscles feel heavy, my lungs on the verge of collapsing and, just like that, I come again. Christ, I don’t think I've ever came this many times during a single day. How am I still conscious?

“I’m… exhausted…” I whisper between breaths, rolling to the side as his cock pops out of me. “But… I… want… more…” I add, commanding my muscles to work together as I go on all fours and wiggle my ass from side to side, summoning Connor.

“That’s my girl,” he says as he goes to his knees, positioning himself behind me. “You make me proud,” he continues as he grabs me by the hips and places his cock against my pussy. This time, there’s no waiting period; he thrusts in one sudden and violent movement, driving his cock so deep inside of me I’m actually surprised he hasn’t cut me in half.

He keeps thrusting until my mind has melted away, all thoughts inside my head just a scattered collection of my lustful imagination. I don’t even feel the passage of time; all I feel is my pussy tightening around his cock, electricity raging through my body as my muscles spasm again. I hiss, my throat feeling sore from the effort, and I close my eyes as this last orgasm chokes whatever rationality still lives in me.

“Take me…” I whisper, breathing so hard I might just pass out. “All of me,” I add, and he knows just what I want. He pulls his cock out and, grabbing it with one hand, slides it up and places it between my ass cheeks, its tip pressing on my asshole. Oh, God, I can’t believe we’re doing this.

I grit my teeth as he moves in at a patient pace, pushing his glans against my ass. His shaft follows after, straining against my insides and forcing a scream to claw up my throat. I open my mouth and let it out, my sore throat no longer complaining, or if it is, I don’t even feel it.

When Connor finally sheaths all of his twelve long inches inside of me, I’m burning so hot I might just burst into flames. And when he starts to thrust… Oh, sweet Lord, there’s a Heaven after all. This feels so fucking good you wouldn’t believe it. It hurts, it sure does, but it’s the sweetest kind of pain I have ever felt. I can’t even open my eyes right now. I’m lost in a Universe of pleasure, and it’s almost like I don’t even have a body. It’s my soul that’s feeling all this ecstasy.

“OH GOD! DON’T STOP! DON’T YOU STOP! DON’T… STOP!” I shout as loud as I can, the most intense orgasm I have ever felt in my entire life rising up to meet me. When it finally explodes it’s as if somebody has pulled the plug out of me. I collapse on top of the bed, his cock popping out of me harshly, and I lay there like I’m dead, except my limbs are flailing and I’m convulsing as if I’m having a seizure.

“Now that’s impressive,” I hear Connor’s amused voice as if it’s coming from the bottom of a well. Somehow, hearing him jolts me into life and I force myself to turn around and lie on my back. I open my eyes lazily, and he’s still on his knees, looking at me with hungry eyes.

“Now… Don’t stop,” I whisper, my words barely audible. “Stroke yourself for me… I want you to… I want you to come all over me, Connor,” I continue, a tired grin showing on my lips. He just grins at me and, curling his fingers around his cock, he starts to move his hand back and forth. I barely blink as I see him stroking himself, completely lost in a trance. And that’s when his cum hits me straight in the face.

The first strand of his seed jumps from his cock in a split second, splatters of cum going right between my eyes. I open my mouth and throw my head back, more thick ropes of it falling into my mouth and over my breasts. In less than a few seconds his warmness is covering my whole chest, and still he keeps coming. I don’t think he has ever came this much before, and it seems there’s still a whole lot more inside of him.

“Fuck,” he groans, gritting his teeth and still stroking himself. My face is completely covered in cum, and I don’t even want to think about the state my hair is in. I grab my breasts and, feeling them wet and slippery, start to rub them as I smear his juices all over me. “Oh, fuck,” he repeats, finally letting go of his cock as the final spurt of cum falls straight on my pussy.

He collapses by my side, lying on his back and closing his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. Grinning, I turn to him and, without even waiting, I press my cum-coated lips against his. His reaction is a fast one; he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into him, my chest pressed against his. The cum that’s covering me starts dripping down onto his body, but he doesn’t seem to care; instead, he pushes his tongue inside my mouth, scooping whatever cum I have there and pulling it into his mouth.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Natalie,” he whispers, running his tongue down my chin and onto my neck, licking me dry. Smiling, I grab his hair and yank on it, forcing his head back. He looks straight into my eyes, smiling back at me.

“I love you, Connor D’Avington,” I tell him, my heart bursting with happiness.

“I love you, Natalie…” he says and then, after pausing, his lips widen into a coy smile. “How does Natalie D’Avington sound?”