Tristan’s doing everything to me that I always wanted a man to do—secretly, in my dreams—but never thought was possible.

He dominates me, and in my submission, I feel free to let go.

It’s like he sees through all my layers of lies, the various faces I show the world, and he sees only me.

My hands are cuffed with what looks like pure gold handcuffs. And he’s got me blindfolded with his tie.

I don’t need to be blindfolded. I shut my eyes tightly and try to ride the waves of pleasure that’s swimming up in my body as Tristan thrusts into me from behind.

It’s always hard to take in his long, thick cock. But I will never tire of trying.

He spreads me wide and forces me to tell him over and over again that I am his, that I will never run away, and the only he can complete me.

“Tristan, fuck. God. I think I’m gonna come.”

“That’s good baby. Come for Daddy. Just let it go.”

As soon as he gives me permission, I tip over the edge and just start falling.

I’m vaguely aware of Tristan plunging into me from behind, but my orgasm is so intense as it tears through me that all I see are stars, and my head is spinning, and I’m swimming in him, in all his masculine energy and testosterone.

It’s an aphrodisiac, to say the least.

I need a moment.

I need a second.

But no such luck.

He capitalizes on the moment as he sinks ever deeper into me, drawing out my orgasm to the realms of wild bliss.

I fear I might die from this.

“Good girl. You’re coming so hard for Daddy.”

He says the words and grips my hips hard as he thrusts himself deeper into me.

It’s all I can do to keep myself propped up on the bed.

I’m restrained and blindfolded, and the only thing I can see or imagine is the feel of Tristan’s cock sliding in and out of me so roughly and with such force. He’s taking over my entire world, which was no doubt his intention.

He pumps into me for a long time, and I swear I’m just coming over and over again.

And then he flips me over at last. He straddles my chest and starts to slide his cock between my tits. He presses them together and fucks them.

He rips the tie off my face, and I look up into his blazing green eyes.

He’s looking at me intently, like he’s also ripping off the layers of my soul that are hidden to him.

He likes to have me vulnerable, exposed only him in every way. Mind, body, and soul, I am his.

My hands are restrained, the cuffs digging into my skin as I try to move. He’s got me pinned down hard against the bed with his legs.

I look down at his giant shaft sliding along the space between my tits, and it’s so fucking hot, and I just want to taste it, to taste him.

Dear God, please give me that cock in my mouth. Let me suck it. Let me taste it.

I’m praying and yearning for more.

I need more to survive.

It’s a deep need that only Tristan can fill.

“Tristan, I want to taste your big cock so bad,” I whimper.

“You want that cock, my slutty little princess? Beg,” he growls the words, and I get more heated by the tone of his voice.

“Yes, Sir. Fuck, please, yes.”

At my admission and before I really even know what’s happening, he’s shoving his cock down my throat.

Fuck yes. Finally.

His cock fills me up and makes my need for him abide. All I need is him, this.

I try to take down his massive length. It hits the back of my throat, but I don’t gag, so fierce is my desire.

I just want to taste him, all of him.

I want him to consume me, all of me.

He presses his cock hard down my throat. I take it in like a champion. Tristan gasps and clenches his teeth like he’s gonna come—but he doesn’t.

Spirals and waves of pleasure threaten me once again. The idea of taking Tristan’s cock so far down my throat is enough to put me over the edge.

His intensity and his dominance turn me on.

And just as the waves are about to crash, he pulls out, spreads my legs wide, and puts them up on his shoulders.

He slides the tip of his cock along the outside of my pussy. It torments me.

More. I need more.

“Is this what you want, baby? Is this what you’ve been dreaming about?”

I nod vigorously, hands still tied.

And then to my total maximum pleasure, he sinks his wide cock deep inside of me.

Stretching out, he’s taking me deeper than ever before, hitting against the back of my cervix. And every time he pulls out, his cock drags along my G-spot, and I’m nearly enveloped by the pain and the pleasure of it all.

He looks at me, smiling, like he knows exactly what he’s doing, like he knows exactly how much she’s torturing me with his body.

“You’re gonna come deeply for me, Isobel. I demand it.”

I know he means what he says. My orgasm is not under my control. Everything is in his hands. He determines when and where and how hard.

I just stare at him, not being able to take my eyes away from his infectious gaze.

He’s hot. He’s dominant. He’s everything I could’ve ever wanted in a man.

I lie back, my wrists hurting uncomfortably against the handcuffs, and I try to just breathe my way through what he’s doing.

He pumps in and out of me slowly, so slowly, in fact, that it’s pure torture.

Every time he hits my G-spot, I feel the desire burning in me deeply, threatening to explode like the hottest volcano.

At this angle, with my legs spread so wide and my ankles up on his shoulders, he has perfect access to me. I’m forced to take in every inch of him, which is no easy feat.

He thrusts into me slowly, over and over again. He rubs my clit with his thumb—and then I feel it happening.

There’s no going back. Even if he demanded I stop right now, there’s no going back.

My body races towards the edge, and I hurl myself over with reckless abandon.

The world ceases to exist. All I can see and feel is him. And all I know is that I’m his, forever bound by some inexplicable connection.

There’s no way to ride this course of waves.

Crashing. I’m crashing hard.

I scream out his name, I think, but I can’t even tell because my head is in another dimension.

He knows what’s happening, that the orgasm is racking through my body.

And then he starts to fuck me really hard.

I’m coming all around his cock, the world spinning and twirling in a million different directions.

And he pumps into me with such rigor, and all I can feel is his giant cock filling me up and taking me over. I come so hard, over and over again, and then I feel him erupt into me.

His hot cum mingles with my own and drips out of my now sopping wet pussy.

He’s gasping hard, pumping into me, blowing his load and his essence all over me, inside of me, everywhere.

I close my eyes and just try to take it.

It’s the most intense amount of pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s also painful in that delightful kind of way.

Most of all, I’m enraptured by this man. He’s got me entranced, and it feels like fucking magic.

I’m breathing hard and calling his name, my pussy contracting in rapid pulses. Soon, he falls forward onto my chest, enveloping me with his burdensome body. All his weight is pressing down on me, and he breathes harshly in my ear.

“That was fucking fantastic, Isobel.”

A smile curls on my lips as I know I’ve satisfied my man. I’ve done everything for him that I possibly could. And he’s demanded everything of me that he possibly could.

This is a love like no other.

This is rapture.

This is bliss.