I can’t get her into my hotel suite fast enough. This firecracker is making me crazy. I already came down her throat once tonight. It wasn’t enough.

I need to be inside her. I need her spread before me. Bound. Submitting to me. Offering it all up for me to devour and ravage and take.

Cydney turns to me when we enter my room, her eyes curious. Wondering what I’m going to do. I hinted at it earlier.

“Lasso?” she says, a tease in her voice.

I shake my head and chuckle. She’s a wild one. No inhibitions at all.

I stalk slowly toward her as if she’s my prey, my eyes narrowing on her as I circle behind her, running my hand down her shoulder to her chest, lightly running over her tits and coming to rest with fingers splayed on her stomach.

Yanking her back against me, pushing her into my hard cock, I whisper against the skin of her neck while I hold her close. “Have you ever been tied up before? Helpless? On display for a man to look and tease and touch and fuck?”

I feel the shudder race through her. Hear the pace of her breathing pick up. Sense the desire curling around us.

“No,” she breathes.

“Is that what you want, Cydney? What you really want?”

She tilts her head back to look at me, no hesitation in her eyes. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” I smile.

Without warning, I spin her around, trapping her hands behind her, holding her tight. I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her deep and hard and greedy.

She kisses me right back, just as much want and need radiating from her body.

“Get on the bed.” It’s a command, and she does as I say despite her fiery little personality.

Going to the closet, I find the silky scarves I keep. Walking slowly back toward her, I trail the gauzy fabric over her exposed neck, teasing.

She sighs. “No ropes?”

I smile. “Doesn’t look like you’re complaining.” Not at all. She looks like she is very much enjoying the feel of the silk on her skin.

Her eyes lock with mine. “I don’t know what to expect.”

In that second, I almost rip her clothes off and take her just like she is, tease and torment be damned. Because she’s so fucking vulnerable right now. But also so trusting. Letting me do what I want. Giving herself and her pleasure over to me as if she trusts completely that I’ll only take care of her. And I will.

I toss the scarves onto the pillows, then crawl over her on the bed, my hands finding their way under her shirt, fingers brushing against her soft skin. Light as a feather. She lifts her arms, and I remove her shirt, my eyes raking over her perfect tits. So full and round. Leaning down, I bury my face between them.

I cup them through her bra, thinking I’ll take my time, but as I flick her nipples beneath the lacy fabric, she arches and moans against my palms, and I need to see them. I unclasp her bra and toss it aside.

She reaches for me, her hands trying to remove my shirt, and I smirk, catching her wrists. “Not the way this is going to work.”

Her brow wrinkles in confusion. Grabbing her hips, I lift her higher on the bed until her head and shoulders are cushioned by piles of plush pillows. Then I take one hand and press a kiss to the palm, grabbing one of the scarves.

“Look all you want, baby. But no touching. I’m the one in control tonight. You surrender to me. Let me take care of you. Can you do that?”

I watch for any sign of hesitation. But all I see is excitement and lust. “Yes,” she says again, and my smirk returns. This girl. So willing to do anything I want. I fucking love it.

I tie her up, binding her wrist to the headboard, then repeat the action on the other side. I give the scarves a tug, testing their strength. When I’m satisfied, I look back at her.

“All you have to say is stop. At any time. Got it?”

She nods. “Got it.”

I take a minute to just look at her, my cock going so hard at the vision laid out before me. Shedding my clothes, I take my length in my fist, pumping up and down while she watches, her mouth a perfect round O.

“You like what you see?”

She nods. “I want another taste.”

Fuck. I grip my shaft harder. I want to feel that hot mouth again too. Almost as much as I want to feel her pussy wrapped around me.

Climbing back on the bed, I peel her jeans down, taking her panties with them, and then she’s completely naked. Her pussy glistens with her arousal, and I dip my finger in.

Cydney wiggles, her hips bucking as I add another finger, sliding in and out of her while I continue to stroke myself with my other hand.

She gasps in breathy little pants that are so fucking sexy I don’t know what to do with myself. I just want to hear that sound all night long.

Her eyes go dark, her wrists pulling against the scarves that bind her, and I can tell she loves it. Loves being at my mercy. I continue to pump into her, bringing her higher and higher, then just as she starts to tip over the edge, I withdraw my fingers.

She grunts in frustration. “What are you doing? I need to cum. So close.”

I shake my head. “You’ll cum when I tell you to.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn’t argue. Doesn’t resist.

Perfect. She is totally perfect.

“How about that taste?” I ask, crawling up over her until I have a knee on either side of her ribcage, my cock bouncing over her tits.

She licks her lips and nods.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Making me crazy.

I grab her tits, shoving them together, then thrust my cock between them over and over, groaning at the ecstasy of it all. When I look down, her mouth is open, waiting. So I thrust harder, the head of my dick hitting her tongue as I continue to fuck her tits.

Moaning, hips bucking, she looks up at me. “Please,” she says. “Touch me.”

I take a hand behind me and stroke it over her pussy while she continues to lap at me. And she’s so close. So wet. So desperate to cum.

I move my hand away again, teasing her. She pulls at the scarves, frustrated. “I need to touch you,” she pants. “To touch myself.”

“Why?”

“I need to cum,” she begs.

I lean down, my words a whisper against her lips before I claim her mouth in a kiss. “When I’m finally inside you, you’re going to cum harder than you can possibly imagine.”

More moaning. I smile. She has no idea just how much this delayed gratification will be worth it. I continue to tease her, bringing her close over and over with my hands, my mouth, everything but my cock. I touch her everywhere, loving how she responds to me. As if her entire body is consumed with pleasure that I’m providing.

But when she looks at me again and whispers, “Need you inside me,” I can’t wait any longer. I grab a condom and roll it on before pressing another kiss to her swollen lips.

“I’m going to give you everything you need now, baby.” And I wonder if maybe this perfect girl is everything I’ve ever needed.