Chapter 10

Joe

As I stare up at the ceiling I can’t help thinking about all the things I could have said or done, but I suppose this is the most ideal outcome. I mean, what I’d really like to do is curl up with her and just be happy together for the rest of our lives. But I’m sure that’s not the kind of thing she wants right now. She’s only twenty-four for heaven’s sake! She probably wants at least a few whirlwind romances before she settles down properly.

To be honest, I’m willing to wait. I can wait for her beautiful eyes to only see me. I don’t care if she has to find out that other guys aren’t good enough for her first. Eventually she will learn that I am the perfect one for her and that we are meant to be together.

I would give her everything she’s ever wanted, and she’d never have to worry about anything or work a day in her life, because I’d be there for her.

Okay Joe, slow down a minute. You’re getting a little ahead of yourself. I mean, isn’t that what you did with the last girl? She became so dependent on you that you weren’t a husband anymore, you were just a wallet. And you don’t want that to happen again.

Ella is an independent young woman who can think for herself, and she probably doesn’t need or want a man to run her life for her.

I can feel myself getting a little excited thinking of Ella as such a powerful woman, controlling her life and her men. She can do whatever she likes. I wish I hadn’t left, I mean, I know I had to. But I should have brought her back. Then she would be here with me, in bed next to me right now. I’d slide my hand over her hips as I kiss her and she’d whisper sweet nothings into my ear before biting down. Maybe we’d try a few different things.

I look up to see Ella standing over me, her long dark hair pulled back into a pony tail so as not to obscure her beautiful face, this time covered in dark make up, making her deep blue eyes practically glow. My eyes move down to her body, partially covered by a black leather corset with dark pink accents. It’s so tight, and her breasts look amazing! And her waist, I love her waist… her curves are irresistible. I could spend hours running my hands over them, discovering every peak and dimple… I bet she has those little back dimples, too. I love those.

My eyes move down her body and she’s wearing tiny black panties that I can barely see, and black stockings all the way up her gorgeous legs.

That’s it, I have to have her now. I mean, how can a man resist that? I reach out to her and realize that my hands are bound above my head. Oh, you naughty girl. Please just have your way with me, don’t make me beg.

She grins and bites her lip, oh man, that is so sexy. I’m already rock hard and throbbing, needing her touch.

Ella looks down at me and pouts, yes, poor me. Please help me, I need you Ella. She slowly crawls on the bed and over my body, brushing against my cock and making me shiver, her panties are so damn soft, I can’t help moaning.

The way she whispers in my ear is driving me crazy, I keep wanting to grab her and kiss her but my hands are tied and I can’t move.

Please, Ella, come on, just one kiss. The shade of pink on her lips matches the shade on her corset, and all I can think about is how I want her to mark my body with dark pink kisses. I want to see her lipstick on my cock.

She sits up, rolling her hips over my cock. The soft silk of her panties against my skin makes me moan. It feels so soft and incredible. I could cum from just this. But I’d much rather she used her mouth… I want to know how good she is. If she can drive me wild just by standing there, what can she do when she’s sucking my cock?

She gently grazes her fingernails down my chest, leaving a small red line all the way down from my neck to my cock. I shiver, the way she moves over it and around it, never actually touching it, does she want me to beg?

Have I mentioned how much I need her?

Without saying a word, she moves back and looks down at my cock, slowly sticking out her tongue and licking all the way up from the base to the tip. I shudder and my bed rattles as I try my best to break my bonds, but to no avail.

A chill runs up my spine after her tongue leaves my cock, it feels cold, the kind of cold only a warm mouth can fix. I look up at her, pleading with her.

“What’s the magic word...?” she asks, bent over at my cock, ready to start. The curve of her spine and the way her ass sticks out makes me want to take her from behind, but first I need release, I can’t handle this anymore.

“I need you!” I almost shout, begging her with my eyes, “I need you... please.”

She grins and leans back over my cock again, slowly licking up to the tip and digging her nails into my hips. With a quick movement she takes my head into her mouth, causing me to moan, her mouth is just as warm and wet as I imagined it would be, her tongue is so soft and the way she moves it around me is making my toes curl.

Slowly she starts to move down, placing her plump lips over the head, in and out. Oh fuck, this feels amazing.

She keeps going further and further down... as deep as she can, and I can’t stop shaking. This is without a doubt, the best blowjob I’ve ever had!

She speeds up, and I can hear the bed creaking a little, now. Every now and again she goes a little deeper, painfully slowly to emphasize how deep she’s taking me in.

I didn’t think it was possible to get this hard but here I am. I know she’s not going to want me to cum yet, but I don’t know how she’s going to stop me unless she just stops all together, which would be the worst. I mean, I know right now she’s my little bad girl, but that’s just cruel.

I wonder if she would do this for me outside of a dream. If I could ever make her mine, that is. I suppose that would ruin the fantasy. She works for me, teasing me every single day, getting me all worked up until I just can’t take it anymore. Then she takes me upstairs to see to me properly, and she knows she’s not supposed to, but who am I to stop her getting what she wants?

“Oh… God!” I cry out as she takes my cock all the way to the back of her mouth. I can feel her throat constricting around me as she chokes a little, but she can handle it. I can barely even look down, I’m afraid the sight of her with my cock in her mouth would just make me cum straight away, and I want to be able to enjoy this properly.

The feeling of her soft lips moving up and down my shaft and her tongue licking around my head is so incredible. All I want to do is cum in her mouth. I want to see my cum dripping onto her gorgeous tits. I want to know that she’s mine, and that I’ve claimed her as my own in a primal and lust filled way. I want her to rip off those tiny panties, sit down on my cock and ride me until I don’t even know my name.

I want her to sit on my face so I can taste her sweet pussy.

But no, she’s in charge here and she continues to suck my cock better than anyone before her, and now she speeds up, really giving it her all and I think she wants me to cum! The way she looks up at me is almost unbearable, I grit my teeth and look her in the eyes, pleading with her to make me cum, I need her so badly. She squeezes her lips around me going painfully slow then she speeds up again just to show me what I’m missing and how much I love it when she goes fast. Oh God, yes I can’t hold it anymore, the pressure is building up and I’m going to cum in her mouth. Please Ella, keep going, just a little more I’m almost there!

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“Ah!” I wake up practically jumping out of bed, I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream that vivid. Her mouth, it felt so real and that orgasm? It was one of the best I’ve had in a long time. It’s a shame it wasn’t real.

As I lay back in bed I feel a bit cold and realize what has happened. What am I? A teenage boy? This has to stop. I’m not letting this happen again.

I really can’t handle myself around a strong woman. They have always been my weakness.

I sigh to myself, increasingly uncomfortable in my own mess. But I can’t help thinking of her, and that blowjob. I have to know if she’s that good in real life.

Just stop, you can’t be thinking like this if this is what it leads to. What would she think of you?

Just get up and wash your sheets before Marnie wakes up. For damn sure get them clean before Ella gets here.

Save yourself the embarrassment. You’re thirty-six years old—pull yourself together, man!