I tug on the tie, testing the knots. Lucy did a good job. They’re not so tight that they interfere with my circulation, and the soft silk doesn’t chafe my skin, but the knots don’t give to the pressure either. Until Lucy decides to set me free, I’m not going anywhere.

That situation is just fine with me…

Lucy drops to her knees beside the bed. She looks at my body stretched out on her bed with hungry eyes, like I’m a feast and she’s starving.

She taps impatient fingers against my sternum, each drum beat sending out a vibration that ripples through me and pools at my groin. I grind my teeth together and struggle to remain still.

Sweet mercy! If this simple, virtually chaste touch has such a strong impact on me, I won’t last five minutes before I explode. I haven’t been this turned on, felt this out of control since I was a teenager.

“I’ve been thinking.” The blood roaring past my ears makes Lucy’s voice sound like she’s on the other side of the room, rather than on her knees beside me. “Last night, I let you do all the work while I just laid back and enjoyed myself.”

She walks her fingers down my sternum.

“I didn’t mind.”

A naughty smile curves her lips. Her fingers reach my navel and commence a lazy exploration that makes my hip twitch as my eyes cross with pleasure.

“Be that as it may,” Lucy continues, “it still doesn’t feel right. And you know what they say, turnabout is fair play. Last night you removed my sight, so tonight I prevented the use of your hands.”

She bows her head, dipping her tongue into my navel and swirling it around. My arms jerk against the bonds.

After a few seconds, Lucy lifts her head. Her breath fans across my stomach, cooling the moisture left by her mouth and I shiver. It’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever felt.

And Lucy isn’t done.

Her fingers start creeping, continuing their slow trek south, relentlessly moving in the direction of my straining cock. It jerks and expands to an even greater, more painful size in anticipation of Lucy’s touch.

Her fingers stop their slow, sensual journey a hair’s breadth away from my heavy balls, and I groan with disappointment. If she loses her nerve now …

Lucy doesn’t shift away. She continues to kneel beside the bed, her eyes wide as she stares at my aching, proud member.

She shakes her head. “Yesterday, I was shocked and scared by how massive this thing is.” Her hot breath fans out over the object of her attention, causing my hips to make short, involuntary thrusting motions as my hands strain against the tie. Much more of this and the damn bedpost will break.

Lucy’s fingers move, drifting lightly over my scrotum before extending toward the base of my cock.

“I still find it a little scary,” she admits, “but now, I’m more fascinated than frightened.”

She doesn’t wrap her hand around my shaft, but strokes it all the way from the base to the tip and then slides back down to the base with the tip of one finger.

My hands clench into tight fists and the cords in my neck stand out as I fight for control. “Damn it, Lucy,” I half groan, half shout. I seriously can’t take much more of this teasing before I explode.

Her laughter floats up to me as she – finally – wraps her entire hand around my shaft and lightly pumps it, the action coaxing a drop of glistening pre-cum from the tip. My eyes start to roll back in my head as more of my control slips.

Adjusting her angle so her gaze captures mine, she leans forward until her mouth hovers just above my cock. Her tongue darts out, the tip sliding out, lapping up the little bead of moisture. That single stroke and the way her hazel eyes go dark sends a spark of electric heat zinging through my balls. They draw upwards, tightening in anticipation of what Lucy and I both know is coming.

Her tongue darts out against, swirling experimentally around the end of my shaft, measuring the length of the slit where more pre-cum gathers before she opens her mouth and swallows me whole.

Considering her lack of experience, I expect her to be slow, tentative, to take her time and drive me completely wild. I’m wrong. Lucy instinctively opens the back of her throat and slides her mouth down my entire length, not stopping until she encounters my scrotum.

Her tongue swirls and probes before gliding up and down the engorged vein that runs along the underside of my cock.

“Shit, Lucy!” The words echo in her bedroom.

My back bows, my hips leaving the bed, driving myself even deeper into her mouth as I strain against the bonds.

She moans around me and increases the stroking motion of her tongue as her lips tighten around the shaft. Her fingers, which have been lying passively against the lower edge of my pelvis, move. They find and stroke my scrotum. The dual pleasure created by her hands and mouth is more than I can take.

Tell-tale tension builds at the base of my spine as I race toward an orgasm. My hips jerk, driving back and forth with short, sharp thrusts. Lucy tightens her lips around my cock and matches the speed of my thrusts with her tongue strokes. The friction is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

My vision dims as, with one last long thrust, I shout and erupt into her mouth. She mumbles something I can’t understand. Her mouth tightens around me and I feel her swallow my payload.

Still shaking with the force of my climax, I have no choice but to close my eyes and let the tremors run through me.

Lucy frees my member and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before standing and reaching for the tie. As soon as she undoes the first knot, I reach for her, pulling her down on the mattress with me.

Our legs tangle together as I tuck her head beneath my chin. She snuggles into me with a satisfied sigh.

I run my hands up and down her back. The tie, still knotted around my left wrist, trails along the mattress.

“As soon as I get my strength back,” I murmur in her ear, “we’re going to repeat that, only this time, when I come, it’s going to be in your hot little body.”

“Promises, promises,” Lucy mutters, fatigue thickening her voice.

I continue stroking her as I listen to the sound of her breathing start to even out.

I nuzzle her hair. “Hey, Luce? There’s something I need to say.”

“Yeah?” She’s seconds from falling asleep.

“I’m falling in love with you.” I’ve never said the words to another woman, or even another person in my life.

Lucy stiffens in my arms.

“You don’t have to say it back,” I hurry to tell her. The last thing I want to do is scare her away. “And I know you don’t feel the same way about me.” But hopefully, at some point in the future, she will. Until then, I’m happy to wait.

“It’s just something I needed to say.”