He does exactly what he said. The tip of his cock pushes inside my pussy, and I throw my head back. My arms bend as my whole body arches into him, desperate for the rest of him.

“Please,” I breathe.

“Like this?” He pushes into me fully and I swear angels fucking sing.

“Oh god,” I whisper, clenching around him.

I feel so full right now, and I swear, if he doesn’t move and fuck me properly, I’m going to drop to my knees and plead. Or get up out of here and finish myself off with my vibrator at home.

Carter chuckles, and it’s dark, but my skin tingles at the sound anyway. He withdraws from me in one smooth, swift movement, and immediately drops back to the position he was in just moments ago. Once again, he forces my legs open and covers my pussy with his mouth. His tongue attacks my clitoris. His moves are quick and harsh, each touch purposeful and meant to punish as well as pleasure.

I writhe on the seat, my legs trembling, as he licks the small bundle of throbbing nerves. Each bolt of happy desire that floods right through me, pounding through my bloodstream, is a teasing reminder of the pleasure that awaits me if he follows through on this orgasm.

And, hell. I hope he does.

He licks me unashamedly, devouring every inch of my aching core. My pussy muscles tense and relax as if he’s still inside me, and if it weren’t for the way he slides his fingers into me, I’d be able to imagine that he is. Instead, it’s real. So fucking real.

Sparks erupt across my body as he lifts my legs high and opens them wider until it’s almost painful for me. Fortunately, the pleasure he’s creating with just the tip of his tongue and two of his fingers pumping inside of me far outweighs it. My arms ache with the desire to reach down and twine my fingers into his hair, to hold his face against me until I’ve come again and again and again, but the tie that strains when I try reminds me that I can’t.

That I agreed to this. To be partially bound and therefore much more vulnerable to him than I would be otherwise.

And I agreed. God, why did I agree?

The orgasm hits me blindingly, and I shiver, arching my back, clenching my legs, fisting my hands, biting the inside of my cheek to keep the moan inside. I want to cry out, I want to scream. I want to tell the world that a thousand fireworks just erupted inside me.

But I can’t. So I don’t. I just lie here, biting my tongue, my lip, my cheek, breathing harshly until the initial wave of pleasure has passed and I’m nothing more than a puddle of person on the chair.

So. That’s why I agreed.

Carter stands, slaps my legs together with a squeeze of my ass, and moves over me. Not his body, though. No—he moves his pelvis over me until his cock is brushing against my lips. Unconsciously, my mouth opens, and he pushes it into my mouth.

Here, I’m totally helpless, unable to do anything as he moves his hips and fucks my mouth until he’s done. I flick my tongue and close my eyes when a tiny spurt of his semen coats my tongue with saltiness. I want to reach forward and…

It’s amazing how much you rely on your hands until you can’t use them anymore.

I’m totally at his mercy. The realization hits me hard. Although I could, in theory, stand and push him away from me, I don’t want to. I know the magic he can work with his mouth and his fingers, and how amazing his cock feels buried deep inside me—and now I want to know what it feels like to have his cock fucking me until I can’t breathe.

I don’t even care how he does it.

I graze my teeth along his hard length, barely scratching his skin, and he groans. He reaches forward and grabs my hair again, and damn, I love it when he does that. I shouldn’t love anything a one night stand does, but then again, I’ve never had this before. I’ve never had someone dominate me so fully.

“Fuck,” he hisses when I hollow my cheeks to suck particularly hard.

The word, the tone, the breathy exhalation, the withdrawal from my mouth, it all gives me a powerful thrill.

I relish in it. The gasping undercurrent of his tone threads through my body like lightning. It gives me courage. It breeds my attitude, giving me a power I just assumed lost to him.

“Thought you were gonna fuck me, Carter? What was it you said about how many orgasms you could give me before you do? I don’t see me coming from sucking your cock.”

He pulls me up from the back of my head, and my arms drop forward, resting over his. There’s a predatory, pissed off look in his eye, and he brings me so far toward him that our lips are almost touching. “Enough of your mouth,” he growls, releasing my hair and grabbing me.

With one hand, he knocks our glasses off the table onto the chair. One falls off and smashes on the ground, and I gasp when he flips me over onto the table and spanks my ass. I arch my back, the front of my dress removing the chill from the table.

My arms hit the hard surface in front of me, and foil tears behind me. I’ve barely had time to take a breath than Carter’s hands are on my ass, spreading it, and his cock is roughly pushing its way into my pussy.

It hurts but it doesn’t, and I cry out, resulting in a slap to my other ass cheek.

Fuck me, I love a spanker.

I moan again. Deliberately.

This time, though, he doesn’t spank me. Once again, he winds my hair around his hand and tugs. It’s harsher than before, and I’m all but looking at the ceiling. My back is totally curved, and he slams himself into me in a show of pure strength that hits all my right buttons. I get his point, to make me shut up, but all it does is drive another pleasured moan from my lips.

I lift my hips and push back into him so his cock gets deeper and his thrusts get longer, and fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. His cock is so long and hard, his thrusts so powerful. His ability to fuck me until I lose my breath is unreal.

I can’t breathe. Not right now. All I can do is ridiculous little sharp bursts of air that I doubt even make it to my lungs. He’s there right behind me. He’s driving into me relentlessly. My heart is thundering louder than before and my lungs are burning and my bloodstream is full of nothing but endorphins and pleasure and adrenaline and promises of a blinding orgasm that has the potential to knock me out.

“Not so sassy now, huh, Bee?” Raspy and broken, he speaks. “Not so fucking sassy now my cock is buried deep in your sweet pussy and you’re at its mercy.”

Another spank, and lust swamps me in a swath of heat.

Carter slaps his hands down onto the table either side of my body and continues his domination, thrusting harder and harder until my eyes water and I really can’t breathe because there’s nothing but pleasure, and stars, and blackness, and pleasure all over again.

I tremble everywhere. My stomach clenches. My legs are tight. My fingers are curled so far into my palms that my fists must be iron-like. It’s bolt after bolt of desire and lust and everything else that goes into the making of an orgasm.

And, yeah. My scalp is stinging from his grip and my back aches from its permanent arch, but his cock pounding into me and his balls swinging and slapping against my clit has me edging closer and closer.

I hold my breath.

There.

The edge.

He stands.

Reaches round.

Presses his thumb.

To my clit.

I explode.

I scream.

He moves faster.

It’s quick.

Harsh.

Rough.

Brutal.

Everything.

He releases my hair and I relax, collapsing onto the table. He leans forward, his chest against my back. Fucking hell. Fuck, shit, damn. There isn’t an inch of me not feeling the waves of heat and trembles of oblivion he just gave me.

He slides his hands down my arms and lifts his head to undo his tie. I flex my wrists the second they’re free and bend my arms to dive my fingers into my hair.