Free Pleasure Bound by Opal Carew Page A

deflated cock press against her, instantly swelling as it slid against her wet flesh. He pressed it tight against her slit and it glided forward and back over her throbbing flesh. When it was long and hard again, he nudged it against her opening. His finger lightly tweaked her clit as the hard shaft slid into her.
    Deep inside.
    He didn’t draw back, just stayed buried inside her. He fingered her clit again and she thought she’d burst with pleasure, but he released the sensitive bud. His pelvis still pressed tightly against her, his hands glided under her body and cupped her breasts. She pushed back against him, wanting his cock deeper still, but it made little difference. She squeezed him inside her, clutching him tightly, then releasing, then tightening again.
    Oh God, she wanted to come.
    He tweaked her nipples, then drew back. His cock slipped away, leaving her empty. She continued leaning on the counter, hoping he would thrust into her again. Hoping he would fuck her until she exploded in ecstasy.
    “Stand up,” he said.
    She stood up and turned to face him, knowing her need must show clearly in her glazed eyes and burning cheeks.
    “Follow me.” He led her into the bedroom and her hopes soared. “Lie down on the bed and spread your legs.”
    “Yes, Master.” She hopped onto the bed and lay down, then opened her legs, a big grin on her face.
    He picked up a blue cloth cuff and wrapped it around one of her ankles. It attached with Velcro. Then he attached another cuff around her other ankle. She hadn’t noticed the cuffs when she’d walked into the room, but now she saw that there were also two lying beside the pillows. All four cuffs were attached to straps that disappeared around the edges of the mattress. He attached the unused cuffs around her wrists and adjusted the straps until her arms and legs were pulled wide apart.
    “Wait here,” he said, then turned to leave the bedroom.
    Like she had a choice.
    As she lay there alone, spread-eagled on the bed, her whole body thrummed with anticipation. She remembered the feel of his enormous cock inside her just minutes ago, stretching her. Now she thought about it moving inside her, of his hard masculine body pumping into her.
    Zeke returned ten minutes later carrying a piece of paper. He set it on the dresser then grabbed a black strap from the bedside table.
    “Open your mouth.”
    She did and realized the strap was actually a gag as he pushed a ball into her mouth. As her mouth closed around it, she realized the ball was actually the shape of a cockhead. Her tongue explored it as he attached the strap behind her head.
    He stroked his thumb over her clit and she arched against him.
    “You are totally ready and want me to fuck you, right?”
    She nodded.
    “You really, really need a man inside you, right?”
    She nodded again, squeezing the cockhead in her mouth.
    “I don’t intend to fuck you…”
    Her eyes widened and the throbbing between her legs intensified.
    “Not now, anyway.” He smiled. “Are you ready to push your limits?”
    Oh God, she wanted him to fuck her.
    She nodded.
    “Okay, here’s what’s going to happen.”

Eight
     
    Ty put down his newspaper and stood up to answer the door. As he walked toward it, he saw an envelope sitting on the floor in front of the door. Someone must have slid it underneath. He peered out the peephole but didn’t see anyone on the other side, so he picked up the envelope and opened it. He pulled out a piece of paper with a note in a neat computer script.
     
Ty,
I need your help. Please come over and let yourself in.
Marie
    Odd that Marie would leave him a note when she could have simply waited for him to answer the door. And why type the note on the computer rather than write it by hand? He walked into the kitchen. What kind of help did she need that she couldn’t have asked Zeke for? After all, the guy had been over just last night.
    Probably all night.
    His gut tightened at the thought of Zeke over