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his restraints. He wasn’t going anywhere. Not without the chair, anyway.
    â€œOoh, you got me all trussed up, baby. What are you gonna do now? Are you going to strip for me?”
    Again with the talking. With that, Ethan decided my next step for me. Popping the handcuff key down on the bedside table, I reached into my bag again and brought out a strip of
material. Pulling it taut between my hands, I moved back over to my captive. Getting the wrong idea, Ethan said, “Aww, so I don’t even get to see you naked, baby? Now that’s just—”
    I put the material between his lips and tied it around the back of his head before he had a chance to finish his sentence. Blindfold, indeed! Why would I hide his eyes when they are the window to the soul, the very place I’d look for his reactions to what I was about to do to him?
    They proved a point there and then as they widened when he realized I’d rendered him completely helpless. The cuffing he’d obviously found kinky, but taking his power of speech away? He was unsure, but not turned off. His erection was still very much there, and I was looking forward to sinking onto it. Especially now that he was quiet.
    I took off my clothes without further ado then made a final visit to my overnight bag. This time I retrieved a condom and walked back to Ethan, unwrapping it as I went. Kneeling between his legs, I grasped his thick cock and began to masturbate him, slowly. He closed his eyes and moaned into the gag, his shaft twitching beneath my fingers. I loved the feel of it in my hand, velvety warmth surrounding a core of steel.
    Ethan was clearly enjoying himself, too, as the amount of precome gathering at the tip of his bell-end was increasing rapidly. I bent and closed my mouth over his glans, swirling my tongue up and over, just enough to lick up all the sticky fluid and have him thrust his hips at me.
    Before he got too excited, I slid my mouth off Ethan’s cock with a pop, then rolled the rubber onto it. Standing, I straddled him, hooking my feet around the back of the chair for leverage. Then I sat back and proceeded to be a complete and utter tease. I grabbed his dick and slid it up and down my wet slit, his meaty cockhead dipping into my soaking wet folds just a little.

    His muffled moans were getting me really hot. My clit was swollen and sensitive, and I knew I’d climax without too much trouble. Remembering how much it turned Ethan on when I came, I held his shaft still and rocked my hips against it, stroking my clit over and over until I felt the telltale signs of my orgasm approaching.
    Picking up the pace, I pushed harder against Ethan’s cock, needing that extra pressure to get me off. Then it happened: I hit my plateau and after a couple of suspended seconds, I plunged off it. I gasped and moaned my release, my cunt greedily grabbing at thin air as it spasmed.
    I looked into Ethan’s eyes the entire time. They widened as I started to come, and he strained at his bonds as I thrashed and moaned on his lap. He soon stopped when I quickly maneuvered myself up and fed his cock into my still-quivering pussy. I was so wet that it slid in up to the hilt with little resistance, despite his impressive girth. I gave myself a couple of seconds to savor the sensation, then started to bounce up and down, riding his cock like there was no tomorrow.
    Probably because there wasn’t—not for us.
    I loved the feeling of total control I got, having Ethan bound to the chair, silent. Even if I was on top, he’d usually be doing something to alter the pace to his own preference, whether pulling my hips harder to his or thrusting up at me. But not this time. Beside his being cuffed, my weight was pinning him down, so the pace was mine to pick. And boy, did I pick it.
    I fucked Ethan hard until I sensed he was getting close to orgasm, then I slowed down until I was barely moving. I did this two or three times, having no intention of