pushed forward again, the tip of his cock slid up into me, followed by the rest of him.
I felt him stiffen against me, surprised by my sudden motion, but pleased by the sensation of sliding into my pussy. He recovered quickly, and his hands tightened on my buttocks. He pulled me close as he rolled his hips forward, thrusting up into my slick hole. He began to move, fucking me with a steady, sweet cadence.
I wanted to touch him, to urge him on, but with my hands bound, I was completely at his mercy, a puppet on a string. And on a stick.
It was cool in the underground chamber, but my skin was moist with sweat by the time Nazari pulled out and pushed me away. My body swayed gently on the nylon rope until my feet found purchase on the concrete floor. He moved away, and once again I waited in darkness, wondering which direction he'd gone.
Another nylon rope wrapped around my left ankle, then a third around my right. They tightened as Nazari pulled the loops taut. I was left to wait in suspense once more, but a few seconds later, the rope around my wrists went slack, and the bonds around my feet jerked them backward. I fell forward suddenly, throwing my tied hands in front of me to catch myself. For a moment, I thought I would crash, but the ropes caught me again before I touched the floor.
I hung suspended by my arms and legs just a few feet above the hard concrete that I couldn't see, my back bent.
"Raise your stomach," Prince Nazari commanded. I did, and he pushed something beneath me that felt like a padded sawhorse. I rested my hips on it and sighed with relief, but a moment later the ropes that held my feet pulled my legs apart, spreading me open.
Nazari stepped between my legs and once again touched his hand to my sex. I moaned as he fingered me from behind, massaging my clit with his fingers while his thumb pressed against my anus. Then his hand was gone, and he guided that massive cock inside my pussy.
My body rocked back and forth on the sawhorse, suspended in mid-air at the perfect height for Nazari to penetrate me completely. I cried out as he pushed deep inside, forcing my knees down as he pulled my ankles up against his hips. He pushed forward until I felt his hard abdomen press against my bottom.
And then I learned what pleasure was.
Prince Nazari began to fuck me, not with the gentle consideration he'd shown before, but with a wild savagery that rocked my weightless body back and forth through the air like a pendulum. My head rolled and thrashed, and my whole body felt so sensitive that I could feel each dark hair on my head as it cascaded over my blindfold, each groove in Nazari's fingerprints where his hands touched me. Every detail of that swollen, hard cock.
Pleasur e mounted with his every thrust, growing until my body roiled with uncontrollable forces that made me beg for release. I screamed to him to fuck me harder, my decorum and meekness forgotten as I cried out shrill commands. Prince Nazari laughed and obeyed, slamming against me harder and harder. His cock was like steel rebar inside me, unyielding in its arousal, swollen until the skin of his shaft felt so tight it must have pained him.
I came with a sudden rush of e cstasy that ripped through my body like a shockwave. I convulsed against my bonds, thrashing against Nazari as uncontrollable surges of mind-blowing pleasure rocked me.
As I reached the very pinnacle of my climax, Nazari pulled out. The ropes loosened, and I twisted as he lowered me to the cold floor. With my hands free, I pulled off the blindfold and turned to face him. Nazari stood over me, holding his cock. It throbbed red and angry as he stroked it urgently.
"You will swallow every drop," he told me , that calm baritone shaking with lust now. I scrambled up to my knees before him, tilting my head back and opening wide.
Nazari's climax sent thick jets of hot semen spurting from his cock. The first shot filled my mouth
Taylor Cole and Justin Whitfield