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she attached the other end of the cuff to the leg of the desk then repeated with the other wrist. His breathing stopped for a second as he began to panic, but she placed a firm hand on the middle of his chest, and he settled. “If you feel like you need to stop, just say spider monkey and we’ll stop . But if you’ll ride this one out, trust me for a little while, you’ll understand just how much you desire to give yourself over to someone else and let go of everything that weighs on you.”
    He nodded and visually relaxed. Eve moved to the side of the desk. Climbing up on the desk, she threw one leg over his body, straddling his hips before reaching for the condom she’d pulled out of the drawer . Leaning down, she took his length to the back of her throat, giving a long, hard pull as she sucked his cock, releasing it with a loud, wet pop along with the satisfying gasp that it pulled from him. Ripping open the foil packet with her teeth, she slowly rolled the thin latex over the head of his cock, smoothing it down his shaft. Raised on her knees, Eve positioned herself over his cock, taking just the tip of him into her cunt before lifting herself back off, not missing the rough whimper of protest from him.
    “Patience, pet.” She repeated the up and down motion, never taking more than the head of his length into her greedy, weeping entrance. His tip stretched her opening, and she couldn’t wait to feel him buried fully within her depths, but Deacon clearly lacked patience and discipline in his life, and most certainly in his sexual encounters. This was more than just an exercise in orgasm; it was an introduction to a whole new world of sexual possibilities and satisfaction. His fists clenched as he moaned over and over, but he had to understand she was setting the pace, and she knew he would learn to love it.
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    Pitch blackness. All he could see was pitch blackness. He tried to move his hands, he wanted to touch her, run his hands over her lean body, tug on her nipple rings, anything, but the cool steel of the cuffs grounded him, restraining him and keeping him right where she wanted him. He’d nearly blown everything when she took him in her mouth to suckle roughly, then again when her deceptively strong and delicate hands sheathed him with the condom, but the torture she was inflicting on him next was just plain mean. When she finally stopped with the teasing, he held his breath while she slid impossibly slowly down his cock until her ass touched his balls, and he could feel the tiny metal piercing on her clit against his skin. But it was what she did next that had every ounce of pent up stress, heartache, and energy bursting from his pores. With a twist of her hips, she lifted up onto her knees, her inner walls gripping him and twisting before she slid back down his cock again. Up and down, twisting, over and over. He’d been with lots of women, but he’d always done all the work . He’d never felt anything like this. She was tight, wet. The scent of her arousal permeated every molecule of the air around him. Everything smelled like sex and candy. Her taste had been sweet, but her scent was sweeter. He lifted his hips, trying to match her thrusts, but the movements stopped, and before he could ask why she’d stopped, a sharp pain exploded across his chest from one nipple to the other. Simultaneous tight pinching and rough twisting sent slivers of pain arcing from one pec to the other.
    “Don’t try to control it . Just take what I give you.”
    He clenched his teeth until his jaw ached as he fought furiously against the need to argue with her. Stilling his hips, he waited for her to start again. When she did, every nerve that recently felt pain in his nipples now felt pleasure in his cock. The way she redirected and controlled his focus allowed him to do nothing but feel. No thinking, no questioning, just truly feeling for the first time … maybe ever. Slender fingers reached back as she rode him to cup