"Good girl," I praised, breath huffing against her lips. "Very good. Are you close?"
She nodded frantically, and I smirked, reaching down with my free hand to toy with her clit while my cock kept stretching her open.
Her mouth fell open in a wide O shape, and she looked like she had forgotten to breathe for a second.
At this point, I knew how to work her. I knew how to play her body like a fine instrument, making her dance to the tune of it until she was falling apart for me.
I didn't draw it out, either. She wouldn't be coming only once that afternoon, so there was no reason to. I pressed and circled her clit with my fingers, cock still pounding into her, and when she went tight as a vise around me, I gritted my teeth and waited, counting down in my head until she was coming undone with a cry.
My name was on her lips, and fuck, that was always nice. She twisted and arched in the ropes, shaking and writhing as that pleasure overtook her.
And I watched the whole thing, eyes intent, taking in the delicious agony on her face and the way she couldn't seem to stop coming while I worked her through it.
When she finally slumped back against the bed, I followed it up with a softer kiss, one that was intended to soothe her for a bit because I was far from done with her.
There was so much more I wanted to do. So much more I wanted to wring out of her, and I wasn't going to let up until I was satisfied completely.
So I kept my hips moving, taking a moment to move slower, to give her just a second to recover from the force of her first orgasm and for me to get a handle on myself before I was going right back at it, this time bracing myself above her body with my hands on the bed so I could really piston my hips and drive my cock into her with force.
I wanted her to feel it the next day when she was going about whatever it was she had to do. I wanted her to feel it and know it was me and have to think about how that made her feel.
I could feel her body trembling under mine. The pleasure of her first orgasm likely hadn't faded completely yet, and she would be coming apart again for me in only a matter of moments. Once she got started, it was hard for her to stop until she was exhausted and overstimulated
I reached up with one hand and brushed her hair back from her face, wanting to see all of her while I took her.
"You're so beautiful," I panted. "Especially like this. Helpless and trussed up. Spread out for me. I could leave you like this all day, you know. All weekend even. Tied down and open for me. I could come in and use you whenever I wanted to and then leave you dripping and filthy. I bet you would enjoy that, wouldn't you? Oh, you'd complain at first, because I know how you are, but then you'd be helpless to stop coming, and you'd want me to come in. To use you. To fill you up with my cock over and over again."
I punctuated those last words with hard thrusts, bottoming out in her again and again, until she was nearly screaming and twisting under me.
"Fuck," she sobbed. "Oh my god."
"Come on," I urged her. "Come again for me. Let me feel how much you want to be mine."
She couldn't have held back if she wanted to, I was willing to bet, and her body bowed upwards as much as it could. For a second she was quiet and tense and tight, the pleasure rendering her mute, and then she shook herself through it, sobbing my name and coating my cock with more of her wetness.
I was already getting close to my own climax, but I wanted to hold out for a little while longer. I wanted to keep reminding Ash that I was the one who made her feel so good and some mild-mannered artist was never going to be able to take her to the kind of heights I could.
She might have complained about the kinky nature of the things I did to her, but I was willing to bet that if she went back to regular, vanilla sex, she wouldn't be able to come as many times as she could when I had her bound and open for me.
"Do you have another one in you?" I asked her, staring down at her body. She was flushed and her skin glowed with a light sheen of sweat that made me want to lick her all over. "Can you come one more time for me?"
Ash shook her head, still trembling from her second orgasm, but I wasn't having that.
"Come on," I urged her. "I know you can. One more time for me. Because you're a good little slut, and you want to please me, don't you?"
I didn't really expect an answer to that, both because she seemed well on her way to being too blissed out to communicate and because I knew her motivations were more about her own pleasure than mine, so when she licked her lips and whispered a soft, wrecked "Yes", my eyes flew open wide.
For a second, I didn't know how to respond, and then I grinned down at her, rewarding her with another kiss, this one deeper and softer, less about laying claim and more just because I wanted to kiss her.
"Good girl," I praised her. "You're so good for me."
For me. I kept repeating that. She was doing this for me. Suffering so beautifully because I wanted her to. It was a level of possessiveness that I wasn't used to, considering the temporary nature of
