#(grrr)

then when actually tying you up he’s the same kinda focused he is at work. he works cleanly and efficiently- making sure he doesn’t wrap the ropes around you too tight or too loose. he checks in on you after he finishes tying your wrists together and again as he ties each of your thighs to your calves.

when he’s finished he can’t help but stand back and appreciate his hard work. you look fucking beautiful like this- all spread out and ready for him…

when he finally settles down to kiss down your stomach and where you want him- you’re already dripping for him. he eats you out slow. hands clutching the rope holding your legs back, sucking on your clit, two of his fingers stuffed in your cunt but held still.

he could keep you there drooling and needy with tears in your eyes forever. the sight of you was truly something out of his dreams. but.. selfishly- he needed to feel you before he came in his boxers like a teenager.

so he pulls his fingers out, pops them into his mouth to clean them, quickly shucks off his boxers, then gives you what you’d been begging for and guides his cock into your warm hole.

he fucks you the same way he’d been eating you out- in intentional, measured strokes. you let out a little sound every time he pushed into you. with your hands tied and him over you- braced on his forearms- there’s nowhere for you to hide.

“feelin okay?” he asks, eyes searching for yours in your cockdrunk haze.

“ha mmhph jack-“

“yeah hon?”

“ah feels good..” you trail off as he leans down to kiss you.

“good,” he smiles- lopsided and satisfied.