**First Time Bound**

I never thought I’d be the kind of wife who let her husband tie her up. But here I was, wrists secured to our bed frame with soft silk scarves, trembling beneath him as he knelt between my legs.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, his dark hands running up my pale thighs, fingers pressing just hard enough to make me whimper.

Our first time trying anything like this—me, wide-eyed and blushing, him, in complete control. I was nervous, but the way his thick cock strained against his jeans told me just how much he wanted this too.

“Look at me,” he ordered, voice low, and I obeyed instantly, locking onto his deep brown eyes. I loved when he made me do that—when he held my gaze while he fucked me, reminding me who I belonged to.

His fingers trailed higher, teasing the edge of my panties before slipping beneath the lace. My breath hitched as he rubbed slow circles over my pussy, already wet just from the anticipation. “This all for me, baby?” he growled.

I nodded, biting my lip. “Y-yeah… all for you.”

He smirked and tugged my panties down, tossing them aside before spreading my legs wider. His fingers dipped between my folds, sliding through my slick, rubbing my clit just enough to make me moan. “You like being tied up?”

“I—I don’t know yet,” I admitted, trembling as his fingers pushed inside me, curling just right.

He leaned down, kissing my neck while his fingers worked me open. “Then let me show you.”

Before I could reply, he pulled his fingers free and gripped my hips, yanking me down the bed until my ass was at the edge. Then he stood, unbuttoning his jeans, freeing his thick cock—already hard, already glistening at the tip.

I swallowed, watching him stroke himself, his eyes never leaving mine. “Please,” I whispered, squirming against the restraints.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

He chuckled and stepped forward, dragging the head of his cock through my soaked pussy, teasing my entrance. “Look at me while I do it.”

I nodded, breathless, and then he pushed inside with one deep thrust, stretching me perfectly. I gasped, arching against the bed as he filled me, his hips flush against mine.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, gripping the headboard above me as he started moving, slow at first, then harder, fucking me deep.

Every thrust made my back arch, my moans louder, my pussy clenching around him. The restraints kept me from touching him, from pulling him closer—I was completely at his mercy, and god, I loved it.

“You take me so good,” he growled, slamming into me harder, the bed shaking beneath us. “Look at me, baby.”

I did, eyes watering as pleasure coiled tight in my stomach. His dark skin against mine, the way his muscles tensed with every thrust, the sheer dominance in his stare—it was too much.

“I’m close,” I whimpered, my thighs shaking.

He smirked and reached down, thumb pressing hard on my clit. “Then come.”

That was all it took. My whole body tensed, a sharp cry tearing from my lips as I came, my pussy pulsing around his cock. He didn’t stop, fucking me through it, chasing his own release.

A few more brutal thrusts, and he groaned, slamming deep as he came, warmth flooding inside me. He stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, before leaning down to kiss me, slow and deep.

Then he untied my wrists, rubbing the faint marks left by the scarves. “So… was it good for your first time?”

I grinned, still dazed. “Fuck yeah.”

He laughed, pulling me against him. “Good. Because we’re doing it again.”