**First Time Tied Up**

We’d just gotten back to my place after our first date—dinner, way too much laughing, and that moment in the car where she bit her lip and asked if I wanted to come inside. Amira was gorgeous, with dark eyes that looked way too smart for me, and a laugh that made my chest feel tight. She was also, somehow, as nervous as I was. “Never done this before,” she admitted as soon as the door closed, her fingers twisting together.

“Me neither,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair. “Like, at all.”

She laughed, but it was shaky. “So we’re both virgins. Great. No pressure.”

We kissed then, slow and clumsy at first, but the second her tongue slid against mine, something in me snapped. I backed her against the wall, one hand sliding under her shirt to feel the soft curve of her waist. She gasped into my mouth, arching into my touch. “Fuck,” she breathed. “I want you to tie me up.”

My dick was already hard as hell, but that made it twitch against my jeans. “Seriously?”

She nodded, biting her lip again. “I want to feel… controlled. Just this once.”

I didn’t have rope, but I had a belt. She grinned when I pulled it off, holding her wrists together while I looped it tight. Not enough to hurt, but enough that she tested it, her breath coming faster. “Good?” I asked.

“Perfect.”

I pushed her onto the bed, climbing over her. She was wearing a tight little dress, and I yanked it up, groaning when I saw her pussy already wet through her panties. “You’re fucking soaked,” I muttered, dragging a finger over the fabric.

Amira whimpered, bucking her hips. “Please.”

I ripped her panties off, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy was pink and glistening, her clit swollen under my thumb when I rubbed it. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

She moaned, her back arching off the bed. “I need your mouth.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I buried my face between her legs, licking a slow stripe up her slit. She tasted sweet, and her thighs clamped around my head as I sucked her clit into my mouth. “Oh god!” she gasped, her hips jerking. “Don’t stop, don’t stop—”

I fucked her with my tongue, deep and messy, until she was shaking, her moans turning into little screams. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she came hard, her pussy clenching around me.

But before she could catch her breath, I flipped her onto her stomach, keeping her wrists bound behind her back. “You’re not done,” I growled, pulling my cock out. It was throbbing, pre-cum already dripping.

Amira whimpered, looking over her shoulder. “I’ve never—”

“I’ll go slow,” I promised, pressing the head of my cock against her entrance. She was so tight, her pussy gripping me as I pushed inside inch by inch. She gasped, her nails digging into the sheets. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” I groaned.

Once I was all the way in, I gave her a second, running a hand down her spine. “You okay?”

She nodded, her ass pushing back against me. “Move.”

I fucked her then, slow at first, then harder when she begged for it. The sound of my balls slapping against her, her whimpering moans, the way her pussy squeezed me—it was too much. I reached around, rubbing her clit while I thrust, and she came again, screaming into the mattress.

That pushed me over the edge. I slammed into her one last time, cumming deep inside her, my whole body shaking.

When I untied her, she rolled onto her back, grinning up at me. “So,” she said breathlessly, “second date soon?”

I laughed, pulling her against me. “Definitely.”