**Goth Mommy Ties Me Up in the Women’s Bathroom**

I never expected to end up like this—wrists bound behind my back with a silk choker, my cock throbbing against the cold tile wall of the club’s women’s bathroom. But here I was, completely at the mercy of *her*.

She’d caught me staring earlier. Tall, pale, dressed head-to-toe in black lace and leather, her dark lips curled into a smirk when she saw the way my eyes lingered on her fishnet-clad thighs. I’d only meant to grab a drink, but the second she crooked a finger at me, I followed like I was on a leash.

Now, she had me pinned between her body and the wall, one hand tangled in my hair, the other tracing the outline of my hard cock through my jeans. “You like watching me, don’t you?” she purred, her breath hot against my ear. “Bet you’ve been imagining what’s under this skirt all night.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse kicking up as she slid a thigh between my legs, grinding against me. “Yeah,” I gasped. “Fuck, yeah, I have.”

She chuckled, low and wicked, then reached behind her neck to undo the choker she was wearing—thick black velvet with a silver ring dangling from it. Before I could react, she yanked my arms behind me, looping the fabric tight around my wrists. The bite of it sent a jolt through me, my cock twitching in my pants.

“Good boy,” she murmured, stepping back to admire her work. Her fingers hooked under the hem of her skirt, dragging it up slow, revealing black lace panties already damp at the center. “Now, let’s see if you can behave while I ruin you.”

She gripped my chin, forcing me to watch as she peeled the panties to the side, her pussy glistening under the dim bathroom lights. My mouth watered instantly. “Lick,” she ordered, pressing her hips forward.

I didn’t hesitate. Leaning in, I dragged my tongue up her slit, groaning at the taste of her—sweet and musky, fucking intoxicating. Her fingers tightened in my hair, grinding her cunt against my mouth as I sucked her clit, licking deep like she owned me.

“That’s it,” she moaned, rolling her hips. “Fuck, just like that—”

I was drowning in her, the way she moved, the little gasps she made when I curled my tongue just right. My cock ached, desperate for friction, but with my hands tied, I could only take what she gave me. And right now, that was her pussy smearing wet against my lips.

Then, suddenly, she pulled away, leaving me panting. Before I could protest, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her nails scraping down my stomach as she undid my belt. “You’ve been so good,” she murmured, tugging my jeans and boxers down just enough to free my cock. It sprang up, already leaking at the tip.

She smirked, gripping the base hard enough to make me hiss. “But I think you need to learn some patience.”

Then she *licked*—one long, slow stripe from balls to tip, before swallowing me whole. My knees nearly buckled. Her mouth was fucking unreal, hot and wet, her tongue working the underside of my cock as she sucked me deep.

“Shit—*fuck*—” I choked out, hips jerking.

She pulled off with a filthy pop, her lips swollen and shiny. “Ah-ah,” she chided, gripping my hips to still me. “You don’t get to move. You take what I give you.”

And then she was on me again, bobbing her head, her fingers digging into my thighs as she swallowed me over and over. My wrists strained against the choker, my entire body coiled tight with need.

I couldn’t hold back—when her nails dug into my ass, urging me deeper, I came hard down her throat, shuddering as she milked every drop. She licked her lips as she stood, her skirt still rucked up, her cunt still wet and tempting.

“Maybe next time,” she whispered, untying me with one sharp tug, “I’ll let you fuck me.”

Then she was gone, leaving me slumped against the wall, my dick still twitching, already desperate for more.