**Bound to Her**

I never expected things to escalate this fast, but here we are. My girlfriend, Jess, had always been the type to tease—nibbling my ear at dinner, pressing her ass against my crotch when I was trying to cook, whispering exactly what she wanted me to do to her when we were in public. But tonight, she took it further. Way further.

We were lounging in bed, her straddling my lap in nothing but a thin tank top and panties, grinding slowly against my hard-on while I palmed her ass. “You’ve been such a good boy today,” she murmured, biting her lip. “Think you can handle a reward?”

I groaned, squeezing her hips. “Fuck yes.”

Jess grinned and reached under the pillow, pulling out a length of soft black rope. My cock twitched against her. “You ever been tied up before?” she asked, running the rope through her fingers.

I shook my head. “No. But I want you to.”

She leaned in, her breath hot on my neck. “Good. Because I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, you won’t even be able to move.”

Before I could answer, she pushed me onto my back and straddled my waist, pinning my wrists above my head. Her fingers worked quickly, wrapping the rope around my wrists and securing them to the bed frame. The knots weren’t tight enough to hurt—just enough to keep me exactly where she wanted me.

Jess traced a finger down my chest, her eyes dark with lust. “Now be a good boy and let me take care of you.”

She reached for the waistband of my boxers and tugged them down, freeing my cock, already leaking at the tip. Jess licked her lips, wrapping her fingers around me and stroking slowly. “Fuck, you’re hard already,” she purred. “You really like being at my mercy, huh?”

I groaned, pulling at the ropes. “Jess, please—”

She cut me off by leaning down and taking me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before sinking deeper. My hips jerked, but she pressed her free hand against my stomach, holding me down. “Uh-uh,” she murmured, pulling off with a wet pop. “You don’t move unless I say so.”

I let out a ragged breath as she went back to sucking me, her lips tight around my shaft, her hand working the base. The wet sounds of her mouth on my cock filled the room, mixed with my rough moans. Every time I tried to thrust, she pinned me harder, keeping me completely under her control.

After a few minutes, she pulled back, my cock glistening with her spit. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, climbing up my body. She tugged her panties to the side, revealing her wet pussy, swollen and glistening.

She positioned herself over me, gripping my cock and guiding it to her entrance. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, she sank down onto me, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt inside her tight, soaking heat.

“Fuck, Jess—” I gasped, my fingers clenching against the ropes.

She smirked, rolling her hips in a slow circle, grinding her clit against me. “You feel so fucking good inside me,” she moaned, her voice breathy. “But you don’t get to move. Just lie there and take it.”

I groaned as she started rocking up and down, her wet pussy gripping my cock with every rise and fall. She was in complete control—her nails digging into my chest, her tits bouncing as she rode me hard. I could hear the slick sounds of her fucking herself on me, the filthy squelch of her pussy taking me deep.

“You close?” she panted, slowing just enough to tease me, clenching her muscles around my cock.

“Fuck, yes—”

She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. “Then come for me, baby. Fill me up.”

That was all it took. My hips jerked as much as the ropes allowed, and I came hard, spilling deep inside her with a growl. Jess moaned, grinding down onto me, milking every last drop until I was spent.

Then, with a smirk, she climbed off and untied my wrists. “Good boy.”

I pulled her into a rough kiss, already planning my revenge.