**Bound by the Waves**

It all started at my buddy Jake’s beach house. His parents were out of town, and a few of us from the team showed up to blow off steam after a brutal loss. His mom, *Lisa*, had always been… *distracting*. Late 30s, tanned from summers at the shore, her curves barely hidden under that stupidly tiny bikini she wore like it was nothing. I caught her staring at me more than once—always when Jake wasn’t looking.

Tonight, she was tipsy. *Real* tipsy. Barefoot in the sand, she stumbled into me, her hands gripping my arms for balance. “Oops,” she giggled, her breath hot against my neck. Her tits pressed into my chest, and fuck, I could feel her nipples through the thin fabric.

“You good, Mrs. C.?” I asked, playing dumb.

She tilted her head, smirking. “Call me Lisa. And no, I’m *not* good.” Her fingers traced my biceps, slow, deliberate. “I’ve been watching you, Emad. All that muscle… wasted.”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah?”

She dragged a fingernail down my chest. “Yeah. I think you need… discipline.”

Before I could react, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the boathouse. Inside, the air was thick with salt and the scent of old wood. A single lantern glowed dimly, casting shadows over the ropes and gear strewn around.

Lisa pushed me against the wall, her hand sliding down my shorts before I could even blink. My cock jumped at her touch, already half-hard. “Fuck,” I hissed.

“Uh-uh,” she murmured, squeezing my dick through my boxers. “You don’t get to talk yet.” She reached for a length of thick, rough rope coiled on a hook. My pulse hammered as she looped it around my wrist, yanking it tight against the wooden beam above me.

“You’ve been bad,” she whispered, securing my other wrist. “And bad boys *stay still*.”

I tugged instinctively, but the knots held firm. My cock throbbed, straining against my shorts as she stepped back, admiring her work. Her fingers hooked into the sides of her bikini bottoms and peeled them down, revealing smooth, bare skin.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned.

She smirked, spreading her legs just enough to let me see her glistening pussy. “You like that?” she teased, sliding two fingers through her folds. “I’ve been *wet* since you walked in tonight.”

I jerked against the ropes, desperate to touch her. “Lisa—*fuck*—”

She dragged her slick fingers up her stomach, then popped them into her mouth, sucking them clean with a moan. “Mmm. Tastes even better when I’m thinking about you.”

Then she was on me, her mouth crashing against mine, her tongue shoving deep as she ground her hips into my trapped cock. I could feel her wetness through the fabric, hot and needy. “You want me?” she breathed, pulling back just enough to bite my lower lip.

“Yes—”

“*Beg*.”

I groaned, arching against my restraints. “Please, Lisa. Fuck, I need your pussy—”

She laughed low, sinking to her knees in the sand. Her fingers hooked into my waistband, yanking my shorts and boxers down in one rough pull. My cock sprang free, already leaking.

“*So* pretty,” she purred, stroking me from base to tip with one hand while the other gripped my balls. “I bet you come *hard* when you’re tied up.”

Then her mouth was on me, swallowing my cock deep, her tongue swirling around the head before she sucked me all the way down again. I swore, my hips jerking uselessly against the ropes as she worked me over, slow and filthy.

“Gonna—*fuck*—”

She pulled off with a wet pop, standing back up. “Not yet,” she warned, pressing her bare body against mine. Her tits crushed against my chest as she reached behind her, guiding my cock to her entrance.

Then she sank down onto me in one smooth motion, gasping as I filled her. “Oh *God*,” she moaned, rolling her hips. “So *big*—”

I growled, tugging at the ropes as she began to ride me, her pussy clenching tight with every bounce. The sound of skin slapping filled the boathouse, mixed with her whimpers and the creak of rope.

“That’s it,” she panted, grinding down hard. “Take it, *Emad*—fuck, *fuck*—”

Her nails scraped down my chest as she came, her cunt pulsing around me. I lost it, bucking as much as the ropes allowed, spilling deep inside her with a broken groan.

Lisa slumped against me, her breath hot on my neck. “Good boy,” she murmured, kissing my jaw before loosening the knots.

I caught her wrist as she stepped back. “Round two?”

She smirked. “Oh, we’re *far* from done.”