**Bound to Win**

It started as an innocent game night—just me, my buddy Jake, and his wife Sarah. But when Jake got an urgent call and had to leave early, things took a very *different* turn. Sarah and I had always flirted a little, just harmless banter, but tonight, with the mood loosened by a few too many drinks and the way her tight little tank top clung to her tits, the tension was thick.

She caught me staring as she bent over to grab the fallen poker chips, her ass practically begging to be gripped. “Eyes up here, tiger,” she teased, but there was something hungry in her voice. That’s when I saw the silk scarf dangling off the armrest. I smirked. “Double or nothing?”

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “What’re you thinking?”

I twirled the scarf between my fingers. “Winner ties the loser up. Anything goes.”

Her lips curled into a wicked grin. “You’re *fucked*.”

Turns out, I wasn’t. One lucky hand later, and Sarah was giggling as I looped the scarf around her wrists, tying them tight behind her back. She tested the bonds with a little wiggle, her tits bouncing just enough to make my cock twitch. “Comfy?” I asked, trailing a finger down her arm.

“Mmm, getting there.” Her voice was already breathy.

I pushed her gently onto the couch, spreading her legs with my knee. Her shorts rode up, showing just a peek of her pussy through the thin fabric. “You sure Jake’s okay with this?” I teased, knowing damn well he wouldn’t be.

Sarah arched against the restraints, her nipples hard under her shirt. “He doesn’t *own* me.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I yanked her shorts down, revealing her bare, wet cunt. No panties. *Fuck.* “Been planning this?” I growled, sliding two fingers into her tight heat.

She gasped, rocking her hips to meet my thrusts. “Maybe.”

I hooked my fingers, rubbing that spongy spot inside her until she was whimpering. “You like being tied up? Helpless?”

“Yes—*fuck*—yes!” Her pussy clenched around me, drenching my hand.

I stripped my dick out, slapping it against her clit. “Then beg.”

Sarah’s eyes went dark with need. *“Please.”*

I shoved into her with one brutal thrust, her soaked cunt gripping me like a vice. She cried out, back arching helplessly as I pinned her down and fucked her deep, the restraints keeping her right where I wanted her.

“Mine,” I grunted, pounding into her tight little pussy, watching her tits bounce with every slam of my hips.

“Yours!” she moaned, her legs shaking as I hit that sweet spot again and again.

I could feel her clenching, about to break. So I wrapped a hand around her throat—just enough pressure—and growled, *“Come.”*

She shattered, her pussy pulsing around my cock as she screamed. I followed her over the edge, filling her up with thick, hot spurts until we were both panting, wrecked.

Untying her wrists, I smirked at the red marks left by the scarf. “Guess I won.”

Sarah licked her lips. “Best two out of three?”

Fuck. Game on.