**Tied Down and Teased**

It was one of those lazy Saturday afternoons where the heat made everything slow and sticky. My girlfriend, Jess, and I had been lounging around the apartment, barely dressed, just letting the weekend roll by. She was wearing this little satin robe that barely covered her ass, and every time she bent over to grab something, I caught a glimpse of her smooth, perfect skin underneath. I was already hard, my dick straining against my boxers, but I didn’t say anything—just let the tension build the way we both liked.

Then she smirked at me from across the couch, that fucking smirk that meant she was about to wreck me. “You look way too comfortable,” she said, stretching her arms over her head. The robe slipped open just enough to show the curve of her tits, and I swallowed hard. “Maybe you should be tied up instead.”

My breath hitched. We’d played with bondage before, but never like this—never with her completely in control. Before I could even respond, she was straddling my lap, her fingers working the belt from her robe. “Hands above your head,” she ordered, pressing her hips down against mine. I could feel her heat through my boxers, the wetness already soaking through. Fuck.

I obeyed, holding my wrists together as she looped the belt around them, securing me to the headboard. The moment she tightened the knot, something primal kicked in—I was hers, completely. She leaned down, her tits brushing my chest, and licked a slow stripe up my neck. “You’re not allowed to move,” she whispered against my ear. “No matter what I do to you.”

Then she was crawling backward, her fingers dragging down my stomach until they hooked into the waistband of my boxers. She pulled them down just enough to free my cock, which was already leaking at the tip. Jess wrapped her fingers around me, giving one slow stroke, and I groaned, my hips bucking on instinct.

“Uh-uh,” she scolded, pressing her free hand flat against my stomach to pin me down. “I said *no moving.*”

Fuck, the way she said it—like she owned me—made my cock twitch in her grip. She smirked again and then, without warning, swung one leg over my shoulders, hovering just above my face. The robe fell open completely, and there she was—her pussy glistening, her thighs framing my view like a fucking dream.

“Eat,” she ordered, lowering herself onto my mouth.

I didn’t hesitate. I licked her from her tight little asshole all the way up to her clit, tasting her sweetness, feeling her shiver above me. She moaned, grinding herself against my tongue, and the vibrations sent a jolt straight to my cock. I buried my face deeper, sucking her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue fast and rough the way she loved.

“Fuck, *yes*,” she gasped, her thighs tightening around my head as she rode my mouth. I could hear her wetness, feel it dripping down my chin, but I didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—not when she was grinding down on me like this, not when she was so close.

Then she lifted herself just enough to look down at me, her eyes dark with lust. “You like being my little toy, don’t you?” she purred, rocking her hips back so my tongue slid into her cunt. I groaned against her, my cock throbbing, desperate for any kind of friction.

She must’ve noticed because she reached down and wrapped her hand around me again, stroking in time with my thrusting tongue. “You gonna come just from eating me out?” she teased, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum.

I couldn’t answer, not with her pussy still pressed against my mouth, but my hips jerked despite the restraint, fucking up into her fist. That was all it took—the pressure of her hand, the taste of her, the way she was tightening around my tongue—and I came hard, spurting over her fingers and my own stomach.

She laughed, low and satisfied, and finally slid off me, licking my cum from her fingers. “Good boy,” she murmured, undoing the belt with one quick tug.

And then she was kissing me, letting me taste myself mixed with her, and fuck, I was already half-hard again.

We weren’t done. Not even close.