**Spill the Tea (And Then Some)**

I’d been dying to tell him all night. We were sprawled on the couch after a lazy dinner, me tucked under his arm, our feet tangled together. He was scrolling through his phone, half-watching some show, but I could feel the tension in the way his fingers kept flexing against my shoulder. He knew something was up.

“Babe,” I said, shifting to straddle his lap. His phone clattered to the couch.

“Yeah?” His hands settled on my hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles.

I bit my lip, then leaned in close. “I’ve been thinking about what you asked for last week. The… anal thing.”

His cock jumped under me, already hardening. “Oh?”

I grinned and pressed my lips to his ear. “I want you to fuck my ass tonight. And—” I nipped his earlobe, savoring the sharp inhale he took “—I want you to tie me up while you do it.”

He didn’t waste a second. His grip tightened, flipping me onto my back so fast the couch groaned under us. His mouth crashed into mine, hot and possessive, tongue sliding against my lips until I opened for him. I could taste the hunger, the way his breathing had gone rough already.

“Bed. Now,” he growled.

I let him drag me up, stumbling down the hall, already tugging at my clothes. By the time we hit the mattress, I was down to just my panties, the damp spot between my thighs obvious. He shoved me onto my stomach, one hand pinning my wrists behind my back while the other yanked my panties down.

“Fuck, you’re wet already,” he muttered, grinding his cock against my ass. The fabric of his jeans was rough, the pressure delicious.

“For you,” I gasped. “Always for you.”

He let go just long enough to grab the silk scarf he kept in the nightstand—my favorite, soft but strong. In seconds, he had my wrists bound tight, the knot firm but not cutting. He pushed me onto my knees, ass up, and I heard his zipper before I felt his hands spreading me open.

“You sure?” His voice was dark, rough with need.

“God, yes. Just—” I wiggled my hips, begging without words.

His fingers teased my pussy first, dragging through my slick, rubbing slow circles over my clit until I was whimpering. Then lower, pressing against my asshole, the tip of one finger pushing in just enough to make me clench.

“Relax,” he murmured, spitting into his palm before smearing it over my tight hole. His finger worked in deeper, slow and patient, stretching me open. My moans were muffled in the sheets, my whole body trembling.

“More,” I begged.

“Patience.” A second finger joined the first, twisting, scissoring me open until my thighs were shaking. His free hand slid under me, fingers finding my clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts.

I came with a cry, my cunt pulsing around nothing, my ass clenching on his fingers. He didn’t let up, working me through it until I was boneless, panting.

Then his cock replaced his fingers, the blunt head pressing against my hole.

“Breathe,” he ordered, pushing in slow.

The stretch burned in the best way, my body resisting before giving in, letting him sink deeper. He bottomed out with a groan, his hips flush against my ass, his hands digging into my hips.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he gritted out.

I whimpered, the fullness overwhelming, the heat of him inside me lighting up every nerve. He started slow, shallow thrusts that had me gasping, then deeper, harder, until my whole body rocked with each slam of his hips.

“You take my cock so fucking good,” he growled, one hand fisting in my hair, pulling just enough to make me arch. “Love this ass. Love watching it swallow me.”

The words sent another wave of heat through me, my cunt dripping despite being empty. He fucked me harder, his balls slapping against me, the sound filthy and wet. I was helpless, bound and at his mercy, every thrust dragging a moan from my throat.

“Gonna come,” he warned, his rhythm stuttering.

“Inside,” I begged. “Please, I want it.”

His groan was guttural, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself in me. He held himself deep, grinding in until I could feel every last drop.

When he finally pulled out, I slumped forward, boneless. He untied my wrists, kissing the red marks left by the scarf.

“Good?” he asked, lips brushing my ear.

I turned my head to kiss him, slow and lazy. “Better.”

And when his fingers slid between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit until I came again, I decided—spilling the tea was definitely worth it.