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only to
heighten the heat between us. The only thing on my mind at the
moment is the driving need for friction. I can hardly stand it. He
wades into the water and sits down on the stairs. I sit astride
him. I can feel his aching tool between my ass cheeks. I blush with
desire. He takes me but the chin in a firm, but gentle grasp. I
feel his fingers ghost over the flesh of my inner thigh in the
water. I try to push against his finger, but his other hand holds
my hip fast. Only once does the broad pad of his finger stroke me
and I practically come undone.
    David sits back, bracing his wide
shoulder blades against the ledge of the pool. At last, he gives me
the opportunity I crave. I slide off his lap, moaning when my clit
slides across his shaft under the water. I resist the urge to will
my hips into a back and forth motion. I find myself on my knees
between his thighs. The water is up to my breasts – nipples pert
with arousal. It does not faze me that the water will destroy my
makeup as I stoop down and envelope his aching cock between my
lips.
    I hold my breath as I sink deeper. I
hear him sigh before my ears are submerged. He slides both hands
into my hair and holds me under, guiding me along his solid,
delicious shaft. I suck eagerly. It hits the back of my throat. He
wants me to take him deeper. His cock is so large that I nearly
choke. He brings me up abruptly, his hand finding purchase in the
crook of my arm and then the flesh of my ass as he drags me up his
body and into a fierce kiss.
    I stroke and work him, praising his
cock with my hands as he leaves fingerprints in my ass and my
breasts.
    David takes me out of the pool. He
kisses me into a wooden room. The sudden deluge of heat, like the
breath of a living thing, tells me it is a sauna. David shuts the
door. The inexorable heat drives me wild with cravings for him. The
coals and hot stones steam and hiss under the grate. I want him to
push me into a corner and fuck me on one of the wooden benches. I
want him to claim me on the ground.
    David backs me against the wall. While
my hands continue to milk his cock, he ties my wrists together.
Before I know it, David raises my arms and puts the rope over a
hook dangling from the ceiling. My toes barely touch the ground. It
is maddening that I can no longer touch him.
    David slowly circles me, not unlike an
apex predator. I can feel his wintry blues burning holes on my
flesh, as though he means to devour me. The dim light paints him an
especially sinister shade of blue, but I am not frightened. I groan
flirtatiously, pulling on the ropes.
    “Do not struggle, pet. I would hate
for the ropes to blemish your skin.” He caresses my arm.
    “I want you inside of me. Now.
Please,” I beg, my eyebrows knitting together in
desperation.
    David tangles his fingers into my
hair. He pulls, inclining my chin. “So impatient. All in good
time,” David tells me. “I intend to play with you first.” I shiver,
feeling new liquid heat blooming between my legs. Suddenly I know
this is going to be a very long night – a night I will never
forget. I can only moan as David binds more ropes around my ankles,
spreading my legs for him. Now, I am suspended entirely from the
hook. He brackets my hips with his hands and starts tonguing and
sucking on my nipples, feeling me up.
    “David,” I whisper.
    David walks around behind me. I
whimper when his palm collides with my ass, leaving a biting sting
in its place. I hear him fumbling with something. I can feel his
erection pressing against my backside. Water drips down my skin,
left over from the pool and condensing with the humidity. My wet
hair clings to my shoulders.
    I find myself in darkness when he
secures a blindfold around my eyes. He then ties a ball-gag in
place behind my head. My loss of control is absolute. I can say and
do nothing. I can only moan. It is immensely arousing. This man may
be a gentlemen in public, but he is the best kind of sinner behind
closed doors. He is kinky