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tied,
blindfolded
eyes, and blinking furiously, wanting to remove all
trace of them before Mark removed her blindfold. She expected him
to remove the covering any moment.
Instead, he untied the binding, removing the
leather straps from her body. Free to move, she laid there,
breathlessly waiting for him to remove her blindfold so she could
climb off of the island.
A heated breath whispered across her thigh
moments before the soft brush of his hair tickled her skin. Moist
lips pressed against her mons, and Lisa moaned softly, knowing that
now that they were alone, Mark would want to hear her enjoyment of
his touch.
His tongue delved into her already sensitive
core, and Lisa screamed softly as she held back the orgasm that
slammed against her. Trembling, she whimpered, trying to
communicate how close she was to her body betraying her.
“Shhhh luv,” Mark whispered against her
skin, his breath teasing her even more, “Let yourself go. It’s been
a long night, and you’ve done so well.”
Free by his leave, she let her muscles
loosen and allowed the sensations to swarm over her as he returned
to her pussy, his tongue lapping at her heated flesh, spearing deep
into her core. She could feel his love with each attentive
motion.
Despite his power over her, and her complete
submission to him, Mark had never treated her as anything less than
an equal. Everything he did was calculated to prolong and increase
her pleasure, not to truly torture or demean her.
She submitted, as much as he dominated, out
of love.
This time when her orgasm started tremors
throughout her body, she let it wash over her. Her pussy tightened,
and she could feel the velvet glide of his tongue more intimately
as her cream flowed. Back arching at the intensity of the climax,
she screamed Mark’s name, her hands fisting at her sides. The feel
of her fingernails digging into her palms only increased the
sensation as Mark reached up her body and pinched her nipples,
plucking gently at the tender nubs.
She was softly floating on the euphoria of
her orgasm when she felt Mark shift between her legs and heard the
unmistakable sound of his belt and zipper being undone. The feel of
his dress shirt was replaced by his hips as he slowly and gently
pushed his cock into her. Each thrust was carefully drawn out, a
slow glide of flesh against flesh. His fingertips danced playfully
over his clit as he whispered in her ear, his voice rough with
emotion. She couldn’t make out the words above the throb of her
heart racing, but she knew they were words of love, of praise, of
devotion.
Each thrush of Mark’s cock pushed her
higher, driving her towards another orgasm. When it flowed over
her, it was like the warm caress of water lapping at a beach. And
it seemed to go on forever, as Mark continued his steady thrusts,
wringing every ouch of pleasure out of her body that was
possible.
Moaning softly, her body completely
worn-out, Lisa barely felt his withdrawal as he slipped from her
body and moved around the island to undo her blindfold. Blinking at
the muted light, she smiled at his thoughtfulness. Mark had dimmed
the lights before coming to her.
She could feel his gaze moving over her. The
heat of his possessiveness as he debated what more he wanted from
her. She watched as he carefully tucked his erection back into his
dress slacks and zipped them up. As tired as she was, Lisa knew she
would give him anything he asked for, especially if it meant
feeling him release inside of her body, knowing that she brought
him to orgasm. It was a heady feeling, being loved by this man.
“Sit up baby.”
Groaning softly as the movement, Lisa
complied and found her muscles a little stiffer from the forced
stillness than she had imagined they would be. Gentle hands cupped
her should and started to massage, and Lisa tipped her head back,
thankful for his soft touch.
As Mark’s hands slid down her back, working
tirelessly against her tense muscles, she found her body awakening
again. A fire of
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