You watch as I slip off my heels one by one, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the dimly lit room. You take a step back, your gaze following the line of my legs as they stretch out before you. I can feel the heat of your stare, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

“You know what I want,” I say, my voice low and sultry.

You nod, your eyes never leaving mine. “Yes, I do.”

I turn around, presenting my back to you. I can feel the cool air on my skin as I slowly begin to unzip my dress, letting it fall to the floor in a heap at my feet. I step out of it, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. I can feel your eyes on me, taking in every inch of my exposed skin.

“On your knees,” I command, my voice firm.

You obey, sinking to your knees in front of me. I can see the hunger in your eyes as you look up at me, and I can’t help but feel a thrill run through me. I reach down, running my fingers through your hair as I guide your head towards my pussy.

“Suck,” I command, my voice barely above a whisper.

You don’t hesitate, your lips wrapping around my clit as you begin to suck. I can feel the heat building inside of me, my hips thrusting forward as I grind against your mouth. I can feel your tongue flicking against me, teasing me as you explore every inch of my pussy.

I moan, my hands gripping your hair as I hold you in place. I can feel my orgasm building, the pressure inside of me growing stronger with every passing second. I can feel my legs shaking, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I get closer and closer to the edge.

And then, just as I’m about to come, I pull away.

You look up at me, confusion in your eyes. “What’s wrong?” you ask, your voice husky with desire.

I smile, my eyes glinting with mischief. “Nothing’s wrong,” I say. “I just have something else in mind.”

I reach down, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. I lead you over to the bed, pushing you down onto your back. I climb onto the bed, straddling your hips as I reach for the rope that I’ve laid out on the nightstand.

“What are you doing?” you ask, your voice laced with apprehension.

I smile, my eyes meeting yours. “Just trust me,” I say, my voice soft.

I begin to tie your hands to the bedposts, wrapping the rope around your wrists and cinching it tight. I can see the fear in your eyes, but there’s also a spark of excitement. You trust me, and I’m not going to let you down.

Once I’ve finished tying you up, I reach for the blindfold that I’ve prepared. I slip it over your eyes, blocking out the light and leaving you in darkness. I can feel your breath coming faster now, your chest rising and falling with every shallow breath.

“Relax,” I say, my voice soothing. “Just let go and enjoy the ride.”

I begin to explore your body, my hands roaming over your chest and stomach as I make my way down to your cock. I can feel it throbbing in my hand, the heat of it radiating through my palm. I wrap my fingers around it, squeezing gently as I begin to stroke.

You moan, your hips thrusting up towards me as you try to get more friction. I can feel your cock twitching in my hand, and I know that you’re close. But I’m not ready for you to come yet.

I release your cock, my hand trailing down to your balls. I can feel them tightening in my hand, and I know that you’re on the edge. I squeeze gently, my fingers rolling your balls as I continue to tease you.

“Please,” you beg, your voice hoarse with desire. “I need to come.”

I smile, my fingers leaving your balls and trailing back up to your cock. I wrap my fingers around it again, squeezing tightly as I begin to stroke.

“Come for me,” I command, my voice firm.

And then, with a loud moan, you do. I can feel your cock twitching in my hand, your hot cum spurting out and coating my fingers. I continue to stroke, milking every last drop from your cock as you shudder and gasp beneath me.

When you’re finished, I release your cock, my hand slick with your cum. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear.

“Did you enjoy that?” I ask, my voice soft.

You nod, your breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. “Yes,” you say, your voice hoarse. “It was amazing.”

I smile