Page 40 of Net and Chill

“Craig, you have to calm down.”

“No.”

“Craig.”

She pushes me back and snaps her legs shut.

“Nooooo!”

She wriggles away from me and holds a finger up in front of my face.Okay, MissCross.“Listen to me. Sweetie. Babe. We can still have sex today, but you need to chill. Okay?”

I grunt.

“You’re going to calm down and let me do the work. Do you understand?” she says, like she’s talking to a petulant child.

I grunt again.

She hops off of the dresser and opens one of the top drawers.Grinning.Slowly, she pulls two black silk scarves from the drawer. “Do you understand?” She flicks her gaze over to the bedposts.

Well, well.

That’s a move I did not see coming.

It is fucking adorable that she thinks tying me up when she’s naked with a shaved pussy is going to make me more chill, but I am 1000 percent on board with this idea.

“You’ve convinced me,” I mutter as I back up toward the bed. “Are you going to remove my boxer briefs?”

“You may do the honors.”

I take off my underwear and fold it up before placing it on the floor, stroking myself as I watch her tie the scarves around the bedposts. I’ve done this to her before, but no one’s ever thought to tie me up. I like it. Hot. And also adorable that shethinks tying me to the bedposts with silk scarves is really going to keep me down if I want to break free, but again—I’m along for the ride.

“If it took getting a grade-one concussion for me to see you tying scarves to the bedposts when you’re naked with a dripping-wet pussy, I can tell you it was worth it.”

“Get on the bed,” she commands.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I climb onto the bed and lie back, offering her my right wrist, which she ties up first. “Too tight?” I shake my head. “Not tight enough?”

I tug on the scarf with about 25 percent of my strength. “No, that’s good.” This is all about me controllingmyself, after all. The scarves are just a prop. She ties my left wrist, adjusts the pillows under my head, and I pretend I’m King Kong for a second, so we can get on with this.

“How do you feel?” she asks demurely.

“Like you’d better sit on my face while I lie here comfortably or I’ll have to break free and punish you for torturing me when I have this raging hard-on.”

“Oh, you meanthisraging hard-on?” she says coyly as she climbs between my legs and wraps both hands around my shaft. “Does this help?” She staresup at me while licking the precum off the head of my cock.

“Unh” is my answer.

“How about this?” She flicks the tip of her tongue at the most sensitive part and then sucks me into her mouth.

“Uhffff” is my reply.

“Let me try this…” She licks up my shaft sloppily. She knows that drives me out of my mind.

This is not relaxing.

“Baby…” I grit out. “Bring that beautiful pussy in for a landing now, or I swear to God, the bedposts are coming off.”