Page 91 of The Replay

I moan. "Are you wearing the nipple rings?"

She hums on my cock.

"Get those tits out. Show me."

She pulls at the fabric of her night gown until the neckline is under her breasts and her chest is on display. With both hands, she holds them and shows me her nipples and, yes. Gold rings surround them.

I whimper. "You're a goddess, Mariana."

She never breaks eye contact with me.

I keep her head still and fuck her mouth slowly. "There, on your knees, letting me do as I will, showing off your sexy jewelry… how come I feel at your mercy?"

One of her hands goes down to her pussy, getting her slip out of the way and touching herself. The other goes to my thigh, traveling up my leg until her thumb is in the right position to play with my balls. She rubs right behind them on a sensitive spot. All while I keep on using her mouth. I lose it.

I pull away. "Tongue out."

She does as told. With the head resting on it, I use my hand and bluff the intention of coming into her mouth. But that's not the plan.

"Fuck. I'm yours to do whatever you want. Even when I'm supposed to be in control. You own me."

She smiles, like she knows I'm telling the truth. Like she thinks I may be right, and not just saying mindless things in the heat of the moment. Still staring at me, she closes her lips on the tip.

"God. Mari, you could walk all over me and I'd ask you to leave scars."

And with that random thought, I moan and shoot my release all over her chest.

I don't let myself fully recover before I bring her to her feet. My body feels heavy, but it's a sensation I love pushing through. Especially when it means I can carefully take the nightgown off her and drop it on the floor… and I can spread my cum all over her body.

She smiles. I smile back. Kiss her. And use my fingers to coat the expanses of her body. In a moment of weakness, I writemineon her skin. She doesn't have to know.

"Satisfied?" she asks.

I kiss her jaw, her neck. "I could go for more."

"But it's my turn."

She pushes me back with a hand on my chest. The way she looks at me steals all my words.

"Take off your clothes," she says.

Right there in the middle of the entry hall, I take everything off. She watches me carefully as I stand naked in front of her. Neither of us has a stitch on.

"Use me, Princesa." I take a step closer, but she stops me.

"I will tell you what happens next."

I nod.

Her eyes rake down my shape. "The other night it didn't take you long to recover."

"It won't take me long tonight either."

"Good." Her lips take on a serious slant. "Turn around."

She touches my back in long passes from her hands. Her fingers trace my tattoos, run paths down the expanse of my body, exploring or recognizing, I don't know.

My hearing sharpens— I track her by sound alone. Rustling reaches me. She's taking hold of my clothes. Metallic clinks behind me. Until she grabs my hands and pulls them back, and leather comes in contact with my wrists.