Page 94 of The Replay

She's slick on my leg. Her hands keep the pace on my cock. My shoulders hurt from the strain of having my hands tied, but it doesn't stop me from fighting the constraints I'm in. I want to touch her, I want to fuck her, I want to sear every sensation and every moment into my brain.

I grunt. "Never enough."

"You want to see me so badly?" She whines.

"Always. God. I need you."

"Dom."

The mattress shifts and dips as she moves off my thigh and, without ceremony, sits right on my cock. The sobs that fill the room are almost identical this time, but I don't get to savor it. She immediately starts riding me, seeking her climax.

"Mariana."

She moves faster. She knows exactly how to angle her hips to get my cock where she wants it. One hand rests heavy on my chest, using it for leverage as she sways back and forth. From the feel of it, she's using her other hand on her clit. The vision of it in my mind is glorious.

"Mari. I need to see you," I cry.

"You have not… You haven't…"

"You're about to come and I'm going to miss it."

"Hear it," she moans. "Feel me."

"Can I fuck you?"

"It will hurt you."

"Let me fuck you." I brace my heels into the mattress. "Let me give you this one."

"You still— Dom. Say please. You haven't— said please."

"Is that what you want, mi reina? Me quieres destruir. Quebrarme en dos."

I'll end up split in two, broken right down the middle, by how much she demands of me. Despite my despair, I'll love every second of it.

"Mari, por ti, lo que sea." I moan. "Please. Por favor. Te imploro. Please. Let me fuck you."

She doesn't say anything.

"I'll wreck my shoulders for you," I say. "Please."

She lifts herself to give me room. "Fuck me."

I do. I press on the mattress and thrust into her, fast. All of a minute later, she squeezes me tight, on and off, in that uneven rhythm I could lose myself in. The sound that comes out of her throat fills the room. It echoes in my head. Her nails might leave permanent marks on my skin, she claws at me so hard.

It doesn't stop me— I keep going hard.

"Shit, I didn't see you come," I complain.

I piston harder, but I falter when she comes off me with no warning. I'm so hard it hurts, and now my cock rests heavy on my belly. I haven't finished, and now she's not touching me either. My makeshift blindfold comes off and I blink to get used to the light in the room.

"Jesus." I can't deny I'm a bit disoriented, and still too turned on to manage.

She breathes hard. "Turn to your side."

I do. She takes off the belt, and I groan at the relief for my shoulders.

She hangs the silk slip in front of me. "You can make yourself come using this."