Writhing underneath him, I shake my head and whimper a denial.
His voice turns dark. “Yes, you know.” He grabs my wrists and presses them back to the pillow over my head.
Panicking, I blurt, “I said you couldn’t s***k me!”
“I know, baby. Shh.” He kisses me softly. “I’ll never do anything you say no to. Okay?”
Relaxing a little, I nod.
He kisses me again, then murmurs, “So what do you say to being tied up and blindfolded?”
Whatever my face is doing, it makes him grin. “You like that idea.”
“I don’t know. It sounds kinky. I’m not kinky.”
“Says the girl with a huge collection of s*x toys and a vocabulary that would make a dominatrix blush.”
He thrusts into me again, gently biting my neck, then whispers, “I want to make you come when you’re restrained. Blindfolded, restrained, and beg
