Ivory

I was drunk on it. The power. The way Sean’s big, strong body trembled beneath me even though he could have easily overpowered me if his hands weren’t locked above his head. My husband, my loving, possessive, always-in-control husband, was completely at my mercy, blindfolded, cuffed to our bed, cock so hard it looked painful. And I was loving every second of it.

“Look at you,” I murmured, my voice low and husky as I straddled his waist again. My soaked pussy hovered just above his throbbing length, close enough for him to feel the heat radiating from me. “So fucking desperate already. Does it hurt, baby? Being this...