Charles
Her permission hits every nerve in my body. I c*m hard across the red sheets, pulsing in her fist while she milks every drop out of me. My arms pull against the cuffs. A long, broken groan tears out of my throat. The orgasm rips through me so intensely my vision spots for a second. When it finally fades I am left trembling, ass still in the air, c*m cooling under me.
She releases my c**k and wipes her hand on my thigh, spreading the mess.
“Good boy. You did good. Although, you still look a little proud and we will fix that.”
She unclips the wrist cuffs and steps back. I stay on my knees, breathing hard, face burning with a mix of shame and leftover pleasure.
“Get off the bed and crawl to me.”
She walks to a low armchair in the corner and sits, legs parted. I drop to the floor
