Swing - Episode 9

They decided to test each other. She tied his wrists to the headboard first, silk cord biting into his skin when he pulled. He watched her move above him, legs spread wide as she sank down, taking him deep without warning. His hips bucked. She held still until he stopped moving. Then she began to ride him in slow, deliberate strokes. Each time she lifted off him completely before sliding back down, clenching around the head of his cock until he swore. When he begged to touch her, she leaned forward and pressed her palm over his mouth. Her other hand worked between her own legs, rubbing tight circles over her clit while she kept fucking him. Sweat gathered at the base of her throat. She came once, fast and sharp, then kept going, chasing a second. He tried to thrust up harder, tried to take control, but the restraints held. She watched his face twist with the effort, eyes glassy, jaw tight under her hand. When she finally untied him, he flipped her onto her stomach and drove into her without pause, one hand gripping the back of her neck, the other spreading her open so he could watch himself disappear inside her. She gasped into the sheets. He came with a low, broken sound and stayed buried, breathing hard against her spine. Neither of them spoke for a long time.