He finally gives me a second to catch my breath, right before he shoves my face into his groin, grinding my nose into his pubic hair. I sputter and gag. My eyes water.

He yanks me off his cock. A web of spittle falls from his cock to my chin.

Holding me by the hair at the top of my head, he asks, “That what you wanted?”

After my body has calmed, I reply, “Yes, sir.”

“You missed my cock, didn’t you?” he asks, tapping it against my cheek and over my eye.

“Yes, sir.”

Reaching behind me, he tugs on the rope connecting my wrists to the crotch rope. The knot rubs against my clit. Ever so slightly, it takes my mind off how sore my feet, legs, arms, and mouth are. But he doesn’t do this for long. Straightening, he plunges himself back into my mouth.

“Harder,” he orders.

I suck harder, channeling my frustration and lack of fulfillment into giving him as much head as I can. He groans and starts pumping his hips. I’m able to get into a rhythm and ensure my lips wrap him as tightly as possible while I go up and down. I want him to remember how good I can make him feel. I want to see his brow furrow in pleasure. I want to see his body surrender, to know what I can do to him.

Though I’d rather take a break, I press on. Up and down his cock. Up and down. Sucking and sucking. Until he starts bucking into my face faster and faster. I try to keep up, doing what I can to keep the gagging at a minimum.

With a roar, he pulls out and unloads over my face and chest. The white viscous liquid lands on my lashes, my cheek and lips. Part of me feels triumphant that I got him to come and relieved that he’s no longer pounding into my mouth and throat. But now what? I’m still tied up and unable to gain my freedom.

After sending the final spurt of cum onto my dress, he lefts my chin. “Don’t worry, Bridge. I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot.”

Chapter 5

BRIDGET

Past

After arriving at The Lotus with Amy and being told that Darren is in a meeting, I decide to say hi to Felipe, the bartender with the friendly smile and about the only person who didn’t treat me like a leper for not wearing an outfit swank enough for the club my first time here.

“Anything ever work out with that hot stockbroker?” I ask Felipe as I straddle a barstool.

Felipe, in the middle of fixing me a Shirley Temple, stops to gush. “OMG, Bryan is the best. We’ve gone out three times since that night you helped set us up.”

“I didn’t set you up.”

“Yes, you did. If you hadn’t talked to that woman and found out he wasn’t on a date with her, I wouldn’t have had the guts to talk to him.”