“I know from your survey and forms you’re clean. So am I and I’m on the shot,” she said as she undressed. “It’s up to you if you’d like us to use a condom or not.”

“No condom,” he said quickly, practically stumbling over the words and making her laugh. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Olivia was all pale pink and ivory, except for her fiery tresses, her muscles sleek on limber limbs as she began to crawl up onto the table with all the polished grace of a hunting feline.

“Now, cupcake,” she said as she climbed onto the desk, swinging one leg over his body so she was straddling him, hovering over his cock. “I want you to do one thing for me… just one.”

She took his cock in her hand, making him groan as she wrapped her fingers around his swollen length. Fuck that felt fucking amazing.

“What ma’am?” he choked out as she stroked, pulled, adjusted… placed him at the entrance of her body.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I do,” she said, and then she sank onto him.

Luke practically levitated off of the desk, his back arching, as the hot, sinful sensation of her wet pussy enveloped his cock. His body automatically clenched, which meant the anal plug immediately made its presence known, jerking inside of him as his muscles worked. The tingling at the base of his spine and the tightening of his balls were familiar signs of impending orgasm, and yet he had to push it back, push it down as Olivia wriggled and sighed with feminine pleasure as she settled atop him.

Oh yes.

Thick.

Long.

So very hard.

Olivia moaned as she rose up and sank back down on Luke’s straining cock, her hands pressed on his chest as she began to ride him. His body jerked beneath hers, pushing upwards, following her as she moved away. When his hands came up, reaching for her, she caught them with her own, sliding her fingers between his so they met palm to palm.

She used his hands to brace herself, to assist her own movements as she moved atop him.

Slowly.

Savoring the sensation of sinking down on his thick length over and over again. She could see the strain in his face, knew he was struggling with his own sexual excitement, with the pleasure of watching her above him… of being dominated sexually. The light in his eyes was ecstatic as he watched her, drinking her in, feeding the tiny bit of exhibitionist she had in her.

Olivia did like to be watched, but by a very select audience. Usually just an audience of one.

If he was a very bad sub, one day she might punish him by tying him up and then playing with herself to multiple orgasms while he watched.