Page 153 of Whirlwind

She considered for a moment. “I think I only like it because it’s yours. It feels very… strong?”

“Dominant?” he offered. “Manly? Sexual?”

“Yeah. Um, all of those.”

They would definitely need to explore that more. “Put your hands together.”

She clasped them over her belly.

Starting from the middle of the belt, he wrapped it around both wrists in a loose figure eight, then used the buckle to cinch it together. It was loose enough that she could probably slip out of it with a little effort, and it would only leave marks if she pulled against it.

Symbolically, though, it looked sexy as fuck around her brawny wrists.

She seemed to be reveling in it. He could watch her twisting her hands just to feel the texture against her skin. She was breathing in shallow little pants.

“Good?”

“Mmmmhmmm….”

Carla shucked off his boxers. His cock sprung up proudly, a shiny black length framed by the matching dark straps around his waist and thighs.

He watched Charlie try to raise her arms, realize that she couldn’t move her hands, and rest them on her belly again.

“You’re going to feel so good inside me. God, you make me so hard.”

He stroked his shaft while he returned to the bed, making a slight adjustment to keep the vibe over his clit. The sensation of touching his own body this way thrummed through him. Wearing a strap-on, he felt confident and masculine. Ready to fuck someone.

That feeling didn’t change at all when he was on the receiving end.

He straddled Charlie again, resting all of his weight on his knees, and then leaned forward to kiss her. The angle wasn’t great with her hands trapped between them, but that made it sexier, too. Her boxers rubbed softly at the inside of his thighs, the warmth of her body seeping through.

Their cocks rubbed against each other and Charlie’s trapped hands. He thrust lazily against her, letting her feel her submission. She was his now. Trapped and ready for him to use for his pleasure.

Her mouth was open to him, needy and sensual though she perfectly followed his lead. It was hard to tear himself away.

Still panting, he sat back on his knees and found his phone. He’d set the vibrators to synchronize, so whatever he felt, she would, too. He selected the lowest setting.

“Feel that?”

She nodded, but still looked tentative. One day, they’d work on having her speak up more, but today wasn’t that day. For now, it was enough that she was communicating with him, even silently.

“Touch your cock. Get it ready for me. I want it positioned so you’ll feel everything I do.”

With her bound hands, she reached down to grip the shaft, moving it a little downward and to the side. He could see the moment when she got it centered because her mouth opened in a silent O.

“Stroke your cock. Let me see how you like it.”

With slow motions and then more confidence, she worked her shaft. Fuck that was hot. Her rough hands. The thick dick with the mushroom head that kept popping through her fingers. And his belt keeping her in place, the leather thick around her wrists.

Every time her hands moved upward, they brushed against his own cock, adding to the glorious sight and sending shivers through him.

“Ugh. I could come just watching you.”

Charlie looked up at him with heavily lidded eyes. That was where he wanted her. Not nervous, but completely captivated by the innate sensuality of her hands on her own cock, putting on a show for him.

“Ready for me?”

“Please.”