“James, I need your cock. I crave it,” she whined.
I rammed my full length into her and watched every detail of her face. “Now that is what I wanted to see! Amanda has a nasty little addiction and an overwhelming craving for her Dom’s cock. I am in your fucking head, girl, and you can never escape me!”
At times like these, she did not want to escape me.
For the allotted time she was mine, she was completely uninhibited and totally open in offering herself to me.
Women like Amanda were guarded and not easily conquered emotionally. Amanda wore a type of chastity belt over her heart, and for these moments, only I had the key.
I relished the power I held over her. Knowing that no other man could reach into Amanda’s soul like I did made me drunk with pleasure.
“That’s it, girl. Beg your Dom to take what’s his. You’re so wet.” I eyed the liquid dripping down her thighs as I slowly pumped my cock in and out of her.
She could fight it all she wanted, but I held the key to her soul.
We could remain lost in each other for hours, losing all concept of time. Whenever we were in each other’s presence, there was only Amanda, me, and the passion that burns between us…