Kylie's Power Playdate: 3

Kylie has her husband right where she wants him--on his knees while she succumbs to the power of Devon, her Dom

Photo by Artem Labunsky on Unsplash

BDSM | Bi | Hotwife

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“Am I under arrest?” Kylie winced as her wrists were cinched tightly behind her back.

“Quiet. You only speak with my permission.” Devon had fastened her collar and did a marvelous job linking a chain from a ring to binding Kylie’s wrists. “Or have you already forgotten the rules?”

“No, sir.”

Erotic helplessness settled over Kylie, teased her insides and, despite the fact that she was standing in her own living room, her surroundings were becoming less important. She sunk into an unusual head space where her thoughts grew as blurry as they were arousing.

Devon secured her with his legs spread, supporting her with one arm behind her back while using his other to gently caress her tummy and breasts.

Slowly, his free hand climbed higher, above her breasts, and found a way to hold her neck while he whispered, nibbling her ear lobe. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

She wanted to respond but he already spanked her hard for speaking without permission. He warned her that if she repeatedly flaunted his rules then he would cut the time short, leave, and let her think about his directives.

Staying silent was so damned tough. An ache rose in her pussy and vibrated up her thighs, through her tummy, and seemed to grab and tighten her nipples.

Devon used his tongue skillfully, outlining her ear like a finely tipped paintbrush. His arms and hands gripped tightly and there was no way she could move. She didn’t want to. She wanted to be absorbed by Devon, even devoured.

Kylie tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and forgot all about Ryan, her husband, sitting naked on the floor across the room, watching and submitting to his desired emotional torment.

Devon ran his tongue across her face, connected with her lips, and shrouded her with the sweetness of his breath.