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form, only made the picture more lewd. There was only one thing missing.
    I knelt between his thighs, spread wide by the cables around his ankles. Forcing myself to move slowly, to build the suspense, I reached for his fly.
    He jumped at my first touch. My panties muffled his protest. “Don't you dare come,” I told him, as I drew the zipper down. “Not until I give you permission.”  
    His cock sprang up through the gap I made. Behind the gag he whimpered like a beaten dog. Saliva gathered in my mouth. Pussy juice trickled from my cleft.
    Patience, Liz. Give him what he needs. Then you can take your pleasure.
    Trying to ignore the pulse between my thighs, I rolled back onto my heels and stood upright, then pulled out my cellphone. “Now you're ready, Krishna. Now that you're—controlled—I'm going to capture this for posterity.” I pointed the camera lens at his bound form.
    He grunted, shaking his head violently, tugging against the cables and the scarves. For a moment I worried that he'd topple the chair.
    “Hush! Don't worry. This will be our little secret—as long as you behave, that is. Don't you want to see what you look like?”
    He calmed. He rested in his bonds, motionless and silent. Only   his eyes spoke.
    “You're beautiful,” I whispered, framing his cable-wrapped form on the LCD screen and snapping the shutter. “Beautiful and perverse and unbelievably hot.”
    I stuffed the mobile back into my right pocket and pulled a condom from my left. I had waited long enough.
    He trembled when I rolled the latex down his length. He moaned into his gag when I straddled his body, knees on the chair seat on either side of his hips, and lowered myself onto his jutting cock. I rocked back and forth, sinking him more deeply into my soaking cunt. I was filled with hot hard flesh—Krishna's flesh, that I'd craved for so very long. He was mine.
    The thought was as intoxicating as the sight of his restraints. Now I was the one who was moaning ,   pumping up and down, grinding my clit against his pubic bone as I rutted in his lap. He stayed mostly still, allowing me to use him however I liked. I plucked at the taut cables. I pinched the rosy nipples peeking out between them. He gasped and arched up, driving his cock into my wet, hungry depths. I wanted more, always more, his heat and hardness making me cruel as I impaled myself on   him again and again. I clenched around him, reaching for the climax that shimmered just out of reach, and felt him surge in response.
    He tensed and swelled inside me. He was coming. I looked up at his face and saw such bliss that my scolding died on my lips. Instead, I came myself, pleasure welling up and spilling over, unexpected and effortless. Pure delight, golden and viscous as honey, flooded my senses. His cock   blasted me with liquid fire and I came again, rich and smooth and full.
    I collapsed on his cable-wrapped chest, breathing his odor of sweat and sandalwood. His cock nestled in my dripping pussy, still half-hard. I pressed my lips to the brown hollow at the base of his throat. I wished, for a moment, that his arms were free so that he could embrace me.
      All at once his computer emitted a loud beep.
    We both jumped. I laughed and pulled the gag from his mouth. He sputtered a bit.
    “The backup process,” he said. “It's done.”
    “Oh. Should I untie you?”   Now I felt oddly shy.
    “Not quite yet.”   His eyes gleamed.
    I felt it again, the thrill of knowing that it wasn't just my pervy mind directing this scene. He wanted what I had to give. He could have stopped me, at the start or later. I'm strong, but no match for a guy a head taller and forty pounds heavier than I am. He could have escaped, even turned the tables on me.
    But he didn't. The thought made me dizzy with delight.
    “Kiss me, Liz. Please.”
    His full mouth beckoned. I didn't see any reason to refuse him.
    “Thank you,” he said when I finally peeled my lips away from his. The naked