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into my sex with full force with his tongue. He licks and sucks my clit like no man has ever done. I am almost there when he moves and says, “If you can’t stay still I will tie you up.” It is a threat.
    I don’t care, I want it so bad. I’m practically begging him to keep his word. “Do it. Tie me up and show me what you got,” I tease him.
    He smiles and says, “Okay. You asked for it. Get me one of your scarves,” he demands.
    I happily and quickly get him the tie he asked for. He ties me up so my hands can’t even attempt to get loose. When he is satisfied with his work, he goes right back to licking my clit as if he never left. When he puts two fingers in me, I know I’m done for. It takes all of three minutes before he lets me have my release.
    Panting, I open my eyes and see him reach for a condom. I’m happy, yet surprised he is ready to go again so soon. “You don’t have to use that. I can’t get pregnant,” I tell him.
    I see a glint of sadness in his eyes, almost if he regrets what I said.
    “Are you sure?” he asks.
    I nod in agreement, and he tosses the condom to the side. He bends down and gives me a hard kiss, and then he’s inside me. I moan and arch my hips for him. I can’t believe I have been holding out on men for two years. He pounds into me, deeper and deeper, his pace fast and rough. He’s giving me everything I want and he doesn’t even realize it. I feel the familiar building of my orgasm; I’m not ready, not just yet. Just a little longer. He looks into my eyes then, and that’s all it takes. I explode around him, coming like I’ve never came before. As I’m screaming his name, he finds his release.
    We both lay there in my canopy bed, breathing hard. I’ve never had an orgasm like that before. It was the most intense one yet. I roll over to admire Isaac and his perfect body. As I’m staring, Isaac asks, “Like what you see?”
    I smile at that. “How about we shower?” I ask him.
    He nods and we head to the master bathroom. I turn on the shower and step inside. Isaac comes in behind me and he turns me around so I am facing him. He tilts my chin up so he can give me a demanding kiss. I feel like I could have my wicked way with him again, but as fast as the kiss starts, he stops it.
    “Soap?” he asks.
    I give a puzzled look and hand him the soap. We both take turns washing our bodies and after the shower we climb into bed. I didn’t figure Isaac as the type to stay and snuggle after sex, but I am glad for the company. I spend most nights alone, and it’s extremely comforting to have someone to share my bed with. Isaac pulls me closer to him and that’s all it takes for me to fall into a deep sleep.
    The next morning I wake up to an empty bed. At first I panic. Did all that just happen? Or have I finally gone completely insane? I know the truth when I walk into my kitchen; Isaac is on his phone talking to someone who seems to not agree on what he is saying.
    “I told you, Don, we have to get all those shipments out by Monday or we are going to lose their contract.” Isaac lets out a puff of air and continues talking. “I don’t give a shit. Get it done or I’ll find someone else to do it.” He hangs up the phone and says a few more choice words. I clear my throat to let him know I’m there.
    “Hey, I’m sorry about that, problems with work. I didn’t want to wake you.”
    I smile and say, “That was nice of you, but since I’m up now, why don’t I make us some breakfast?”
    He seems to like that idea. Little does he know I went to a culinary arts school and graduated top of my class. I just decided my last year to take pastry classes. Cakes are my life. I love to create wonders for people. I don’t decorate as much now that I became my own owner, but I still get to participate every once in awhile.
    “So you can cook too?” Isaac asks.
    “Why don’t you just sit down and let the ‘chef’ work her magic?” I ask playfully. He laughs and pulls