Taste of Control

Zara

I looked up at him, smiling as I continued to stroke him slowly, enjoying the way his bound hands clenched and the way his breathing had turned ragged. I pumped my hand up and down his thick length with teasing strokes, sometimes twisting my wrist at the head, sometimes squeezing a little tighter at the base.

Vance groaned deeply, his head falling back against the couch for a moment before he