Ruined for Anyone Else

Margot smiles, her crimson lips curling with predatory delight as she guides me toward the bed. Her fingers trace the curve of my spine through the satin, sending shivers racing across my skin.

"It's time to seal your defeat, Ero," she giggles, the sound like honey dripping over broken glass. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

Her hands slide beneath the straps of my pink satin dress, easing them off my shoulders with agonizing slowness. The fabric pools at my feet, and I step free, trembling. Margot sinks to her knees before me, her manicured nails hooking into the ruffled waistband of my panties.

With a wicked smile, she peels them down my thighs. My cock springs upward, rigid and flushed, the swollen crown slapping against my abdomen with an audible smack. A glistening rope of pre-ejaculate stretches from the weeping slit, swaying like a pendulum with each throb of my pulse.

Margot collects the pearl of fluid on her fingertip, bringing it to my lips. I suckle greedily, tasting my own arousal for the first time. She laughs, low and throaty, drinking in my complete capitulation to her will.

She retrieves four long white satin handkerchiefs from the nightstand. With practiced efficiency, she binds my wrists above my head to the mahogany bedframe, the fabric cool and unyielding against my skin.

She lifts my hips, propping them atop two silk pillows that tilt my pelvis upward, then secures my ankles beside my ears. My engorged shaft juts toward my face, the flushed helmet glistening mere inches from my lips, a constant reminder of my vulnerability.

Margot steps back to admire her handiwork. Her gaze devours me—spread and displayed, every secret exposed for her pleasure. Her eyes linger on my straining erection, on the tight sac drawn up beneath it, on the puckered entrance between my spread cheeks that clenches involuntarily under her scrutiny.

She vanishes from my field of vision. I hear the jangle of leather and metal, the whisper of straps being tightened. When she reappears between my thighs, her slender fingers shiny with lubricant. She uncaps a small bottle, anointing my fluttering opening with cool oil, coating the thick phallus jutting from her harness, and slicking her palms until they shine.

Her oiled fingers wrap around my twitching length, stroking from base to crown in one fluid motion that has me arching against my restraints.

"Oh, Ero," she purrs, dragging a single fingertip along the throbbing vein on the underside of my shaft.

I shudder, helpless against the sensation.

"Look at you," she continues, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "So ****, so needy. Completely helpless and at my mercy. "

Her grip tightens, pumping slowly, spreading the copious fluid leaking from my tip down my rigid length, dripping into my mouth, onto my face, and into my hair. She leans close, her breath hot and moist against my earlobe.

"I'm going to make you forget your own name, pet. By the time I'm done with you, the only word you'll remember is 'Margot.'"

She thumbs a switch at the base of her harness. The two-way phallus shudders to life, pulsing and vibrating against her mound where the textured node presses against her clitoris, the end disappearing inside of her gushing sex making her whimper with delight. She positions herself at my entrance, the broad head nudging against my resistance.

She pushes into me, splitting me open with relentless pressure. I cry out and clench against her invasion, tears spilling from my eyes as she takes my anal virginity. The sharp pain gradually melts into a dull, erotic ache that radiates outward, settling deep in my core. I fixate on Margot's face—flushed, triumphant, her pupils blown wide with desire.

She establishes a rhythm, sliding in and out with deliberate strokes. Her expression flickers with pleasure each time the vibrations stimulate her sensitive flesh. The curved tip of her toy taps my prostate with every thrust, sending sparks of sensation shooting up my dripping erection.

Her words lash at me between thrusts—taunts, encouragement, filthy promises that make my cheeks burn. I strain against the satin bonds, trussed and helpless as a turtle on its shell.

My channel burns with delicious friction, her elegant hands working my leaking cock with relentless expertise. Each droplet of pre-ejaculate that splashes onto my chin, my lips, my cheeks marks another degree of my surrender.

She varies her tempo cruelly—sometimes driving deep, tickling my prostate until I see stars, sometimes withdrawing to the tip and hovering there, leaving me empty and aching. Her fingers twist and glide along my shaft with diabolical skill, each movement calculated to push me toward the edge without allowing me to tumble over.

"That's it, Ero," she pants, her own arousal mounting as the vibrations drive her toward her peak.

"Take it. Take every inch of me like the **** little sissy you are."