Mine to Use

Elise hasn’t fucked in weeks. She’s crawling out of her skin. After drinks downtown she drags Mickey home, chains his wrists to the chair arms, ankles to the legs, rope biting into muscle. He’s bare, blindfold tight, mouth open and helpless. Elise stands over him in nothing but black heels, her own hunger slick between her thighs. She takes him slow—lips sliding down the length of his cock, tongue swirling the head, throat swallowing him to the root until her eyes water. Mickey groans; she moans around him like she’s starving. When her mouth is dripping spit she climbs up, sinks onto his cock in one slick drop, riding him hard, nails digging into his shoulders. She leans in, teeth grazing his jaw, tongue tracing his ear, lips claiming every inch of skin she can reach. Her pussy clenches, greedy, owning every throb. He’s bound. She’s wet. Nothing else matters.