A Devoted Man: Real Love, Real Consent, Real Kink

My bed isn't a set. It's the one I actually sleep in, and tonight my real-life man is here to fuck me exactly how I tell him to. Will and I have no script beyond one rule: he follows orders or he doesn't get to come. I strap his wrists above his head and study the way his hard cock jumps when I praise him. The leather cuffs creak with every tug. I kneel over his face, grind until my thighs shake, then sink down on that thick shaft and ride until my voice cracks from telling him to give me every drop. He groans, desperate, but he knows better than to spill until I say. Sweat rolls between my breasts; the headboard knocks the wall in steady rhythm. When my cunt finally clamps around him, I growl the command and feel him flood me, hips jerking like he's been holding back for hours. No safe-word needed—he knows this is love, raw and filthy, and he wouldn't have it any other way.