Flexing his biceps, he holds you with ease, guiding you into position expertly, ensuring your tingling pussy rubs against his hard shaft. “God, you...are so beautiful!” he mouths, the corners of your mouth smiling in response. "Take me," you plead with an air of desperation. Your words barely, audible he obliges, stepping forward, pulling you against him. Your hands flex against the rope with an overwhelming feeling of vulnerability as the restraints make you powerless to his advances. His. He’d opened doors that were never closing, shown her things she’d liked that she’d never imagined. And God, the edging. He only let her come one day a week, maybe two days if she’d been very very good. But in between, he made her edge seemingly all the time. One day it had been twelve times, and nearly drove her mad. After the twelfth time, she thought she might come just from pulling up her panties. Yet the worst days were the days she wasn’t allowed to touch her clit or pussy at all. Which. He was also still fighting the urge to continue masturbating, or better yet, look for someone to screw. When Dr. McGreuter finally came back, Ethan gasped with horror to realize just what he was thinking about him. His eyes widened and he squirmed uncomfortably on the cot, hardly able to believe that he was so horny that he was actually considering fucking the man that had done that to him. And from the look on McGreuter's face, he knew exactly what was going on in Ethan's mind. "The hormone. ’ Jordan again tried to pull me out the door. ‘Look, buster. The only way you’re getting me in that water is by picking me up and taking me there yourself.’ Shit. Wrong move. ‘Ahhhhhh,’ I screamed as Jordan picked me up, and holding me to his chest, made quick work of the distance between the bungalow and the ocean. Jordan dumped me into the waves. Deciding it was better to stay, we frolicked there for about fifteen minutes. When we got back from the beach, again with me in Jordan’s arms, he.