Chapter 18

I‘m standing bound and blissfully lost in a haze of desire, my eyes drinking in the sight of Ivan standing before me, a vision of masculine power and allure.

Panting slightly, I manage to find my voice. ‘What’s next?’ I ask, my words laced with a mix of anticipation and a hint of daring. I’m new to this game, but there’s an excitement brewing within me, a curiosity to explore these uncharted waters.

Ivan’s eyes lock onto mine, a spark of something indefinable flickering in their depths. ‘Remember the plane? When you were on your knees in front of me?’ His voice is a low growl, sending shivers down my spine.

I nod, a slow smile spreading across my face as I recall the moment.

He steps closer, the air around us charged with a heady mix of anticipation and desire. ‘I want you to continue what you started. Show me what you can do,’ he commands, his tone firm, laced with an undercurrent of longing.

“Going to be a little hard with my hands tied behind me,” I say, tilting my head back toward the bindings.

I expect him to release me. But he only grins.

“Be creative.”

I sink to my knees in front of him as he sits on the edge of the bed.

I lean forward, taking the waistband of his underwear in my teeth and tugging them down. It takes a little doing and a bit of his help, but I’m able to peel them down along his powerful thighs, his cock springing out to greet me.

“There you go,” he says approvingly.

He stands so I can pull them down the rest of the way and steps out of them. I sit up, his glorious, perfect cock my reward, the end glistening with a dab of precum, a signal he’s just as turned on as I am.

“Now,” he says. “Show me what you can do.”

I lean forward, flicking his head with my tongue.

“How do I taste?” he asks.

“Delicious.”

He’s long and thick, and for a moment I find myself wondering how the hell I’m supposed to do this without the use of my hands. Finally, I lean forward, kissing his tip, opening my mouth and taking him inside. He’s warm and hard, the taste of him a perfect blend of sweet and salty, washing over my palate.

It’s difficult with no hands. My instinct is to take hold of his length, stroking it as I suck. But I have to do all the work with nothing more than my lips and tongue. It’s a bit awkward at first, but soon I feel like I’m in my element.

My lips go up and down his shaft as I take as much of him into my mouth as possible. His groans, the way he brushes my hair aside to get a better look, encourage me. His massive cock strains my jaw a bit, so I take breaks to lick him up and down.

Just as he’s about to cross the threshold, he gently but firmly guides me up to a standing position.

‘Julie,’ Ivan’s voice is firm, ‘I want you to get on the bed. On all fours.’ He reaches behind me and quickly tugs my bindings free.

I feel a flush of heat spread across my cheeks, my heart pounding with each step toward the bed.

I pause for a moment, glancing back at Ivan. His eyes are dark with longing, a silent encouragement for me to proceed.

As I position myself on the bed, the coolness of the sheets contrasts sharply with the warmth of my skin. I’m acutely aware of every sensation, every breath, as I wait for Ivan’s next command, the air thick with expectation.

The thrill of surrendering to him, of giving him complete control, is both intimidating and exhilarating.

Positioned as he directed, I feel exposed yet empowered, a paradox of sensations that only heightens my arousal. Ivan’s approach is deliberate. I can sense his gaze on me, appraising, calculating, igniting a fire within that I didn’t know could burn so fiercely.

His hands find me, strong and insistent. As he enters me, the connection is immediate and overwhelming, a fusion of physical pleasure and emotional intensity that consumes me.

Ivan’s voice is both commanding and reassuring as he guides me. ‘That’s it,’ he says, his tone firm but encouraging. ‘Just relax and let yourself feel everything.’

I nod slightly, my body responding to his words, the tension slowly ebbing away under his guidance. His hands are gentle yet assertive on my skin, directing me, pushing me further into this new realm of sensation. His touch moves along the curves of my hip, all the way to my breasts as they sway back and forth with each full, deep thrust.

When I feel like I can’t take any more, when the need within me is a roaring blaze, he gives the command I’ve been waiting for. ‘Finish,’ he says, his voice a deep growl that resonates with my own need.

The release, when it comes, is explosive, a culmination of all the pent-up desire and tension. We reach our climax together, a symphony of shared pleasure that echoes through the room. It’s a moment of perfect synchronicity, his cock pulsing and erupting inside of me as my own orgasm rips through my body, my limbs shaking with pleasure and causing me to fall forward, his manhood still buried inside of me.

We collapse together, spent and satisfied. Lying there in the afterglow, the room is filled with a content energy. The gentle caress of Ivan’s hand on my skin is soothing. Our fingers entwine, and I feel a connection that goes beyond the physical, a sense of being understood and cherished.

Without thinking, I find myself curling into him, seeking the warmth and protection of his embrace. His arm wraps around me, strong and secure, pulling me closer. It’s a gesture that speaks volumes, conveying a sense of safety and belonging that I’ve longed for but never quite found.

As sleep begins to claim me, I feel a profound gratitude for this moment, for the unexpected journey that’s brought me here.

I let out a contented sigh, my last conscious thought a reflection of how much my life has changed since meeting Ivan. From the structured, predictable routine of my days as his assistant to the passionate, unpredictable reality of being his wife, it’s been a journey of discovery and growth.

As I drift off to sleep in the warmth of his embrace, lulled by the sound of the ocean and the steady beat of his heart, I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement for the future.

It’s a future that’s uncertain, filled with potential challenges and unknowns, but also with the possibility of love, connection, and a shared life that’s richer and more fulfilling than anything I could have imagined.