"That's a good girl," Buck said. "You're all tied up, aren't you? Now, I can do whatever I want to you."

Mila cried out, pulling, gripping the soft restraints on her wrist. It was a strange sensation to be deprived of her touch. She felt exposed, completely nude and open to whatever he wanted to do to her.

She startled when Buck laid a gentle slap to her thigh. It sent shocks of pleasure coursing throughout her whole body.

"Don't pull," he warned, his tongue traced a trail down her neck and over the curves of her breasts. "Be still. I have something special, just for you."

She did her best not to pull, but she couldn't crane her neck to see what he was doing.

He sucked at her nipples, pulling the skin into his mouth.

She squirmed. She was so wet, she could feel it pooling onto the sheets. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead.

"Please," she whined.

"So desperate and whiny," he said. "Don't worry. I have just the thing."

She watched as he moved off of her, digging in his bed side table. She heard it before she felt it, a gentle buzzing sound. She tensed, quivering in anticipation.

Buck ran the vibrator up and down her thigh, loving the way she was shaking.

She yelled out, probably louder than she had ever been when it finally landed where she wanted it. She groaned as the vibrations pulsed through her entire body.

"Don't come," he said. "Who do you belong to?"

"You," she cried. "Please, I need to come."

"No," he said, shutting it off and tossing it somewhere. She could care less. "You only get to come around my cock. Do you understand?"

She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately moving her thighs for any friction. He slapped her thigh when she didn't answer.

"Yes, I understand," she babbled.

She felt him slick himself up and down her folds. He slowly slid inside of her, moving in a gentle rhythm, in and out, in and out.

"So fucking tight. You always feel so good, honey," he pants. She fluttered around him, hooking her legs around his, urging him to pick up the pace.

Buck moaned. "You're getting close, aren't you? Such a good girl. Come for me, " he encouraged.

Mila's back arched, her entire being seeming to fracture under his touch. She had never orgasmed so intensely before.

Her clenching pushed Buck over the edge, and he pulled out, spilling onto her stomach.

She was floating high on the clouds, slowly easing back down when she felt Buck untie her. Her hands dropped numbly onto the pillow and she grimaced.

Buck whispered sweet words in ear. "Did so good for me, baby. My pretty girl."

Her eyes finally fully opened, squinting at the light of the lamp.

"There she is," he cooed. "Hey there. Feeling okay?"

She hummed, and he cleaned her gently.

"How about your wrists?"

He reached for one, rubbing it gently. It tingled a bit from being in one place for so long. She flexed it back and forth to wake it up.

"Just a little ticklish," she smiled, and he chuckled, a low, satisfied rumble. He kissed her cheek, and then her lips.

"I love seeing you come. The prettiest sight in the whole world, especially knowing I'm the only one that can do this to you. Isn't that right?"

She blushed but nodded. He coaxed her into a sitting position, moving to sit behind her, and offering her a drink of water. She melted into his chest.

"So sweet," he murmured. "I love you."

"Love you more."