"Move the chair over here and turn it around so the back faces me."

My kinky Reed was back in full swing. I did exactly what he said.

"Straddle the chair," he all but groaned.

I had no idea how that would work sexually, but I was past caring. Reed watched for a moment before standing up and taking the scarf from the nightstand. Once he covered my eyes, I wouldn't be able to see his incredible muscles, so I drank him in, burning each sinewy movement into my memory.

"You know you can tell me to stop any time," he whispered in my ear as he placed the scarf around my head, covering my eyes.

"Yes." My heart was ready to explode from my chest. I could feel moisture on the chair dripping from my pussy, but I wasn't embarrassed by it; I was too damn turned on.

He lifted my hands and slowly pulled them behind me while wrapping the tape around my wrists. When my arms were secure, I felt the heat of his hands against my ass.

"Lift a little, baby, and slide forward."

I widened my legs, lifting my butt as he arranged me how he wanted. The wooden slats of the chair's back hit my breasts. He walked around and manipulated my breasts so they fit through the slats. "This isn't how I remember that first night," I teased.

"My dreams have a mind of their own and I liked where they took me."

"Will I like it?" It was a ridiculous question because I already liked it.

"Hmm, we'll see."

Not what I expected, but there was no way I'd stop him now.

"I'm not moving far away, but I need to get something."

A touch of panic entered my voice. I just couldn't help being a big baby. "Don't leave the room." My doubts would set in if he left me, which seemed stupid, but I couldn't help it.

"Not far, baby."

I heard him move and, I think, pick up something. The noise sounded strange and then I heard the unmistakable sound of a crinkling wrapper a foot away from me. A cool, ripe strawberry rubbed against my lips seconds later. I licked the juice that dribbled down, knowing I didn't get it all. Reed took over the job and I smiled as his rough tongue trailed from my chin to my neck. He pulled my hair, moving just my head back. When he lifted his mouth from my flesh, he circled the strawberry over one nipple and I quickly sucked in air knowing his hot lips would follow.

I was wrong.

He circled the other nipple, letting the juice run down past my stomach. He put the strawberry to my mouth.

"Eat it, baby." I sucked it past my lips, loving the sweet but tangy taste.

He added another strawberry and increased the sweet torture to my breasts.

"What do you want, baby?"

Oh, God, I couldn't believe he asked. He knew what I wanted.

"You, please, Reed." The words were a strangled gasp of air as I wiggled in the chair as much as my bindings allowed.

He leaned inhis warm breath whooshing over my ear. "Be more specific for me."

"Your mouth on my breast, please."

He did exactly what I asked, though it wasn't what I really wanted. He kissed the sides of my breasts, licking a little strawberry juice off with his tongue.

"My nipples, God, Reed, please."

And just like that he gave me what I needed. He sucked my nipple, using his tongue to swirl it around. The suction felt incredible, but my pussy started giving me problems. With the way he had me sitting in the chair, nothing touched me down there. I couldn't get close enough to the slats or the chair bottom even after trying to tilt my pelvis forward. That part of me ached for touch.

He moved to my other nipple. "Is there anything more you want?" And he sucked it into his mouth. He had to have noticed me squirming.

"You're torturing me." I was panting in a very unladylike way.

The low rumble of his voice only turned me on more. "You did this to me all day. You walk out in that hot little piece of nothing bikini and I couldn't even give myself a hand job to relieve the throb in my cock. You almost killed me today."

"So you're punishing me." He was going to ruin this.

"No, not even close. Lean back a little." He pushed a pillow between me and the top of the chair back so my chin could rest on the softness.

I heard the rustle of his clothes followed by the tear of a condom wrapper. He moved behind me and grabbed my waist a few seconds later.

"Lift up again," he said into my ear, his throaty voice sending shivers down my back.

He moved my ass up, sliding his legs under mine as he straddled the chair too. I put all my upper weight against the pillow and wooden chair back as his fingers found my clit and rubbed against me. His finger entered my pussy and slid out. He adjusted me higher and the tip of his cock replaced his finger. He lowered me slowly down the long length of him. I was sore, but like the night before, it was an incredible sting that I never wanted to end. The chair squeaked with our combined weight.

"We're going to break the chair," I practically screamed.

"I don't give a fuck, Jaycee. I'll buy a hundred more chairs and we'll break every one."

He started moving, well, mostly moving my ass up and down. The wonderful long slide of his cock hit heaven inside my pussy. I groaned as he increased the pace. I buried my mouth into the pillow and screamed. The chair rocked back and forth, straining under us, but I no longer cared. His cock began pulsing inside of me and my orgasm continued.

In just two nights, Reed taught me why there was such a craze about sex. I hadn't understood before. My first time in the backseat of that car was dirty and wrong.

This was incredibly right. It was perfect.