Their "relationship" was certainly off to a sizzling start, and soon Corrine and Winston were soon engaged in a very fiery affair. A few weeks after their first "encounter" with each other, Corrine invited Winston over for dinner, informing him that he was to be her dessert.
When Winston arrived at her house, Corrine was dressed in a leather corset and mini skirt. He tried touching her as soon as he came inside, but she wouldn't let him. "Later," she said. As they ate, all Winston wanted was to have her again...to make her scream his name as she had done several times before. They finished eating and Corrine instructed him to go to the bedroom.
Her room always seemed normal to Winston; there was no proof of her being any kind of kinky person. A king sized bed was in the center and Winston was always anxious to get on it. "Take off your clothes, Winston," Corrine said standing behind him.
Winston laughed, "Yes ma'am." He stripped in front of her.
"Get on the bed..."
"What about you?"
"On the bed." Winston was incredibly excited by this woman; he did as she said. Usually, she always let him have his way with her. She never minded due to the fact that this man was beyond amazing in bed; tonight was meant to be different though. She crawled on top of him and reached under the pillow. She pulled out a set of handcuffs, Winston's eyes widened.
"Oh," he said sounding excited, "you're a little vixen, aren't you?"
Corrine laughed as she cuffed him to the brass headboard. "You're in for a very long night." She slid her tongue into his mouth and ran her hands along his body. She could tell that he was already frustrated by not being able to touch her. He wriggled his arms in a vain attempt to get free. "Be a good boy, Winston."
"You had this planned since the night you met me, didn't you? Not that I mind."
"The thoughts crossed my mind," she said while running her hands up his inner thighs. "I just didn't think it would happen." Winston quivered beneath her as her hands neared his more sensitive areas.
She slid down his body and placed her mouth around him. He taunted and teased him for almost an hour. Winston writhed on the bed and yelled out in aggravation.
"How does it feel to not have any control over a situation, Winston?" She slithered back up his body.
"Absolute torture," he said through gritted teeth.
"Poor baby." She kissed him deeply, passionately...not roughly like the way he usually kissed her. She got off of Winston and off of the bed.
"Where are you going?" Winston said almost whining. Corrine only laughed. She slowly stripped in front of him, driving him even further into a sexual frenzy. "You're cruel..."
"Is it hard to be on the other side, Winston? Not knowing if you'll get what you want?"
"I know I'll get what I want...you want it too." He watched as she took off the last of her clothing. She slowly climbed back onto the bed.
"Well," she said straddling him, "I suppose you're right about that." She lowered herself onto him and started out slowly, again torturing him. "Mmm, isn't that nice?"
"C'mon, stop playing games with me..."
"Tell me what you want, Winston."
"You know what I want!"
"Tell me," she said again, trying to hold herself back. "Or...I could stop..."
"No! God, don't stop!"
"Then tell me what you want."
Winston took a deep breath and growled, "Make me yours, Corrine."
"Was that so hard?" She began to grind down on him, making him scream out her name, instead of things being the other way around. She made sure that she rode out her first waves of pleasure before he had any of his own. He was still trying to move his arms, so Corrine decided it was time to free him.
As soon as his hands were free he grabbed her and kissed her so hard that things went black. He delved into her and enjoyed himself thoroughly. She must have built up his stamina because he lasted for quite some time. When he finally reached his sexual euphoria it was so severe that both Winston and Corrine passed out...