"Wow," I exclaimed as I looked around. The walls were black, except for one wall right at the end that was a vivid red, almost a blood red. There was a white leather couch to one side. On it, there was a blanket that looked like some sort of cashmere. It looked really comfortable. I wondered if he had an interior decorator because his taste was impeccable. In front of the couch was a large beige cowhide rug. It looked striking on the dark wood floors. I looked to the other side of the room and there were three large, golden, wooden chests leaning up against the wall. On the wall in the center of the chests was a large silver mirror. It was most probably one of the largest mirrors I'd ever seen in my life.
"Come, let's look," he said. He squeezed my hand and we walked over to the mirror.
"I don't want to look at my reflection right now. No, thank you," I laughed as I shook my head. I didn't want to see my naked body.
"Look," he said. He grabbed my face and he positioned it in front of the mirror. "You're beautiful, Rosie. Look at your beautiful plump breasts. I love them," he said, and he leaned down and sucked on my left nipple. I closed my eyes and moaned, loving the feel of his teeth on me as he chewed.
"Oh Jackson," I said, my hands running down the front of his chest. I loved to touch him. His skin, so silky, smooth, and warm felt like the softest material I'd ever had the pleasure to touch.
"You're just so beautiful," he said. He looked back up at me; "You should look in the mirror every morning and remind yourself of that fact."
"I mean, I know I'm not bad, but I don't have the perfect body. I mean, I couldn't be a model or anything," I said in a self-deprecating fashion.
"You could be a model on my catwalk any day," he said with such a sweet smile that I laughed to stop the moment from making me too emotional.
"Well, thank you. You could be a model." I stared at his gigantic muscles. He grinned at me and then flexed his biceps and I hit him on the shoulder softly. "You're such a show off, Jackson."
"I wouldn't say that I'm a show off. I would just say that I work hard for my body and I'm happy that you enjoy it."
"Yeah, I guess." I wanted to ask him who else was enjoying it, but I knew that was none of my business.
"Come," he led me away from the mirror to the other side of the room. We stopped directly in the middle of the room on top of the rug. It felt as warm and silky as it looked.
"Um, what's going on? I thought you said you had a sex swing."
"Oh, but I do," he said. He pulled on what I then saw was a little rope hanging from the ceiling, and down dropped some black straps of material with buckles on them.
"Um, what is this?" I raised an eyebrow. "This doesn't look like any sort of swing that I know."
"It's called a bondage restraint," he grinned. "The straps are adjustable."
"A bondage restraint? Um, what?" I stared at him in shock.
"You see that bar up there?" I looked up to the ceiling and I noticed the straps were hung to a bar.
"Uh-huh."
"They can hold 500 pounds."
"Okay."
"How's your upper body strength?"
"My upper body strength? Why?"
"Because based on how good your upper body strength is, it will determine which position we do."
"Um, I got to admit, I can't do any pull-ups. So my upper body strength isn't that great."
"Okay. We can work on that." He licked his lips and just chuckled. "Are you ready?" he said, as he stepped forward towards me.
"What are you doing?" I shifted as he lifted me up. He pulled on the material and inched me back.
"Rest your ass on this."
"What?" He lowered me down onto the widest piece of material. "This is not going to hold me."
"Trust me. It will hold you," he laughed. He rested me down on the material and I held on to the straps for dear life.
"I don't know about this, Jackson."
"Trust me," he said.
"I'm trusting you, but-"
"Raise your legs up onto my shoulder."
"What?"
"Are you nervous?"
"Yeah, I'm nervous. I'm going to fall back." I shook my head. He grabbed two other straps that had two holes.
"Lift your left leg up," he said.
"What?"
"Put it through this."
"Oh my gosh. Really?"
"Really. Trust me, Rosie."
"Okay." I put my left leg through the strap and he stepped forward and grabbed it and placed it on his right shoulder.
"Okay. Now lift your other leg up."
"Oh my gosh," I said, as I lifted it up and placed it through the other hole. He grabbed it and placed it on his other shoulder and moved up closer to me. My legs were spread and now pressed against his abdomen. I swallowed as I felt the heat of his skin against my sex.
"Now comes the fun stuff," he said with a little wink.
"Jackson. I don't know about this."
"What?" He laughed. "First time using a bondage restraint?"
"Uh, yeah. I'm guessing this isn't your first time."
"You want me to lie?" He shrugged. "No, we've both been with other people Rosie, but that doesn't matter now. Okay?"
"Okay. I mean, I just-" I gasped because I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my pussy. "Oh shit," I murmured under my breath. He was grinding it against my clit and I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter.
"Like that, do you?" He pressed his lips against mine, his hands going underneath my ass so that he was holding me. I still felt slightly insecure as if I could fall back at any time. But I trusted him. He had a good grip on my ass and my legs were securely over his shoulders. He kissed my lips and I felt his cock inching closer and closer to my opening. His tongue entered my mouth and soon we were French kissing. I could feel my breasts jiggling. And then, he entered me. I cried out at the sudden movement, the hard thrust of him inside of me. It felt so good, and I just couldn't stop myself from moaning. He chuckled slightly against my lip. My eyes opened and he was staring into mine with such heat and intensity that I shivered even more. He rocked my body back slightly and stepped forward.
"Um, what are you doing?"
"You'll see," he said. And then he moved me back and forth so that I was slamming back and forth on his cock in the swing. I'd never felt anything quite like it. I could feel the entirety of his cock inside of me, and it felt amazing. "Bet you've never been fucked like this before, have you Rosie?"
"No," I groaned as my body slammed back and forth against him. My hands wrapped around his shoulders underneath my legs and I squeezed into his chest, moaning, as he just moved me back and forth, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.
"Fuck, you feel so good. Your pussy's so wet and tight for me. I'm going to fucking come," he groaned against my lips as his hand squeezed my ass.
"Oh," I cried out. And then before I knew what was happening, he was exploding inside of me with his cock in and out, in and out, until my orgasm also happened and I was crying against his lips, screaming his name. He pulled out slowly, and then lowered me to the ground.