"Are you ready?" Rose calls with faux confidence from behind the doorframe. This is the first time Rose and Morgan have had an opportunity to role play; and while Rose snapped up the opportunity at first she can't help but feel excited and nervous.

"Only if you are." Morgan purrs back encouragingly; seeming much more at ease as the captive than the captor. The room is gently lit with a red haze and soft flickering candle light. Dominating the room is an oak four poster bed with dark purple sheets and fine white curtains floating at each side. Morgan is spread on top of the duvet, his arms and legs tied individually to the bedposts. Completely vulnerable. Completely at Rose's mercy.

Taking a deep breath Rose steps into the doorway and over to the bed, one hand on her hip and the other caressing the side of her breast. Morgan's eyes light up at the sight of her curves hugged in a tight shiny latex catsuit, the candle light bouncing off the glossy black fabric like a mirror. A thin sheet is draped over Morgan's lean frame but it does nothing to hide the growing bulge of his cock. At a loss for words his hungry eyes devour every reflection and curve as he lays there slack-jawed.

"Well there is no backing out of it now." Rose whispers, as if confessing a secret. She grabs hold of one of the posts and swings down towards the end of the bed. She steps forward onto one knee between Morgan's feet and tugs at the sheet covering him. Slowly she reveals her prize. Standing tall, erect, Morgan's cock twitches as Rose inches closer. She drags a fingers lightly from the underside of his balls, around his sack and up to the tip of his cock. Rose smiles as his firmness. An involuntary noise escapes Morgan's lips as she wraps her hand around his cock and squeezes gently.

"I can't wait to taste you." Rose says with a deep sigh. "I want to suck ever last drop your cock gives me."

"Please, I -" Morgan's words cut off as Rose releases his sensitive head from its sheath.

"Tell me what you want." Pleads Rose. He could feel her breath on him now, lips mere inches from his cock; teasing him as she strokes him between her fingers.

"You know what I want." Morgan says frustrated.

"Let's pretend that I don't." A smile spreads on Rose's face at his impatience.

"I want… to feel your lips on my cock." He pushes out of his lips between deep breaths. He twitches at the not-enough sensation of her touch. "Please."

"Since you asked so nicely." And she licks the whole length of his cock, from base to tip, leaving wet saliva over him. Morgan leans his head back against the pillow and lets put a long deep moan at her touch. So soft. So warm. So wet.

Rose circles her tongue around his head, letting her saliva soak him before pursing her lips and pushing his cock into her mouth. She bobs up and down, only letting an inch into her warm mouth; slowly forcing more and more in with each suck, making a soft 'pop' each time she pulls away.

Rose settles down on her front leaning on her elbows to allow both her hands to join in. Stroking the top of her hand along his balls she rings her other hand around the base of his cock. Morgan looks down, mesmerised by the show, holding his breath for a few seconds each time she pushes down further. From here he can see her work and the sheen of her ass in black latex, throwing his head back at he rush of arousal. Rose pulls away with an audible 'pop' and looks at him.

"Is that all you want?" She asks innocently. Her fingers massaging the tip of his cock with its new wetness.

"No!" Morgan cry's out. "Please, more, I need more." He pulls at the rope around his wrist, desperately wishing he could wrap his fingers in her hair and guide her head back down. Rose smiles at him struggling.

"You're not going anywhere. You're mine to play with today." Rose sings. A rare moment of clarity sparks through Morgan's mind as he feels the cool of her breath on his wet cock.

"I can't stay all day." Morgan admits, wishing he could do just that. "You'll have to let me out soon. I'll be late for work. I'd stay all day and night watching you suck my cock if I could. We can meet up again." He's begging by the end of his sentence, his cock twitching in agreement.

"Well… I won't let you free until I've made you cum." Rose pouts as she licks her thumb and spreads it over the 'V' where the head and body of his cock meet.

"I WILL cum of you keep doing what you're doing." A mix of threat and pleading in his voice. He pulls at the ropes binding him, trying to inch his cock closer to her soft lips. "I want you to make me cum."

"Good." Rose devours his cock until he's soaked in her saliva; weaving her tongue between his cock and her fingers to add to the wet. Her hand slides along with her lips up and down, Morgan groans wanting more, faster. Rose bobs her head earnestly, sucking deeper, squeezing firmer.

"No! Please, not yet, you're going to make me cum!" Begged Morgan. If he came now it would be all over, and he must have more. Rose makes another 'pop' as she pulls away, her finger and thumb ringing the base of his cock and she squeezes.

"No… you can't cum yet. I've only just started." She pauses for barely enough time for him to recover before setting to work again. Rose moans on his cock, getting more furious in her movements. Morgan curls his toes and grabs the ropes that tie him, thrusting with her as much as he can restrained like this.

The torment continues, Rose sucks harder, pushes deeper before breaking away with a 'pop' to watch his cock twitch, aching to cum, then back down with barely enough time to contain himself. Morgan promises himself he won't give in that easily, he can't give in so soon or she's wins the bet.

"You're resisting." Rose says in a satisfied tone, smiling down over his hard cock and admiring her work. "It's so much fun to push your limit." Morgan inwardly curses at his crumbling fortitude, whimpering as she begin her onslaught again.

"Please. Let me cum. I want to cum." He begs. "God that feels so good." Any second now that will be it and there is nothing he can do to stop himself cumming.

Rose forces him deep into her mouth and he can feel his cock meet the back of her throat momentarily. A rush of saliva fills her mouth as she softly gags.

"Gods! No! I'm going to cum!" Morgan pulls hard against his restraints, powerless to either stop her or hold her there. "I'm going to-" he cums hard, sweet relief and ecstasy filling him from head to toe; grunting with each throb. Rose accepts each pulse, swallowing it all. She rises from him, pausing and sucking the tip of his cock as to not leave a single drop behind before sitting up between his legs.

"That. Felt. Amazing." Morgan pants. He relaxes into the bed, revelling in the after shocks. Rose pulls her legs from underneath her and drapes them over his legs, either side of his body. "I'm sorry it's over." He adds.

"Hmmm it's not over yet." Rose promises.

"Rose. I'd love to stay here all day with you and fuck the time away. But I've got to get to work in a few hours." He admits. Looking down at her, Morgan waits for Rose to pull the cords releasing the knots binding him. "You win. I couldn't have stopped myself if my life depended on it. And I'm glad. It felt so good." Roses pauses a moment to bask in her victory before looking over to the side and reaching towards her magic wand.