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Click hereHer heart was pounding through her chest. With shaky hands she raised her phone and re-read the text. "I am here. Be ready in five minutes." She shifted her weight to her right, fidgeting with the elastic bands grazing over her hips. The bands created a tie pattern that ran from her chest to her hips. He had picked it out and it had arrived just before she had left for this trip. She wore the makeup he had requested, soft pink lips and several coats of black mascara. "I trust you on the rest," he had told her. "You won't disappoint me." Her breasts, cupped and raised in black satin, heaved as she tried to steady her breathing. "Just like a goddamn romance novel" she laughed to herself.
A firm knock at the door interrupted her train of thought. She cracked the door, trying to hide her body behind it. He stood at the threshold, grinning. Stepping through the door, he lifted her up, enveloping her body in his arms. She was promptly shoved against the wall, his body pressing into her. Looking into her eyes he whispered "Hi" before crushing her lips with his. She could feel her body melting as his tongue probed her mouth. She could feel the warmth beginning to rise from her core and she opened her legs wider, pressing her pelvis into his.
He pulled away and set her down. "Not yet, my sweet. We have plenty of time." She breathed in heavily and bit her lip, feeling the anxious pull of desire pushing her towards demanding more. But that wasn't why she was here this time.
He turned to the bed and began to unpack the non-descript leather duffel bag. First came out coils of rope, soft bundles neatly twisted. "I chose this color for you. I know it is your favorite and I can't wait to see you in it" he said coolly as he kept reaching into the bag. Next out was a flogger which he gave a quick caress to before setting it out on the edge of the bed. A Wartenberg wheel next, a set of metal claws, a paddle, and a bright red candle. Her cheeks flushed bright pink. She had been waiting so long for this moment and it was finally here. Desire and fear churned in almost equal parts in her stomach and she started to quiver as she stared at all the toys on the bed. "Did you bring your toy?" he asked, turning to her. "Y-y-yes" she stuttered, feeling like a fool. The icy exterior that had formed while he was unpacking melted. "Hey," he said, lifting her chin, "Relax. Take a deep breath. This is going to be fun, okay? And any time you want to stop, we can. Is your safe word still the same?" She nodded, breathing deeply and letting it whoosh out.
"Better?"
"Better."
"Good. Let's begin." His face returned to the icy look it had previously. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his. This time the kiss was rougher, more primal. His hands ran up to her scalp and his fingers locked into her hair. Suddenly, he pulled her back, arching her head slightly. "Mine," he growled.
Keeping hold of her hair, he pushed down, forcing her to her knees. She could see the outline of his erection straining against the fabric of his pants which caused her to let out a low whimper. With his other hand, he undid the button, slowly unzipping his fly. His cock sprang out, thick and firm. She felt the pressure on the back of her head intensifying, matching the throbbing in her cunt. He moved her head closer to his head. "Worship," he commanded. She would have responded with "Gladly," but her mouth was already around his shaft. She had waited so long for this. The thickness and length filled her mouth and she swirled her tongue around his head, tasting the first bit of cum leaking from him. Her hands ran to his hips and she stroked his thighs gently, trailing her fingers to the base of his cock. She ran her hands down his balls, delighting in his muffled moan. His hand tightened around her hair and pushed her face deeper into him, forcing his cock further into her mouth. Sensing what he wanted next, she relaxed her jaw ever so slightly as he began thrusting her mouth down on him, slowly at first then picking up speed. She grinned inwardly as she felt him throb and grow ever so slightly harder in her mouth, waiting for him to cum deeply in her mouth. Instead, he pulled her mouth completely off him. She frowned.
"Oh?" he said with a smirk. "Were you expecting something that soon? No." He roughly turned her around and gave her a series of smacks on her ass in quick succession. The warmth from the hits began to spread, radiating out to the sides and sending sparks down her legs and straight to her pussy. "Now, lie down. Face up."
She slid down on the bed, the contact on the bed against her warmed ass making her wince slightly. "Stay still" he said gruffly. A blindfold slipped down over her eyes. She could hear him reaching for something else and she squirmed slightly.
"I said still. Now, what are we going to have to do about that?" She could hear the slight meanness in his voice and a small moan escaped her lips. He grabbed each of her ankles and spread her legs wide. The cool air of the room hit her burning pussy, and she blushed realizing she was sopping wet. He ran his hands up her inner thighs, pausing right before her lips. She began to squirm again but then instantly realized her mistake and quieted her limbs. "Better," he said, "But I think you are capable of more."
She felt a strand of rope begin to circle her right ankle. He twisted the rope, his fingers nimbly securing it, crossing the rope to her thighs, securing both her right ankle and thigh spread. He lightly trailed his fingers on her thighs again and she let out an involuntary shiver. She heard him laugh while he grabbed her other ankle, repeating the same process.
"Now," he said with a smirk, "Can you move?" She tested the restraints on her legs, only managing a slight wiggle.
"No."
"No, what?" His voice had a hint of impatience.
"No, Sir."
"That's what I wanted to hear" he said with pleasure. She felt the weight of his body on top of hers as he kissed her. Her nipples hardened as he explored her mouth. "Now I'm going to do your hands. Arms up." The rope and his hands began to snake around her wrists and in a few minutes she was completely anchored to the bed. She felt the weight of the bed shift, and she strained to listen for any hint of what he might be doing next over the beating of her pounding heart. The rope felt like rough silk against her skin and she couldn't help but sigh happily and grin at finding herself restrained, open and ready for whatever he would want to do to her next.
The bed shifted again as he returned, and she felt his teeth bite her nipples, sending shudders down her body. He bit the flesh of her breasts, increasing the pressure of the bites as he moved up to her shoulders and neck. "Mine," he whispered into her ear. She nodded in agreement. "Now, you know the rule. No coming until I give you permission." She felt his body begin to slide down hers, then his breath ever so lightly against the wetness of her pussy which now felt on fire. His tongue began to tease her, running again her lips, circling ever closer to her clit but just darting away before touching it. "Oh no," she thought, "I am not going to last." Before she had time for a second thought, his tongue had found her clit and he teased it greedily, sucking and lightly licking it. She moaned hard, and then she felt a slap against her left thigh. He started the assault on her clit again, bringing the soft pressure of his tongue up. Her legs were quaking and she let out a "Please" that was half of a moan.
"Please what?" he mocked as she felt him pull himself halfway up.
"Please, may I..." Her words were strangled. "It is so hard not to.."
"No. No you may not" was his reply as he began again. Each time she danced closer and closer to the edge, his tongue would vanish, stopping the pressure and halting the release she needed.
By the fifth time he had completed the dance, she was near sobbing. Tears leaked out from behind the mask, and her legs were near spasming. When he pulled away yet again, sobs completely wracked her body. "Please, Sir. Please. Please may I come?" she wailed, tears streaming down her face. Instead of a verbal reply she felt a smack hard on her pussy. The sting after the intense teasing was almost too much and she felt herself nearing the edge. Pulling herself short from orgasming, she felt floaty and almost dizzy. When his tongue began again a constant stream of "Please" and "Sir" began to babble out of her mouth. As he approached the point where he had always pulled back, he lifted his head and said "Now. Come now" before flicking his tongue across her clit. She strained against the ropes, her back arching, sounds that were half a growl and half a moan escaping her mouth. Wave after wave of climax washed over her. Her pussy clamped and released and stars formed behind her eyes.
"That was beautiful. You were a very good girl," he said, the warm approval washing over her. He ran his finger tips up along her thighs, circling her breasts, teasing her nipples, tracing lightly over the bite marks that were beginning to ever so slightly bruise. The weight of his body was on top of her, and she could feel his skin against hers, his cock throbbing against her. He kissed her mouth gently as he removed the mask, streaks of mascara running down her cheeks still pink from her orgasm. He tilted her chin up, making her eyes meet his. His cock pressed against her cunt and she raised her hips, trying to draw him closer. "Who owns your pussy?" he asked, his eyes drilling into hers.
"You" was the only word she could manage to get out, her head swimming with desire and need.
His thumb brushed against her cheek before his hand circled around her neck. "You know better than that, my sweet. Now, who owns your pussy?" As he asked again, his hand began to squeeze as he thrust the head of his cock even closer to the entrance of her pussy.
"You do, Sir."
"Damn right" he replied as he shoved the entire length of his bare cock inside her. His thickness stretched her, forcing her open. The feel of his skin against her and being filled so completely sent her to shuddering again. She could feel herself tightening against him and when he reached down to start gently brushing against her clit she moaned. "I knew you'd like my bare cock. Such a slut" he whispered in her ear as he thrust deeper and harder into her.
All she could do was moan in response. It felt so completely right, being filled while tied down. And he was right, she did love the feel of his bare cock thrusting into her, nothing between them. She arched her back, thrusting her tits into his chest.
"Still not on the pill?" His face had that knowing smirk, as he picked up speed with his thrusts yet again. A jolt of panic mixed with a complete overwhelming desire flooded her brain. She shook her head, unable to form a complete sentence. She was floating, almost dizzy as she felt the quiet center of another orgasm begin to form again. He continued the pace, urging her forward wordlessly with his thrusts. At the moment she thought she wouldn't be able to hold back any longer, he whispered in her ear again. "Now. Come for your Sir now." It was all she needed and an explosion of spasms wrecked her whole body. She could feel herself gripping and releasing his cock and he thrust deeper. She felt him swelling, then blast after blast of his warm thick cum coating her, filling her pussy entirely. "Mine. All mine" he said, kissing her deeply.
As she drifted back down from the heights of her orgasm, he began to undo the ropes, running his hands on the beautiful marks now circling her limbs. She felt limp and shivered. Wrapping her in the blankets of the bed he snuggled next to her.
"Now" he said, nibbling her ear, "What am I going to do with you next?"