**A Firm Hand (Part 2) by A. G. Ellis**
I stand and let you relax your damp naked body against me, your back against my chest. “Come with me,” I say, gripping your hand.
On shaky legs you follow me into a bedroom, and while you take a moment to breathe, I move a wooden ladder-back chair to the middle of the floor. I don’t sit you in it. Instead I urge you to kneel on it, so your knees are on the seat and your elbows across the top rail of the back. You flash an expression at me, seeking approval. You are shifting, so aroused, growing more tense with anticipation as I unbuckle my belt and walk around you. I can see your eyes fixated on my crotch, knowing you’d soon get a glimpse. But you aren’t expecting what I do next.
I pull my leather belt completely off, then I squat down to wrap it around the backs of your knees, tightening them into the stiles of the chair back. Then I loop the leather and pull your wrists down through the loops, positioning you such that your wrists and knees are secured together on opposite sides of the stiles, your ass in the air and your chest against the top rail. It is like you are tied over a log. I tug the belt until it creaks around the wood.
You seem to test the restraints and in the flash of your eyes I knew you weren’t getting free. But there wasn’t an ounce of fear there. There was a hint of a smile, and you wetted your full, excited lips as you watched me open my pants. I let you glimpse the waistband of my boxers, and you eye me deliciously. But instead of exposing myself so quickly, I unbutton my shirt and slide it off, then fold it over a few times until it forms a perfect blindfold. I step in front of you, let you realize that my cock is exactly at the same level as your mouth, and that’s when I fasten the shirt over your eyes, tying it firmly around your head.
You smile, fascinated, excited, and you listen intently as I move around you. You writhe a bit in your restraints as you hear me behind you, hear me unfasten my pants completely and step out of them. I watch you tense and relax, your body anticipating. And then you gasp audibly, as you hear me drop my boxers.
Immediately my cock is hard and wet and ready. Your taste is all over my face, your scent. And now, watching you here, I am so turned on. Your gorgeous skin, glistening with a sheen of sweat, your muscles taut and excited. The arch of your back, your skirt hanging over your ass, the curve of your legs and ankles. The belt holding you in place. And there, underneath, hanging down, swollen in arousal: your spectacular tits, nipples so full and pink. My hand takes hold of my cock, and I can’t help but start to stroke, getting myself so incredibly engorged and ridged. You can hear my hand, hear the smack of me jerking off, as I start to circle you slowly, taking in your beauty.
“God, look at you,” I say. ” So fucking hot.”
I use my free hand to touch you as I walk. I run my hand down your back, feeling the slick sweat on my palm. I feel the cords of your muscles, the cool tight texture of your skin.
“You make me want to do everything to you at once. I can’t even decide where to start.”
I move my hand over your skirt, pull it up to reveal your ass, the swollen pink labia, completely soaked with excitement. “I could fuck you right now,” I say, stroking my thumb down over your wet slit, pushing your lips apart. I love how your pussy tenses as I touch it, practically begging me. “Fuck you so hard. Fill you up.” I dip two fingers into you, get them sopping wet.
“But then, look at that ass,” I smile, running my wet fingers up over your asshole. It flinches when my fingers connect. “I crave your pretty little ass.” I push a bit more firmly with my fingertip, hear you breath a bit deeper. You let out a stifled sigh.
I keep moving, reach down and take a firm hold of your dangling breast. “But then there are your tits.” I keep stroking my cock, harder, more determined. You are barely able to stay still. If it wasn’t for my belt, I’m thinking you’d be attacking me by now. “Some days I want to lay you down, slather you with oil, grease up those magnificent tits, and fuck them until I can’t help but cum.”
I walk on, but not without pinching your nipple. I move in front of you. And you know I’m there. I can practically feel your gaze. If it weren’t for the blindfold.
“But not a day goes by, I don’t think about your mouth,” I say, standing directly in front of you. My cock is big and veiny and purple from stroking. It is covered in a shiny coat of pre-cum. I step forward, run the wet head over your lips. “I think about the way my cock looks in your mouth. The way it feels going in, over your tongue.”
I push my cock further in, just past your lips. You purse, suck, and savor the taste.
“Some days, I don’t know what I’d rather fuck,” I say, running the fingers of my free hand through your hair, “your pussy or your mouth.”
Your lips are bright red. Your cheeks flushed. And your tongue laps out to taste me. My fingers move through your hair to the back of your head, where my grip tightens.
“What do you think, baby?” I say, low.
“My mouth,” you say quietly but confidently.
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