I searched for the perfect shade of green rope for weeks. Emerald wouldn’t do, it had to be the color of peat moss and ferns . Once this fantasy of mine was voiced, I knew it would be one of those pivotal moments in life that you remember in minute detail, and for once … I was in charge. I mentioned tying Sir up in jest, one evening when I was being a bratty imp, and instead of becoming riled up, like i intended, he was intrigued. And now, months later, I stand before him holding the rope I worked so hard to find, while a blues song croons about crossroads. The fibers don’t compare to the eyes I’m now looking into, but instead compliments them. You can’t find rope that is the color of late afternoon sunlight dappling a dense forest. one interspersed juniper, oak, and backlit with warmth from a human soul. Those mossy sun bursts are gazing calmly back at me, humor, trust, and desire shining through them. A wave of pride, awe, and arousal wash over me as I take in the leashed power that has been temporarily gifted to me. With a deep breath I begin my work. I have several short coils of green , and decide to start with his legs. running my hands from his inner thighs, down his muscular calves, a butterfly touch , Barely there., before securing his ankle to the coinciding chair leg. I kneel between his legs and admire my work thus far. He’s naked, his thick erection already long and hard, making my mouth water to taste him . I hold out my flat palm close to his mouth and softly command “ lick “. He flattens his warm wet tongue and holds my eye contact as he coats my palm his saliva. I then cup his balls with my other hand, and grasp him at the root, before sliding up, to run my thumb over the mushroomed head of him and sliding back down. I pump him for a long time, occasionally adding my own saliva to the head of him and keep going , enough where his thighs are tense, and then stop. I work on a chest harness next. I stand behind him , and reach over his shoulders to score my nails gently along his chest and flat belly, sliding my hands down to wear my hair hangs over his body and brushes gently over his dick. I pay special attention to his nipples, moving round him to bite the thick muscles on his chest and torso, and back and then quickly bind his chest to the chair . I instruct him to hold his hands behind his back, where I bite lick and scratch back and shoulders, then those hands are quickly coiled In green and attached to the harness. I stand back, a slow perusal of the situation is in order. The kitty is now a lynx, and this perfect creature is at my utter mercy. I’m giddy with excitement at my newfound power, and I attempt to school my features into nonchalance. I pad around his chair to stand before him, cock my head to the side, take it all in , and softly say “ beautiful “. My body takes on the role of Predator easily, and i slink slowly to my new prey, intent on taking in every cue he’s giving me. I observe . His dick is gloriously hard, and he’s not breathing evenly , good , me either. He is not accustomed to being overtaken, especially not by me. I am always the one looking up at him with need and subservience in my eyes. When he raises his head to meet my gaze there is nothing subservient in it . He boldly makes eye contact, demanding me without words to action. Even bound to a chair, he is still Sir, and I struggle to resist the command in his stare. One that would normally have me sinking to my knees ready to do anything he desired. I step up fully into his space, between his legs, lean forward, and grip his chin in one of my hands. I lightly kiss his mouth, and then drift my lips along his jaw to his ear lightly biting it and then back to take his mouth. I deepen the kiss and he obliges, both of us starving for the other. When I start to feel my control spiraling I stop and pull back. He is as out of breath as I am, but is wearing this smirk on his face like he knows exactly what that kiss did to me. Sir, it seems, is a brat too. I pull my pretty satin neglige over my head, and slide it along his arms, chest and cock, gripping his length once through the fabric before tossing it to the side. Next come the sheer lace panties . Won’t need those, as they are drenched already. I drop to my knees and find my equilibrium, this is my space, and I know what to do here. With a smirk of my own I tell him in my most innocent voice “ if you come before you are in my ass I won’t untie your hands later “ and proceed to swallow his length. I bob, suck, and alternately take him down to the root, while fondling his balls , stopping every little bit to gauge his reaction . When I taste precum and notice his body going hard as a rock, his back trying to arch in his binds, his balls tight and ready for release, I stop. I get up, Walk over to my toy bag, and take out my plug. I sit on the bed Less than 2 feet away from where I placed his chair .he literally has a front row view as I spread my thighs, gather moisture from my sopping pussy and fill up my ass with toy. I then play with myself with my hands, one pumping and curling inside my pussy with two fingers, the other hand rubbing my clit in a circular motion. I play for several minutes, while watching his face. He looks hungry, and I feel like his prey again. I stop, get up , stand in front of him, and tell him to open his mouth. I insert two fingers to let him taste me and he delicately licks my fingers before closing his mouth and sucking hard. I feel that suction as a jolt to my pussy. I withdraw my hand quickly and Step back to gather myself. I drop down to play with him again . My hands sometimes playing with his nipples , sometimes scratching, while I alternately stroke and pump him. Ive worked myself up, while trying to work him up. I straddle him, my arms wrapping around his head to grab the chair back, and my toes struggling to grip the the floor on either side of him. I use the floor and chair back to rock and slide my wet pussy along the length of him. I moan and slide, and muss his curls with my hands as I grip and pull on his hair hair and beard. He’s so tense , and I need him so bad I’m not so sure either one of us will last if I keep this up. So I stop, get up, take a drink from my glass and bring his over. Helping him take a drink, then I borrow an ice cube and make patterns on his skin with it . Around his nipples, his arms, his collar bones and finally his dick I pop a couple of smaller ice cubes in my mouth and suck his cock some more. I give us both another drink and then straddle him once more. I grab his cock with one hand, balance myself on his shoulder with the other, look into his hazel sunburst eyes and notch him at my entrance. I want to slam down on him immediately but I resist. I freeze and watch his face. Pleasure, need, impatience, and curiosity, all flutter across his face in rapid succession. I raise up and barely sink in again, just the head, over and over again. He is mostly silent, excluding a few moans torn out of him. I stare into his eyes and ask him “ Who owns you tonight ?” He freezes and I stop moving “ you do “ is his reluctant reply. I sink down a little farther than before . . I ask “ are you ready to be used ?” He hesitates again then looks in my eyes responds immediately with a firm “ yes “. I reach and bite the muscle in his neck and then slowly sink onto his length till I bottom out . We both moan. I grab his face in both of my hands and tell him “ don’t come in my pussy, I want my ass to drip with your come later “ and begin riding him in earnest. I ride him , gliding up and sinking down, stretching my pussy to fit him, and begin to stroke my clit as I do. My orgasm sneaks up on me and I come hard, slowing to a halt with him inside me. The body below me is covered in a sheen of sweat and now there is only one emotion in his eyes. Need. I clamber off his lap, remove my plug and coat every inch of his length with lube. Losing myself in watching his face as I play. Until he tenses up again. I remount him, I sink down , angling his cock and pressing it slowly into my ass. The friction feels so good, and I slide down, taking all of him, he’s big and I feel so full and complete. I enthusiastically use his body to give myself pleasure, riding him hard and fast. I close my eyes, lean my head back as my body arched and I take in every sensation from where our bodies are connected. I moan and chatter nonsensically. I tell him how good he makes me feel, how full i am, how amazing his cock is, how I want him to fill my ass up with his come. I feel myself getting close, and begin playing with my clit with one hand while I fuck him, I’m riding quickly to the crest and it’s about to break. I look into his eyes, green pools of heat, and he does something I never expected but should have. In the steely, authoritative voice he only uses when he’s Sir, he growls “ Come for me “ , and I fly apart at the command as he pulses within me, filling my ass with his essence.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i9ho0c/when_predators_volunteer_as_prey