“Fuck, such a goddess,” he says, with an appreciative look at my naked form bathed in the moonlight, my perky breasts and erect nipples holding his gaze for a few seconds before he gets back to work. He places my hands over my head so they touch the headboard. My fingers trace the headboard’s ornate floral designs as he binds my hands to the posts with his belt.
As he’s tying my hands, the tie dangling over my face, I bite it to draw him closer.
“Oh, you want this? Take it then,” he says as he removes his tie. I reach for it with my teeth but he moves it further up, beyond their reach. “You won’t decide how to use it.” Drawing the tie taut, he lowers it over my eyes and ties it gently but firmly behind my head. Now my other senses become hyperactivated; I can only smell the soft silk of the tie and feel his short breaths above me. I feel my ankles being pushed down and spread out towards the corners of the bed, then bound by some stretchy but strong fabric. I’m now fully helpless, so ready to give in to what’s in store. He draws his lips closer to me and I search for them with mine, but he draws away at the last second.
“Let’s try something else,” I hear him whisper as he clambers off the bed. For a few seconds I’m alone on the bed, completely naked except for my suede booties. I lick my lips in anticipation. I hear the clink of ice cubes in a glass and the pouring of a drink. He sits back on top of me, with the glass nearby. I’m quite thirsty. As if reading my mind, I feel two drops of cold water on my lips. Then I feel intense cold right at the hollow of my neck. He’s dragging the ice down my body slowly. I gasp as he circles it around each of my breasts; I feel the ice quickly melting against my hot body. He goes down even further, past my belly button and down further. I draw a sharp breath and spasm involuntarily as it touches my clit. Still moving the ice in circles, he starts working on my breasts with his tongue, cupping each one with his fingertips and urging it deeper into his mouth as his tongue laps at each rigid tip. I remember the last guy who spent an hour just playing with them and made me come…fuck. Thinking of a different set of hot lips on me as I enjoy the current ones makes me feel so naughty and turned on.
Wave after wave of pleasure hits me. After a while, my senses heightened as they are, I can’t quite differentiate between his warm, wet tongue on my nipples and his cold, soft fingers on my clit. Or is it the other way around? My arms being restrained, I have no way of knowing where his head is placed. I feel his fingers (or tongue?) go between my lips down below, penetrating into the sweet, dark depths. Lapping up everything I’m producing. Fuck, that’s hot! I’m so close… but then he stops.
I feel him move farther up so he’s over my chest. My lips welcome the tip of his hard cock. I lick my lips and draw him in. I really was so thirsty. He starts pressing in slightly deeper. His toned ass tightens against my breasts with every thrust. I wish I could grab it, but he’s done too good a job of tying my hands.
I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, the tension building between my legs as they strain against the bed. I have a fleeting regret that I’ll be spoiling these beautiful sheets. Fairly certain the thread count is in the thousands. Ah, well. It’s for a good cause; the pleasure is overwhelming.
I feel his cock pulsating in my mouth, but at the last minute he withdraws it. “Are you ready?” he asks. I nod, as a tiny whimper escapes my lips. He lowers himself, holding my waist down as he guides his cock in between my legs. I feel it slowly filling me up…first the tip, then a bit more each time, each thrust going slightly deeper. The waves suddenly break through and I jerk under him, coming harder with each push as I feel his warm breath on my neck. I moan louder as I feel him explode inside me, feeling even more gushing warmth between my legs, as he keeps pushing over and over again, until he is at last still.
We lay there silently, panting, feeling the cum drip onto the pristine hotel bed sheets. I certainly won’t be cleaning up these sheets alone. He unties his silk tie, allowing me to see the results of our encounter. I look down and see my ankles tied by–what–my stockings! How dare he use my own clothes against me!
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