The First Time I Tied Her Up [MF]

“Too tight?” I whisper, pulling the strap through the buckle.

“Depends what you’re going for,” you laugh, sounding more nervous and unsure than I’ve ever heard you in the bedroom.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to” I say, kneeling beside the bed.

“I want to try it,” you whisper back, turning your head to look me in the eye. “I want to see what you’d do to me if you could do anything you want.”

“I already do pretty much anything I want to you,” I say, standing up and smiling down at you laying completely naked on the bed. Your hands are above your head, wrists wrapped in leather straps, both securely tied to the headboard, hands fidgeting with the straps. “Are you sure they’re not too tight?”

“I don’t know. How tight are they supposed to be?”

“Can you free your hands if you wanted to?”

“I don’t think so,” you say, giving a few tugs.

“Then they’re tight enough,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss you softly on the forehead. I stand up and run my finger gently down the side of your cheek, curving under your chin and riding down your neck, tracing your collar bone out to your shoulder, then quickly all the way up your arm until I reach the leather around your wrist. You shiver a little and I see goosebumps on your arms as my finger leaves your skin. “Oh, this is going to be very fun,” I whisper to myself.

I stand up, already feeling my cock getting hard, pressing against my jeans. My eyes trace from your wrists all the way down to your toes and back up again, watching your nipples harden, every part of you completely exposed. You bite your bottom lip as we lock eyes. “Anything?” I ask.

I watch that familiar naughty grin wash over your face, and you blink those big, beautiful eyes a few times before whispering, “Anything. Absolutely anything.”

I smile and nod, putting my hand on your thigh and dragging my fingertips down your leg as I walk to the bottom of the bed, your eyes following me the entire time. When I reach your toes, you watch me bend down and grab something from under the bed. As I stand up you feel the leather wrap around your ankle, tightening with a *snap*.

“What the fuck,” I hear you whisper to yourself. “Did you have those hidden down there?” My hands are on your other foot, lifting it gently, wrapping your ankle.

“Yes,” I smile, just before you hear another loud *snap*. You feel your legs pulled towards the bottom of the bed, spreading your legs until the straps are taut. I walk around to the other side of the bed, fingertips lightly running up your body, stopping just below your breast. I kneel down and lean in, whispering in your ear. “Too much?”

You close your eyes and shake your head. “No.”

“Good,” I say, kissing your cheek and standing up. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. I reach down, and run my thumb across your lips. You open your eyes and raise your head a little, chasing my finger as I run it down your chin, quickly sliding down your neck, between your breasts, down the center of your belly, stopping suddenly less, than an inch before your clit. I hear a deep inhale and then you’re still, waiting, my finger barely touching you. I let you hold your breath a few moments, before pulling my hand away and taking a step back, watching your hips fall back onto the table as you let out a frustrated exhale, closing your eyes.

“Fuck you,” you smile, shaking your head, as I pull off my belt and unbutton my pants, letting them fall to the floor before taking a step forward.

“What do you want?” I whisper.

“I want your hands on me,” you say, opening your eyes to look up at me.

I pause for a moment. “No,” I say. I grab the waistline of my boxers and drop them at my feet. My hand tightly grips the base of my cock, small strokes making it throb just above your face. I get on the bed and throw one leg over your chest, the head of my cock just above your mouth. My hand guides it down onto your lips. “Open for me, baby.” I say, watching your lips part, your tongue darting out to tease the tip, making it jump. I moan, pushing further, the head of my cock riding the roof of your mouth all the way back until it hits the back of your throat. I feel you choke and I push just a little deeper before pulling out and letting your catch your breath.

“You’re fun,” I say, smiling as I push my cock back into your mouth just as you start to reply. In and out, gently bouncing on your chest, pushing the head of my cock past your lips, feeling your tongue running circles as I slide back out. Without warning I pull away from your mouth, pushing myself down your body, gently biting your nipple, kissing down your belly, taking a deep breath in as my mouth stops just above your pussy. You lift your hips, trying to find my mouth, but I pull back and look up at you, your head thrown back, mouth just barely open, taking short shallow breaths.

“Please,” I see you silently mouth.

“What?”

Your eyes shoot open, locking on mine. “Please,” you say, just barely audible.

“Please what?”

“Please, I need you.”

“Need me to what,” I say, feigning frustration.

“I need you to taste me, I need to feel you,” you whisper in between short breaths.

“You can do better than that, baby,” I say, pulling away a few more inches.

“Please. Please, I need to feel your tongue inside me, baby.” You’re talking louder now, some mixture of frustration and desperation.

“Baby, no, ” I say, slowly leaning forward, stopping just when I can see my breath moving the hair on your pussy. “I want to hear you say,” I whisper, darting my tongue onto your clit for the briefest of moments, “exactly what we both know want to say.”

The silence lingers for a moment as you hold your breath, your body quivering, holding your hips off the bed. “Please.” Another silence. “Please, daddy. Please. Bury your fucking face between my legs. I want your fingers too. Your whole fucking hand. Fill me up. All the fucking way.” As I listen to those perfect words roll off your tongue, I lift my hand to my face, pushing four fingers into my mouth. “I want to see your face covered in my cum and your hand buried wrist deep inside me, daddy. Make me do shit you only see in the movies, tie me up and make me the kind of whore you’ve always wanted. Use every inch of me…”

Without warning I pull my fingers out of my mouth, pushing directly inside you. I hear your dirty talk turn into a scream, your back arching. I press my tongue firmly onto your clit, moving my head back and forth, feeling you soak my beard, dripping down my neck. All four of my fingers disappear inside you, small motions of my hand working my knuckles deeper and deeper into you. I flick my fingers and feel that familiar rush around my fingers as your scream grows even louder. I feel you start to squirt, but my hand and mouth leave it nowhere to go, and it takes several moments before it starts pouring from around my hand, splashing into my mouth, my tongue still planted on your clit, furiously shaking my head back and forth. I continue flicking my fingers until I feel your hips relax, and feel the last rush of your cum dripping down my beard onto the bed. I pull away for a moment before slowly licking from your ass to your clit, pressing my tongue into you, trying to taste as much of you as possible.

(to be continued… maybe)

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