I lay in your bed as you take one wrist at a time and tie them around each post. The left first, you wrap the soft yarn-like rope around my wrist and move it up. Your chest moves across my face, and your smell has me panting more. I want to lick and kiss your nipples so bad, but I am learning and don’t want to disappoint sir. Now the right, each touch against my skin from you feels like electricity. I can feel it go down from my hand, to my chest and straight down to my now dripping pussy.
You straddle my hips and look down at me. I’ve never seen such an intense look in a man’s face before. Your eyebrows furrowed, your light brown eyes were almost gleaming, I can tell in the way that you’re breathing you are trying to contain yourself. Finally, after what seems like hours, you speak.
“Remember the safeword, darling?” I smile and nod my head yes. You reach across me, dragging your fingers lightly across my stomach, across my right boob, my nipple protrudes begging to be played with, but you ignore it continuing your journey, up my arm to the knot. You pull the rope, tighter, I can feel it biting into my wrist bone. I look up at you, trying to get eye contact, confused by this punishment. You look down, smile and lean your face down, your lips hovering over mine. I can smell the mint toothpaste on your breath as you say- “When sir asks you a question- you respond with words, understand me?” I look at you, and whisper “Yes, sir.” “Good slut” you say. No one has ever called me that in my life, at least not to my face, but hearing them come from you, feeling vulnerable and naked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment.
You lean down and kiss me, hard. Biting my bottom lip, taking my tongue into your mouth, sucking it like it was my clit, like you were trying to make me orgasm out of my mouth. I tried my very best not to moan, to not move my hips up and meet yours, I felt a desire, no not desire- a need, to feel you. I moved my arms almost in involuntarily towards you. You stop kissing me and my heart stops. “Oh shit, I wasn’t supposed to do that ” I think to myself. I look up at you, your demeanor changing, something comes over me, I remember who I am. “If I’m getting in trouble I’m going to make it worth it.” I start kissing up to your shoulder, up to your neck. I feel your body relax and hear you moan as I suck on your neck and earlobes. I remember us talking about how sensitive your neck is and how much you love when you’re kissed there. I continue sucking, attempting my best to leave my mark, when all of a sudden you growl, tell me no and push my chest down against the bed. ” You want to leave your mark on me huh? Well, how about if I leave mine on you first?!” In one swift move you turn me over on my stomach and smack my left ass cheek, hard. I yelp and move my ass instinctively. You grab my hips and in another motion smack the other side. “Now you’re going to have my marks on your ass, and maybe even in it, if you’re lucky!” I moan with each smack, my pussy feeling like it might explode I’m so turned on.
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