Her thoughts swirled around vision she had of herself laying naked in his beds, her milky white thighs pressed tightly against his cheeks as his tongue lapped at her tender nub.
“Deeper,” she heard herself cry out, although she wasn’t aware that she had even spoken. “I won’t to feel you inside me. I want you to claim me.”
“And I will.” He answered as he sat up on his knees, reaching under the bed for something. Only after her budding orgasm released its hold on her did she see what it was he was holding–a pair of pink, leather handcuffs, each with a metal loop for some kind of restraint.
She felt her heart thump hard in her chest, like a car going over a speed bump too fast. Twisting around, she looked at the headboard of his bed where she spied more restraints–presumably for her hands–and chains with ends that would latch on to the ankle restraints.
“Are you game?” He asked, wrapping one of the ankles restraints over her skin, but not latching it.
Biting her lip, she nodded her head yes, her body shuttering as the first of many beads of nectar dripped out from the cleft between her legs.
She had never been tied up before, but as she watch him connect the last leg restraint and then shifted up towards her head to connect her wrists restraints, she realized it was something she had always wanted to try.
“Are we going to need a safe word?” She asked playfully.
“How about hubbagaloo?”
She giggled as she nodded her head.
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