“Close your eyes and just relax.” I tell you softly.
You lie back on the bed, naked, skin still moist from the hot shower we just finished. You’re tingling all over, whether it was from the blissful scrubbing I gave you or the feel of my hands on your slick body or the anticipation, you can’t tell.
I smile sweetly as I reach down and retrieve the rope from the side of the bed. I lift your hand and slip the knot around your wrist. Your eyes fly open in surprise, words of protest already forming on your lips. “I’m no submissive, sweetheart.” You begin with a tinge of panic.
I stroke your face gently and lean in close to brush your lips with mine. “Don’t worry,” I reassure you, “This isn’t about submission, it’s about enjoying the gift of pleasure.” As I speak, I gently tighten the knot around your wrist, just as one would slip a leash on a wary stray dog. You look at me long and hard, asking yourself if you really want to do this. After all, you don’t know me that well. Part of you is curious, part of you is wary, but all of you is aroused so you relent and lie back again.
I reach for your other hand and repeat the action. You are restrained but there is enough play in the rope to allow you to move your hands, though your range of motion is limited.
I reach for the remote and click the CD player on. In the background you hear the sweeping, sensual notes of a song you don’t recognize. I lean in close again and the scent of my skin fills your senses. My lips taste yours, sweeping across your mouth slowly, savoring you. They continue to your jaw and down your throat, up the side of your neck near your ear. My breasts are brushing your chest, nipples tracing your skin. “Close your eyes.” I whisper in a low voice. You shut your eyes. “Relax your body.” I instruct. You do your best under the circumstances.
I break contact with your body and there is a long pause. You resist the temptation to peek and see what is going on. The answer comes quickly as you feel my fingers gliding over the lengthening shaft of your growing cock. I touch you softly, tracing my fingertip over the ridge of your head, teasing the opening at the tip. Your breath catches in the back of your throat as you feel the tip of my tongue follow the same path that my finger did. With tiny flicks, I whip your head with my tongue, spreading moisture over your skin and sensual delight throughout your body.
My other hand is reaching for your balls, stroking them lovingly, cupping them while my thumb rolls across the soft skin. My mouth can’t resist and I have to kiss you there at the soft, sweet junction between your balls and ass. The feel of my lips against you makes your cock twitch in my hand and you breathe out a sigh. The tension has left your body, leaving no trace of anxiety behind. Now you are filled with a new tension…a delicious tension whose release you eagerly anticipate.
My tongue returns to your cock, now rigid in my palm, and I lick your head. I make small circles around the opening at the tip, poking my tongue down inside and tasting you. I relish your flavor. You begin to squirm as your desire grows. You want to feel my mouth all around you, not just teasing your head. I lick down the shaft, dragging out the torture for a moment longer before coming back and engulfing your cock in my hot mouth. You gasp at the sensation, muscles contracting involuntarily. I see your hands pull at your tethers, trying to reach for me without success.
I run my wet finger down your crack. As my mouth moves slowly up and down your shaft my finger begins tracing your ass, teasing it with gentle pressure. My tongue is sweeping up the underside of your head, running along the seam in broad strokes. Your breathing is fast and shallow now, your legs tense, hips thrusting forward against my mouth. I take you in deeper, to the back of my throat, increasing both the rhythm of my mouth and pressure of my finger below it. I can feel you shaking, knowing all the foreplay in the shower has left you teetering on the brink. The way my mouth is working you now, fast and deep, sucking and fingering you, is not helping matters.
You groan, pulling against the restraints with growing frustration. The urge to grab my head and ram your cock into my mouth is burning you alive. You jerk savagely against the restraints, cursing them out loud before telling me how fucking good that feels. I know it does. Your swollen, red, straining cock is showing me exactly how good it feels.
I can’t believe how wet I’m getting. The feel of your hardness in my mouth, pressing against the back of my throat, is driving me insane. I want to fuck you so badly I can barely restrain myself.
I pull back, licking down your shaft and sucking you balls once more before driving my tongue against your ass. As my tongue writes wicked sentences of lust against your ass my hand is sliding up and down your shaft. Fingers sweeping over your head, gripping you tight as you thrust up against me, mindless with passion.
I can feel your orgasm coming. You are going to explode. I wait until the last second before I pull my tongue away from your pulsating ass and swallow your cock again. You cry out like an animal, jerking your hips up against my face as you fill my mouth with cum. Hot sticky streams of it. You paint the inside of my mouth and throat with your juice as spasms seize you. You shake and grunt, muscles clenched and hands pulling taut against the ropes as your orgasm obliterates you. As the spasms subside, I lick you clean.
I sit back with a smile, wiping saliva from my chin and admiring the beauty of your face, so perfectly relaxed and content. Your eyes are still shut and a blissful smile hovers on your mouth.
Suddenly, your eyes pop open and you growl, “Untie me. It’s time for my revenge.”
Your words cause the moisture to leak down my thighs and I reach for the ropes…
Originally posted on February 21, 2013 – Copyright 2013 CJ Riordan