She’s completely spread open and at my mercy now.
“Ash, what are you-,” she starts to ask, but I press a finger to her lips.
“Sshh now,” I say. “I don’t think you’re ready for a gag yet, so I need you to be a good girl and stay quiet for me, alright?”
Her eyes widen at the mention of the gag, but she nods and watches me. I take a moment to look at her splayed out, ready for me to do whatever I want.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, and she nods again.
My cock is hard already, but it’s her turn to come before I fuck her. I get on my knees between her legs and pull her breast out of her bra. Her nipples are relatively small for the size of her breasts, but they’re the perfect shade of rosy pink. They’re peaked already, but I intend to get them harder and more swollen.
Gray cries out as I close my mouth over the nipple and begin to suck hard. She’s trying to be quiet as she squirms in the chair, but she can’t manage it. Her stifled noises are even better than a gag, and I grow harder.
I switch to her other breast as I thumb her clit, and she starts falling apart at the seams already as she fights against the restraints that hold her fast. It’s so God damn hot.
I’m not sure why her body is so responsive, but I intend to take full advantage and see how many orgasms I can give her.
I pull away from her breast and lower my head between her legs. She cries out and her hips thrust up as my mouth closes over her clit to suck on it. I put my tongue to work licking every part of her sweet, needy pussy, and she screams as I plunge my tongue into her cunt. I have to press her hips down to keep her from bowing off the chair, but her bucking onlyarouses me more.
“Ash! Please!” she yells, and I feel her pussy start to pulse. I double down as I push two fingers inside her and curl them up as my tongue flicks against her clit.
She comes a second later, and I can barely hold her in place as she throws her head back against the chair with a cry and tries to clamp her legs shut. The strap holds them open, and I continue to lap at her pussy as her body eases with the last throes of her climax.
“Good girl,” I say as I look up at her from between her legs. “I bet you have another one in you, though.”
Her eyes fly open wide. “What?”
“You’re going to come for me again before I fuck you,” I tell her.
She shakes her head frantically. “Ash, no! I can’t,” she says.
“You can and you will,” I tell her. I dip my head down and run my tongue all the way up the length of her pussy. “Unless you have something specific to say about that?” I challenge.
I meet her eyes. She knows what I mean, but I see the defiance in her expression. She doesn’t want to red light me our first time doing this. I don’t plan to push her too much, but she’s nowhere near her limit yet.
I dip my head between her legs again, and Gray groans as my mouth begins to work. She writhes and whimpers beneath me as I push her unrelentingly toward another orgasm, this time working the plug in her ass as well. It’s only a few minutes more before her body shudders with the pleasure of a second release.
Her cry of satisfaction is long and languid this time. I always love the sound of a woman coming under my tongue, but with Gray, that sound is nothing short of Mozart.
I ease back to sit on my heels as Gray pants in the chair, and I take a moment to enjoy the sight of her rapture. Strands of hair stick to her temples, and her cheeks are flushed beautifully as her mouth hangs open, lips red and wet.
I stand and undo the straps from her legs before untying her hands.Her arms fall limp at her sides, and I chuckle as she goes boneless.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I say as I lift her in my arms and carry her to the bed. “We have to work on your stamina. I’m just getting started.”
I lay her down on the bed before going around to take the box off it. There’s so much I want to do to her, so far I want to push her body, but if I try to do too much too soon, I may put her off. I’m already pushing things farther than I should for a first experience, but her little schoolgirl schtick snapped something inside me. I need to fuck her, so she needs to hang on a little longer.
I work slowly as I pull the restraints up from the corners of the bed, giving her time to rest. She watches me as I go but remains quiet.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that sometimes the women who enjoy bondage are the ones you’d least expect to like it.
Take that VP of the big insurance firm I dated once. She was the epitome of the poised corporate type, a ‘barracuda in the boardroom,’ from what her colleagues said of her. She was always in control, always one step ahead of everyone else in her job.
When I got her into the bedroom, though, she became the perfect submissive, obeying commands immediately and doing whatever I asked.
I learned eventually it was her way of relaxing. In real life, she always had to be ‘on,’ always had to be the one calling the shots, and it occurred to me one day she found it exhausting. When she stepped into the bedroom with me, she could let all of that go. She could hand over complete control to someone else and revel in the freedom of letting them make decisions for a while without it affecting her life or career.
With Gray, it’s not quite the same thing, but I suspect it’s similar. Gray is an academic, a scholar and a researcher, but I’ve learned she overthinks and over analyzes, and I see the stress it puts on her.
