“I’m not running, Rico. Not unless you want me to.”
“I don’t want you to.” The words rush out of me. Raw and fresh. Exposed and bleeding.
“Then I won’t,” she assures me softly. It’s uncharacteristic of me to believe her yet I do. All rational thought and facts surrounding our situation be damned.
Crossing the room I set the knife down on the nightstand. She doesn’t even question why I brought it. Her now blind trust in me pleases me to no end.
I present the rope to her, wanting her to become comfortable with the material. Tentatively she reaches her hand out and glides the pads of her fingers along the rope. “It’s smooth,” she whispers.
“I would never hurt you.” Her eyes flick to mine and I amend my statement. “Never intentionally.”
“I know.”
Satisfaction fills me. “Turn around,” I order gently and she adheres to my command. “I’m going to place your hands in position behind your back. Tell me if it brings you any discomfort. If it does, I'll stop immediately.”
“Okay,” she breathes.
I place her arms behind her back and bring her hands into a prayer position. Then I rest them against her shoulder blades. “Any discomfort yet?”
“A little,” she says tightly.
“I’ll modify it for you. Thank you for your honesty.” I lean down and press a kiss against the nape of her neck. A shiver sluices down her spine.
An accessible variation to the classic reverse prayer is the downward reverse prayer. With practice and correct stretching she’ll be able to achieve the classic. It can be something we work towards. Among very others.
Repositioning her hands I maneuver her palms against each other and place them against her lower back. “And now?”
She smiles over her shoulder. “Much better.”
“Good. I’m going to begin restraining your wrists now. Then I will bind your arms.”
She’s patient throughout the whole process. Shudders of anticipation ripple down her body. As I finish each and every knot I plant kisses across her back.
When I’m done she’s breathless and her skin is flushed.
I turn her towards me. Her eyes meet mine, pupils swallowing them whole.
“On your knees.” My voice has taken on a husky tone. She eases herself to her knees. I press closer and fist my cock in my hand. I probe the tip at her lips. Her tongue peeks out and swipes at the pre-cum.
“You want to choke on my cock, gazzella?”
“Yes, please.”
I pry her lips open with my cock and slide the first inch in. Fuck, she feels incredible already. I wind her braid in my hand for leverage and tug. Her head falls slightly backwards.
“You’re a vision,” I praise. Her eyes glitter. “I’m going to fuck your throat now.”
I drive my hips and shove my cock to the halfway point. Saliva pools around my cock as she struggles to take me. I give her a moment before I drive the rest of the way in. She gags. Her eyes water. But her thighs press tighter. I bet with all the money I have if I cup her sex she’ll soak my hand.
I snap my hips back to allow her a moment of reprieve. The moment she regains breath I drive all the way forward. Tears fall from her eyes and contradictory to how I’m abusing her throat I swipe them away with my thumb gently. I take my thumb and taste her tears. Just as sweet as her cunt.
As I set a brutal pace she sucks me with renewed vigor. She’s a beautiful mess of tears, gags and spit. Her hot mouth feels glorious and her suctioning has me driving even farther down her throat. I place my hand around her delicate neck and I can feel my cock.
A tingle hits at the base of my spine. I’m so close to coming down her pretty little throat.
The sounds of her needy moans and gags does me in. I release spurts and ropes of come. So much that it leaks out of her mouth.
Cock now flaccid, it slips out of her mouth. I collect the remaining droplets and force them in her mouth. She licks at my fingers and swallows it.
