He sat and ran a hand along the pile of chains.“How do you want it?” He lifted one and looked me over, his eyes lingering between my thighs.
“I dunno. I’ve never done this before,” I admitted.“I guess however you want.”
He leaned forward and kissed me instead of replying. I lifted a hand to his cheek and kissed back. He reached around my back and unhooked my bra, pulling off the very last article of clothing between us without breaking the kiss. He tossed it aside and pushed me on my back, deepening the kiss as he pulled my legs up on either side. He took hold of my wrists and moved them up—it wasn’t until I heard the clang and felt cold metal that I realized he was tying them together. He climbed off me and walked around the coffin, going to the other side.
“This feels weird,” I said, wiggling my fingers.
“But it looks fun.” He smirked down at me and I averted my eyes, suddenly feeling nervous.
He jerked the chains tighter and fastened them to a handle near the top of the coffin, making it virtually impossible to move my arms. He went to the other side and picked up more chains, then kneeled between my legs. He chained my right leg to a handle on the far right side, then wrapped it around my ankle and calf a few times before securing the end. He did the same with my left leg. Once he was finished, I peered down at myself as best I could.
“Are you done?” I asked quietly. I’d never been so exposed in my life, but I’d also never been so turned on. At this point, I was soaking wet.
“You wanna check them and make sure they’re okay?” He leaned against the lifted lid of the coffin.
I tried to move my arms but they wouldn’t budge. I tried harder the second time, but I couldn’t even bend an elbow. I tried my legs and they were exactly the same.“I can’t move at all,” I said. Not even an inch.
“Are you sure?” He watched as I continued to struggle.“Keep trying.”
“There’s no way I can get out of this.” My boobs were jiggling with the effort, but not much else could move.
“Perfect.” He pushed away from the coffin and tightened one of the chains.“This is still consensual, right?”
“Yes, it’s consensual. You’ll still back off if it’s too much, right?”
“Of course.” His voice held no trace of doubt, nor did it sound playfully deceitful like it normally would.
He walked around the coffin while his eyes assessed me, like he was trying to determine my endurance or just how far he should go. It was the same creepy way he always watched me, but under these circumstances, it had an all new meaning. He smiled as I tested the chains again, exerting all my strength in an attempt to break free. I didn’t go anywhere. It was like I hadn’t even tried.
“You’re still sure this is what you want?” he asked softly.
“I’m sure.” I watched as he rolled on a condom, then came to sit beside me.
His eyes lingered on my exposed chest, then slowly moved down my body.“You know those reactions I love?” he asked, finally raising his eyes to mine. I nodded as his hand trailed down my stomach.“I wanna see how many I can get.” He slipped a finger between my thighs, smiling at my reaction to the touch.
“This isn’t about pain, is it?”
He laughed and shook his head.“It’s all about seeing you do this.” He rubbed my clit, moving his fingers in steady circles for a few seconds until I started to squirm.“Except you only get to,” he slowed down, then stopped,“whenIwant you to.”
I bit my lip, holding back a sigh. His fingers were tracing up and down, playing with my wetness. Teasing so much that the itch was actually becoming painful.
“Dennis…”
“Vixen…” he mocked, swirling a finger around my clit. He flicked my ring and I whimpered.“Are you having fun?”
“No.”
“Well I am.” He pushed two fingers inside.
My back arched as they curved and twisted, moving against what I could only imagine was my g-spot because being fingered had never felt so good. They moved rhythmically, his thumb rubbing the barbell on my piercing at the same time. I closed my eyes—I could hear the sounds of my wetness, my labored breathing, my rising moans. My legs quivered and I was just starting to get close when he stopped.
“Dennis!”
“Yes?” He pulled his fingers out and licked them, smirking as his eyes fell on me.
“I did not agree to this,” I said angrily.“I’m not a button you can turn on and off!”
“This is what you agreed to, isn’t it?” he asked, running a finger through my juices, up my stomach, past my chest. He pushed two fingers in my mouth. “You like the taste of your pussy?” he asked. I ‘mmph’ed and nodded. “Me too.” He pulled them out and smacked my cheek.
