Slowly, he dragged the object upwards on my other leg in a slow motion. It left a tickling sensation behind its path.
He moved the object up my hips, over my ribs, and straight to one breast. I couldn’t help but look and saw the end of a makeup brush as he swirled the end around one my nipples, causing them to harden.
After a moment, he moved to the next breast, doing the same thing.
“Are you wet? I bet you are,” he breathed out, his breath washing over my face as he kneeled on the bed beside me.
Leaning over me after dropping the makeup brush, he dipped his finger into my inner core, just barely to see how very wet I was.
I wanted more.Neededmore.
“Hmm,” he hummed, sucking his finger as I raised my head to meet his heated gaze.
My mouth fell open in an O as he pulled his finger away.
“I think we would put that mouth to work, don’t you?” he asked as he stood back on the floor, his hard cock right there in front of me.
Testing, I stuck my tongue out, swiping some of the pre-cum off his tip. He bucked into me, not expecting me to do what I just did.
“Take it all,” he growled out in a lust filled voice.
I didn’t protest, wrapping my mouth firmly around his cock. He slowly pushed into my warm mouth inch by inch. He stopped when I began to gag, pulling back just a bit. He was long and thick, and there was just no possible way I could fit all of him into my mouth.
“So freaking good,” he grunted out, holding himself back from pushing into me too hard. It wouldn’t take much to knock me over.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I swallowed around him. He groaned out in his throat, and it went straight to my core.
I love making him moan, probably just as much as he loved it when I did the same thing.
“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling out of my mouth with a pop. I pouted at him as he struggled to contain his own need. I wasn’t a fan of the taste of him in my mouth, but I loved giving him pleasure. Loved seeing him come undone and let down all those barriers he had up.
“If you keep that up, I’ll just fuck your mouth and you won’t get to cum,” he whispered.
I simply looked at him while ducking my head. I was sure he wouldn’t leave me hanging. He hadn’t yet.
“Lay on your back,” he said after a moment. “Because if you stay like you are, I won’t be lasting long. And I’m not done playing yet.”
With wide eyes, I did as he said. I lay there on my back, arms at my sides and watched him take a few pieces of dark, red rope from his side nightstand.
“These ropes are extremely soft, like fleece almost. They won’t leave marks on your skin, unless you fight the restraints,” he explained. “My favorite ones.”
He waited a moment, giving me time to say my safe word. I didn’t. I wanted whatever he had planned.
“I’m going to tie your hands to the headboard and your feet to the end, one on each side,” he said right before he started tying down my left foot. “You’ll be able to move an inch or two, but that will be it. You’ll be tied and spread, at my mercy.”
His eyes darkened even further as he let his inner Dom out to play. I wondered how long it had been for him since he had played last.
I remained quiet as he gently tied a loop around each ankle and tied the long red rope around the end of the bed. Of course, I tested the bond and found I could move just enough if needed.
Next, he lifted both of my hands, tying them together with the same type of rope before pulling them up above my head to the headboard.
He then stood back, admiring me from head to toe. Just his attention like that made me crave him, wet for only him.
Slowly, he crawled up the bed, flinging one leg over my hips. He sat there, propped up on his knees, seeming to debate what to do next. I just wanted him to touch me. Anywhere. I didn’t care.
Was he teasingme, now?
Using his hands, he took my breasts into his palms, letting the weight lay against his palms. He smirked, knowing I wanted more. More of him, more of his touch.
