I have my long, dark brown hair in a high ponytail, and I couldn’t have chosen it better for the occasion.
I watch her as I lean my arms on the backrest of the couch and let her wait. I could do so forever.
Finally, I walk around the couch and take the strap-on with me.
“Lick me,” I tell her as I sit down on the couch in front of her, legs spread.
She does as told. And the moment she does, I throw my head back. I don’t let her please me that often, because I enjoy myself most when I please her, but today, I want her to make me come.
It’s hard leaning forward while having your hands tied up, so I lean onto my arms and push myself forward.
“Hold still,” I order as I bring one leg around her and pull her into me. Her head falls back from the force, and I rub my clit against the throat she bears me.
We both gasp because the little experiment turns us both on.
I rub faster and more valiantly, not letting go of her. My clit pulsates, and release spreads through me.
I stop. And before she can move or do anything else, I snap into my dominant self. I don’t need to ride out my orgasm. What I need is for her to scream my name ten times in a row.
I climb onto the couch and slide a rope through the hooks. There might be some tech to lower them, from the looks of it, but it takes too long to find out.
“Get up,” I tell her, and she does so immediately.
I knot the rope with the one in her hands so I can adjust the range of motion.
And then I slap her ass, without warning.
She squeals as she stands fixed.
“Hang onto the ropes,” I tell her and move her back, until she arches for me.
A breathtaking view.
I slowly step behind her and open her legs with mine.
Fuck me, what a view.
I take the knife.
Its blade presses into the skin on the back of her thigh, and she moans.
Blood appears. I didn’t cut too deep, just deep enough so I can lick the blood off her thigh.
The metallic taste in my mouth, mhhh.
“Oh gods,” she moans out, I know how much she loves it, and I am all in for unhinged kinks. I repeat the cutting five more times.
Her body trembles in anticipation, and every time my tongue licks over her, she bends further into the ropes.
I step back to take in my work. It takes all my control not to bring my hand between her legs and touch her, and I fail monumentally.
My hand searches her clit, and I slap it several times.
“I am going to fuck you now,” I tell her. I can’t control myself anymore.
She moans in confirmation.
I strap in and spit on the strap-on before I enter her without another warning.
