“Of course,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “Norunning?”
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, looking shy. “I opened the bag under your bed.”
Oh.
Oh!
I’d nearly forgotten about the bag.
I left to retrieve it, and by the time I made it back, she was in her bra and panties.
Black. Lace.See-through.
“Av…” I murmured, enamored by the view of her body.
“You like it?” she asked, looking nervous.
“Fucking love it,” I said. I pushed her onto the bed, dropping the bag beside her. “What excites you most in there?” I asked, pointing at the bag.
She was breathing hard, looking at me before opening the bag to search. A moment later, she was pulling out a small box.
“I was hoping you’d choose that,” I told her with a grin.
“Why?” She looked hesitant, worried the sight of the toy had excited me this much.
I leaned over her, forcing her to fall back, and kissed her neck. “Because that little toy, that little rose, is going to make you squirt all over the bed for me.”
“What? No! I changed my mind. Let me pick a different one.” She tried to sit up, but I didn’t budge.
“You don’t get to change your mind.” My voice was dripping with desire, need settling in my cock, hardening it past what was comfortable.
I grabbed the toy from her hand, set it aside, and retrieved a bundle of rope from the bag. She was breathing steadily as I positioned her in the middle of the bed. I tied her wrists together and then to the headboard.
“Do you trust me?” I asked her, pressing a kiss to her lips.
Her head bobbed. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
I grabbed a small ball gag from the bag, put it in her mouth—which she accepted like the willing little toy we both knew her to be—and buckled it behind her head.
Her eyes were wide, a tantalizing fear in them, unsure of what she was in for as she submitted to me entirely, allowing herself to be totally vulnerable and at my mercy.
I didn’t speak as I worked with another rope to tie a single column on her ankle before pushing the heel of her foot to her ass, squeezing her leg and looping the rest of the rope around her leg then tying it back down to her ankle to secure it.
I repeated the same thing on the other side.
The futomomo.
She wriggled, but there wasn’t much moving she could do like this.
“You’re already a whimpering mess,” I teased as I ran my hand over her lace-covered core, making her hips move to meet me. “God, I’m barely touching you, and you’re already needy for more.” I ran my hands up to her breasts, pushing her bra up to free them. “By the time I’m done with you tonight, you’ll be a cute little puddle.”
Her breath hitched, and she pulled at the rope, stretching her arms above her head, and squeezed her thighs around me. She already looked a mess—cheeks flushed, eyes wide, chest moving rapidly like she couldn’t get enough air.
I pulled the rose toy from the box and held it up for her to see. She squirmed as she stared at it. I pulled a knife from the bag and cut her underwear off, barely missing her pussy with the blade. Then, I pressed the power button, smiling when it hummed to life. Her hips jerked as I ran the vibrating toy down one of her inner thighs.
She let out a strangled moan, and her body bucked when I pointed the top of the toy at her clit, letting it suck her in, stimulating her sensitive nub. I watched her melt in seconds.
