Taking my finger into her mouth, she draws it in, wraps her lips around it, and strokes it with her tongue and holds my hand with both of hers as she pulls her head back. Wrapping my other hand around her neck, I pull her to me and crush her mouth with mine. Our tongues twist and caress with an urgent, fiery need. She moans softly into my mouth and leans her supple body into mine.
Pulling away from her with the strength of a thousand men, I walk slowly around her while she stands still. Her long, reddish-brown hair cascades down her back in gorgeous wavy curls. Pulling the strings on both hips, her thong drops to the floor. I wrap one hand around her hair and tug on it, bending her neck backward as I run my finger down the center groove of her back, to her perfectly round ass, until I reach my favorite spot between her legs.
She’s breathing faster now, waiting for me to bring her to the highest highs. I smile to myself, knowing that she thinks she knows what’s coming next. Brushing my fingertips over her clit with just enough pressure to make her wetter, I growl into her ear, “Whose is this?”
I thrust my finger inside her and she moans, “Yours, Dom.” I quickly withdraw my hand and walk away from her. When she groans in frustration, I shoot her a disapproving look and she instantly submits.
Itskat her, “You’ll be punished for that.” Inclining my head towards the bed, I curtly command her, “Get on the bed, in the center, up on your knees.”
She moves briskly to assume her position on the bed, beside the red rope. I watch her carefully as her eyes dart to the rope and then to the other surprise lying on the bed. She then turns her gaze to me and waits. There is no fear in her eyes. No worry, no question, and no doubt–there is only complete trust. She has fully submitted to me and that fills me with so much pride I can barely contain it.
“I hadn’t planned to do this with shoes on, but you look too fucking sexy in them to take them off. I have to see you–your hands tied and the spreader bar between your legs while wearing them.”
Her response is to raise her hands above her head. Moving quickly out of sheer desire, I wrap the red rope around each wrist several times before wrapping them together and tying it with a slipping reef knot for a quick release. The dark red rope is a stark contrast against her creamy skin and black leather lingerie.
“Don’t pull on it,” I command. “It’s not intended to be a suspension. Your level of submission to me will dictate how still you remain. If I have to hog tie you to make you be still…,” I purposely leave my threat hanging in the air. I take the rest of the red rope from the suitcase and put it beside the spreader bar before I move behind her on the bed.
My chest is flush with her back and my cock gently nudges her ass. Slowly surging my hips forward, I rub it in the crease between her perfect heart-shaped cheeks. Grabbing her hips, I wrap my fingers around her hipbones and continue teasing her. Snaking one arm around her, my fingers find her clit as I apply pressure in small circles. She wants to move, to squirm, and to ride my hand until she comes all over me. But she knows better.
Jerking my hand away before she gets too close, she makes no sound in retaliation this time. I stroke her ass with my hand, quickly slap it and watch it turn red in the shape of my hand. Sophia softly moans in pleasure but remains in place.That’s my girl.Her reward is immediate as I reach between her legs from behind, stroking her already wet center and thrusting my fingers deep into her. Crooking my fingers, I find that spot and pull her tight against me as she soaks my hand.
Grabbing the end of the rope, I tug on it and release her hands. She lets them fall limp in front of her. I unwrap the rope and cast it aside. One at a time, I pick up her wrists and massage them as I also pull her up to a standing position. “You didn’t tell me they were going to sleep on you, so I’m assuming they feel okay?”
“Yes, Dom, I’m fine,” she replies in her lust-laden tone.
“Good. I’m not finished with you yet,” I promise and she smiles hercome-hithersmile. I pick up the spreader bar and she moves her feet wider apart until the bar just fits between her ankles. I quickly tie the bar in place then pull her arms behind her back to tie her elbows together. This tie pushes her breasts forward, and I move around to her front to enjoy the view. In her current leather straps, she looksabsofuckinglutelyedible.
Taking one breast in my mouth, I suck and bite her nipple while massaging her other breast. Changing positions, I give the other equal attention. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I suck her clit into my mouth and scrape the sensitive nub with my teeth. She can’t grab my hair like she usually does so she’s forced to accept all of the pleasure without moving. My tongue darts in and out of her and she screams my name when I add my fingers to the assault.
“Dominic! OH MY GOD!” She shrieks and the evidence of her pleasure flows onto my tongue. She tastes so fucking good. I dip a strawberry in the whipped cream and take a bite of it before thrusting my tongue in her mouth. The mixture of her essence and the fruit is exquisite. I then feed her the rest of the strawberry before giving her a bite of the chocolate. Tasting her clit again with this new flavor combination will make me crave chocolate and strawberries every day.
Standing, I lick the remnants of her off my lips and she watches with hooded eyes. I light the candle and remove it from the candleholder. As the wax heats and melts, it drops onto her breasts and covers them. Her exposed posture mixed with the heated drops on her bare skin is like an aphrodisiac to her. With each trail of wax that covers her beautiful body, she coos and writhes in pleasure.
“Bend over,” I demand.
Bending at the waist, her face is directly in front of my dick that’s hard enough to cut fucking diamonds. Her mouth opens and my hips surge forward of their own accord. Her warm, wet mouth feels fucking incredible and my tempo unconsciously increases and her head bobs back and forth eagerly.
“Mmmm, baby,” I groan, “you’re so good with your mouth.” But I stop her because this is not the way I want to come tonight. Moving around behind her, I grasp her bound hands in one of mine and warn her, “Get ready.”
Before she can respond, I slam into her from behind and she cries out in pleasure. “AHH! DOM!” Over and over, my hips pump into her wetness until I feel the familiar quiver and tightening of her inner walls. Moving my hands to her hips, I pull her back as I thrust forward, driving into her relentlessly until she’s screaming and I’m growling her name in rapture.
Staying inside her, I quickly untie her arms and help her up to an almost standing position. My front is again flush with her back and my arms are wrapped around her from behind and hooked up across her breasts. “I don’t want to let you go,” I whisper in her ear.
But I can’t leave her legs tied any longer, so I reluctantly pull out of her and finish untying her. Pulling her with me, I sit on the edge of the bed and she sits on my lap. I hold her close to me, lovingly stroke her, and whisper to her to reassure her. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I love this outfit and you completely shocked me with it. That was a wonderful surprise.”
“You forgot the honey,” she whispers back and I laugh out loud.
“Well, I didn’t really forget,” I confess. “I just didn’t want to wait one more second to make love to you. The night’s still young, though. Maybe I’ll wake you up by eating honey off of you.”
She snuggles in closer to me, lays her head on my shoulder, and sighs in deep contentment. “I love you, Dominic.”
“I love you so much, Sophia–more than I can even describe with words. You’re my heart, my love, and my world now. There’s no going back, ever. You’re mine. And I’m yours, always.”
After several minutes, I take Sophia to the shower and thoroughly wash her beautiful body. Running my soapy hands over her stomach, I notice it’s slightly bigger than it has been. I move my hands up to her breasts and back down her torso, rubbing them over the small bump again. I’m simply amazed and in awe at how her body is changing to incubate our baby.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask.
“No, not at all,” she looks at me over her shoulder and smiles lovingly.
