I too, have forgone underwear. My cock already at attention. If she was just a breath closer, I swear I would have poked her in the eye.
Her sweet smile causes my chest to tighten.
Finally, I manage to pull off both gloves and drop them to the ground beside the belt.
Licking her colored lips, she leans forward, just as I step back with a “tsk, tsk” sound.
I point to my chest then spin my finger above her, indicating it’s my turn and I need her to swing around.
Her burgundy bottom lip juts out in a pout, but she complies.
Stepping out of my pants, I kick them to the side then go to the basket. Inside, I locate the trinket I had specially made for my girl. With Cindel’s back to me, I can’t help but appreciate how the backside of her is even sexier than the front. She’s still sitting on her heels, not quite the desired position, but we’re moving in the right direction.
Next, I retrieve a small bottle from the collection of items and open the cap. Squeezing a generous helping of the viscous liquid onto the handmade gift; I tuck the bottle away and move toward my obedient subject. With the item in hand, I kneel just behind her. I run my free hand from the base of her spine, up between her shoulder blades, where I give a small nudge downward.
Cindel obeys. Bringing her hands to the floor before her and adjusting onto all fours. I notice when she tries to peek over her shoulder, but I don’t want her to ruin the surprise.
I deliver a swift warning smack to her exposed ass.
Sucking on her teeth, she inhales sharply before facing forward again.
Very responsive. I had a feeling she’d be like this. Wanting direction. Craving a little bit of pain with her pleasure.
Gel drips down the head and base of the custom-made, glass butt plug. Shadows play on the curve of her hips in the dimly lit boathouse. Holding the plug before her backside, I leisurely make small circles to start.
A gasp escapes her; however, she lowers her belly causing her spine to dip and her ass to raise slightly. She stays in place… asking for it.
Inside the glass toy I ordered, uniquely for her, are rainbow sprinkles. It has a flared base just wide enough to encase a tracking disk. If something happens… I need to be able to find her. I will never allow anyone to hurt what’s mine. When she gets home tonight and has a chance to remove the plug, I hope she appreciates it.
A bead of cum drips from the head of my cock, as soft whimpers fill the space as I orbit her tight hole with the cool, wet glass. I never expected her to be inexperienced, but I am captivated with how eager she was to play with me. I make a mental note to find and kill anyone else that has touched her before me.
The plug is modestly sized, not too big… nor too small. I push it in little by little until I’ve reached the girthiest part.
A deep seductive moan has Cindel throwing back her head, causing me to involuntarily grab her hip. I coax the toy out gently and repeat the process. Her soft skin no longer cool to the touch, but hot with a blooming red mark on her cheek.
The next time I tease inward with the plug, I’m taken aback as Cindel rocks backward into my hand. Her ass swallows the plug whole in one swift motion. Greedy girl. I may have had it specially made for her, yet she holds the power. She decides how to use the tools I provide her. She’s a daydream in this nightmare.
My cock throbs and it would be so easy to just drive into her, but there is something I have to do first. I help her to stand, guiding her toward my next desired location.
Between two trusses of the hammerbeam roof is a tie rod, lift system.
Cindel holds onto me like a fawn on new legs, trusting as she follows without question. In the near future, we’ll have to have a more serious discussion about stranger danger.
My face is still covered, but I take a moment to hold her by the chin, becoming lost in the varying hues of cool blues. Leaving her side briefly, I roll the electric heater over, grab my phone, and the nautical rope which already holds a few preliminary knots.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her reach around trying to touch the base of the plug, nestled inside her.
Snapping my fingers, she straightens with an irritated growl. Despite it all, she remains where I leave her… waiting for me.
Once I have everything in position, I stand before her and play the new message. “You can see your present when you get home.”
Her jaw opens and closes a few times, obviously at a loss for words.
She can’t see it, but I’m grinning beneath my mask. Setting my phone on the ground, I commence wrapping the thin marine rope, into different loops and patterns around Cindel’s torso to create a chest harness. So cooperative, she even holds out her arms for me. This is just one of the many skill sets I learned growing up. Making and undoing knots is cathartic. Eventually, I stumbled into Shibari. Bondage made it easier for me to get close to a woman. I suppose a life void of hugs and affection could make any person uncomfortable with intimacy. I wasn’t ready for her hands on me. It’s been some time since I’ve been with someone. Years actually. I’m a little out of practice but I amdetermined to see how distorted I could make the image on her shirt. Accentuating Cindel’s petite breasts within the confines of the ropes.
She watches in silence, her breath steady but heart rate hurried. That sultry mouth of hers hangs slack with an inviting O-shape that has the capability of making me cum, even before I finish tying her up. Intricately placed knots weaved together, running all over her top half, arms tightly bound to her back. Each breast resembles a white-chocolate candy kiss, all packaged and ready to bite into.
“Please,” she whimpers.
