As she did it, I stood there, gripping the base of my cock. I barely kept from stroking it, but if I did, I’d never last once inside of her. When she was in position, I wrestled her body where I wanted it. Then I sat on the lounger, seized her hips, and yanked her toward me so her knees ended up on either side of my thighs.
Gripping her hips, I jerked her lower and back, impaling her on my cock. I didn’t stop until my balls slapped her pussy. We both cried out. Her channel was hot, soaked, and swollen. Islid her forward, causing her to scrape against my length until only the head of my pulsing cock was inside.
Another yank and sink. I did that a handful of times. As I did, her plump ass cheeks jiggled, forcing me to slap them. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around me each time I did it. Then, something else caught my attention. Her dark, crinkled entrance to her ass taunted me. I gathered her copious cream on my fingers, then outlined her hole. Anastasia shivered, then whimpered as I pressed inside.
It took nothing to have a full finger embedded in her asshole as my cock did the same to her pussy. I set a counter-stroking motion. I twisted and crooked my finger, making her sob.
“Oh, God, yes,” she gasped.
“Yes, what?” I asked.
“Don’t stop. Harder. Fuck me so I come all over your magnificent cock, Reign. Hurry!”
And that’s exactly what I did. I worked her on and off my finger and cock until she went rigid and bit her hand to muffle her screams. I was mere moments behind her. I sucked on her shoulder as I let jets of my cum loose.
However, a couple of minutes later as she lay there recovering, I wanted more. And I knew exactly what I needed. Reluctantly, I withdrew.
“No, don’t move,” she begged.
“Come downstairs with me.”
I stood and held out my hand. She took it, then rose shakily to her feet.
“We’re done?”
“Up here, yes. But me with you, oh no, I have something more that’ll help us both sleep tonight.”
As she went with me, I worked out the logistics in my head. If only we had the shibari studio set up.
Anastasia:
Reign led me into his office. I was confused. My first thought was, why were we in here? Then I found out. I was told to sit on one of the straight-back chairs in there, which I did. Reign left the room. When he returned, he carried a bin with a lid. I hadn’t seen it before. When he opened the bin, he pulled out cuffs and short lengths of rope. My pulse jumped.
“What are those for?” I asked.
“I want to introduce you to something I believe you’ll like. I’m going to set up a predicament. I’ll explain how this one works once I get you set up. Are you willing to do it? If not, tell me, and I’ll stop. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
Watching him move so confidently around the room, his nakedness on display, with his cock still half-hard, made me want to say yes. The reasons were simple. I wanted to please him, and I wanted more of Reign, preferably buried deep.
“I know I don’t, but I want to. Just tell me what you need me to do.”
It took only a few moments to find myself with my wrists cuffed together behind my lower legs. I was hunched in a rather uncomfortable position in the chair. Tied to the middle of the restraints was a rope that ran under the chair seat, up the back, and was secured to my hair at the base of my ponytail, which I’d pulled my hair into when we got home. Other than the awkward position, I didn’t see what this was meant to do. I shifted, and the rope pulled at my hair.
“Ow,” I whispered.
“Ah, you felt it. Let me explain. Here’s what you’re going to do. You’ll remain in that position for as long as you can. The longer you can, the happier I’ll be. Any movement to relieve the strain or discomfort it causes will pull your hair.
“You said you like to be spanked, that the pain it causes ultimately feels good to you. I’m going to see if other pain is the same. Whether it’s from your hair or your cramping muscles, remember, the longer you resist, the better your reward will be. However, if you find it’s too much, you merely have to tell me your safe word, and we’ll stop. Repeat what I just said. Ask questions if you want.”
“I’m to stay in this position for as long as possible. If I move, it’ll pull my hair. The longer I can remain still and endure, the more you’re rewarding me. But if it becomes too much, I can use my safe word, and you’ll stop.”
“Spot on. Now, let us begin.”
I didn’t understand the tone in his voice or the smirk on his face, but I learned what it meant rather quickly. The part Reign left out was that he would do things to make me move.
The first was when he sat in a chair across from me and cupped his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other. At the angle I was, I couldn’t fully see him, so I lifted my head an inch, and the tug on my hair happened. I stayed in that painful position until my neck and scalp said no more, then I lowered myself back to the original position.
Reign proceeded to touch me with his hands, teeth, lips, and tongue, sometimes even his cock, on my sensitized skin. The sensations varied from ticklish to stimulating or even painful. He’d tied my hair in a way that the tiniest adjustment caused the pulling pain. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut.
