![]() He thrusts his cock slowly into my mouth and I feel the rush of submission. He places his hand on the back of my head, fingers lacing into my hair. I part them and move my head toward him, doing my best to suck him off. I feel the head of his cock against my lips. “Please fuck my mouth,” I say in my best pleading voice. “Well, then you’re going to have to ask nicely.” “You want my cock in your mouth?” he asks, turning my request into a game. “Fuck my mouth,” I whisper, half-embarrassed for asking something so dirty. I want to give him more than the awkward stroking I can manage. I feel my pleasure building again, his fingers working my clit just the way I like it. I stroke it, enjoying the challenge of giving a handjob with bound wrists. My movements are limited, but I manage to tug at the waistband until his cock springs out. I let my fingers wrap around his stiff cock and do my best to rub it. He’s shifting his position and I can feel his underwear against my hand. Two more orgasms follow in quick succession - he knows my pussy well and exactly how to touch it. The fact that I can barely move somehow intensifies it. I pull against the restraints with all my strength while my muscles tense up. I moan loudly, trying not to worry that I might squirt when I come. The rhythmic rubbing inside me, the soft pads of his fingertips against my clit - it all works perfectly, overwhelmingly well. ![]() Two of his fingers slide into me effortlessly. Mostly, I feel warm all over and eager for whatever is coming next. He’s not wrong. And having him call attention to my arousal, to my helplessness, to my growing need for him to take me - all of it gives me a complicated mix of emotions. I feel appreciated and wanted. You’d probably let me do anything to you right now.” “You’re so horny you can’t stop squirming. “Look how easy it is to get you all worked up.” He teases me, knowing it’s going to turn me on. Every time it hits, I feel the impact reverberating to my clit and I can’t help but tug the restraints. Once he’s got my pussy warmed up and has the blood flowing to my crotch, I feel the crop landing on it in firm pats. I lose myself in the pleasure for a moment before I realize what he’s doing - he’s not pleasuring me, he’s prepping me for another blow. His hand goes to work, softly rubbing my pussy. Instead, he gives my nipples a few gentle taps, followed by soft smacks to the underside of my tits. ![]() They stiffen from the friction and I brace myself for a smack. I feel it tracing up my stomach and rubbing against my nipples. He taps it firmly against my thighs and the intensity feels arousing. He smacks it against my outer thigh and I don’t have to guess anymore. Firm, slightly supple, and just a bit cold. Whatever he grabbed is grazing against my leg. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.” He sounds so confident, it turns me on even more. But I’m starting to get breathlessly horny and I know he can hear it in my voice. “Oh yeah? Like what?” I’m doing my best to sound bratty and skeptical. “I’ve got a lot in store for you tonight,” he says. He traces them up my thighs, bringing them tantalizingly close to my pussy before moving them away. I feel his fingertips grazing along my skin. I nod, not knowing what he has in store for me. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you.” I imagine him smirking with satisfaction. I know he’s watching me pulling against the tension - all I can do is squirm. He moves so patiently, it feels almost like he’s teasing me. He straps the two remaining restraints around my ankles. His hands stroke my thighs for a few moments before pulling my legs open. I feel the mattress shifting as he sits on the edge of it. He only tells me to wait while he does it. The blindfold I’m wearing leaves me sightless but I’m highly aware of where he is - rummaging through the closet, selecting the sex toys he’ll be using on me this evening. I fuck with my eyes closed, but he likes to watch and take everything in. And I can’t do anything about it because my wrists are strapped snuggly into a pair of black restraints.Īll I can do is lie there and listen while Mr. My underwear has been thrown somewhere on the floor. I wait patiently, slightly embarrassed but aroused because of how exposed I am. This is the kind of sex I thought I’d only ever get to fantasize about.
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