The words were out of her mouth before she’d thought through the consequences. Words that had rushed out in a surge and now couldn’t be taken back.
‘What did you say?’
He looked up from between her legs, a smile starting to stretch across his face.
She was more hesitant this time, uncertain of what he would think…or what she was really asking for. She was not normally this bold. She wasn’t sure what had come over her.
Chuckling to himself, he gently started stroking the back of his fingers down the soft inside of her thighs. She tried to quash the shiver that was spreading down her legs but the goosebumps his touch elicited gave her away, and she shivered again as he laughed, his breath lightly cooling her skin.
Lowering his head, he started circling his tongue around her clit and currents of white hot energy shot through her. With a gasp of pleasure, she arched her back, pushing her hips up into his face. He responded by sucking harder, licking her cunt and then curving his fingers inside her. Oh, oh God…before she could stop them, spasms twisted her body again and she squirmed under him, legs stretching and hips flexing. He had barely started and already she was writhing out of control.
‘That’s it. If you can’t keep still, I *will* make you!’
Leaping from the bed, he began rooting around in the bottom drawer of the dresser in the corner. She propped herself up on her elbows, panting as she caught her breathe. She was so enjoying admiring the view of him as he bent over into the drawer that she almost forgot what he was doing in there until he turned and approached her again, two lengths of black rope in his hands.
‘You told me to make you keep still. Let’s see if this works.’
Her eyes widened and she felt a quick flash of fear but, as her heart raced faster, she had no intention of telling him to stop.
Taking hold of her elbow, he slid his hands slowly up the length of her arm before tying the rope around her wrist. Looping the ends through the metal bed frame, he repeated the procedure and tightened the knots until her arms were fixed above her head. Moving towards her feet, he carefully secured her ankles in a similar fashion and soon she was held firmly, arms and legs spread out like a cross.
‘OK? Tight enough?’ he asked. Testing the strength of her restraints, she realised that she had only a very small amount of movement to play with, but she gulped and nodded.
Oh, and it was! Whereas she would normally flex and turn under his tongue, releasing the tension in frenetic movements or moving away slightly when it became too intense, she was now trapped. By pulling on the ropes holding her arms, she could arch up her back and bending her knees stretched the ankle ties, allowing her to shift her hips, but he was strong enough to hold these attempts steady with a hand on her stomach.
He was in complete control and was taking his time. Leisurely, almost lazily, he kissed her cunt, slipping inside and exploring with his tongue. He could feel her muscles tensing around him as she struggled to contain herself. Moving up slightly, he lowered his mouth onto her clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Each touch caused her to moan in a way that he hadn’t heard before, desperate and vaguely animalistic. Sliding his fingers inside her, he continued to torture her with slow and deliberate movements.
Unable to move, unable to lessen the sensation, she groaned as she felt a heat build inexorably in her core. Frustratedly straining against her restraints, squeezing her cunt and her abdominal muscles, panting at the exertion that did not involve movement…climbing higher and higher, tighter and tighter until, with a burning flood that blinded her, she came with an intensity unlike anything else. Shudders racked her body and she cried out in surprised ecstasy.
He quickly untied the rope bindings as the tremors continued to shake her. Taking her in his arms, he held her until she lay still.
‘I told you it would be better if you could stay still.’ he murmured into her hair.
Twisting around, she kissed him, luxuriantly stretching against him, before whispering ‘You’re going to have to make me…’