Tied Down

Hungry lustful eyes stare back at me as I survey you. Your arms are spread, tied tight at each wrist with a silk scarf. I smile when I remember you whispering "tighter" as I applied them. So greedy. The other end is firmly attached to the headboard. I listen to you breathe, heavy and ragged, anticipating what I'll do.

I strip, slowly, in front of you. Taking each piece of clothing off deliberately. Letting you watch, looking into your eyes the entire time. Each article falling to floor as I reveal myself to you. I watch as your eyes take in every curve, every shadow, every nuance of my body. You know it so well, yet you look at me as if I'm new to you again. You strain against the restraints a bit, wanting to sit up and touch me.

I ease myself down onto the bed, naked now. I crawl up between your thighs and drag my fingers over them. A soft, light touch moves up your frame, drifting over your own shadows. They rest against your chest, my body following them. Leaning down, I brush my lips over yours. Your kiss is so sweet and tender. I press them down on your mouth again feeling passion tickling my arousal. I feel it surge through you as you lift your head to meet me. Your muscles tense and I feel you strain again against the restraints, desperate to touch me. I pull back slightly, teasing you with my mouth, my breath. I pull ever so slightly away that you can't kiss me. You moan softly in frustration as I keep my distance.

I pull back more and slide down your body. My lips find your neck. I tease you at first, licking, sucking gently. Bestowing kisses down your shoulder. I find my spot quickly and bite you, hard. You groan and I feel your cock pulse against me. I bite you again, harder, sucking on you, marking you. No one will ever doubt that you're mine. I move down, caressing your collarbone with my tongue. Licking over it down to your chest. I bite you again, leaving a mark in my wake. Your sharp gasp lets me know how much you're enjoying the pain and the pleasure that follows.

I kiss further still, licking over your belly button, down to your hip. I feel you raise them to meet me, wanting desperately for me to take you into my mouth. I kiss down your hip to your thigh, licking the inside of it and gently nibbling at your skin. I move to the other side, biting your inner thigh and kissing up over your hip. Moaning, you plead softly, pleading for me to suck you. I kiss along your stomach, just to the side of your cock. Reaching the tip, I breath hotly on you. Letting you feel how close my mouth is. You moan. I kiss down the other side, letting my hair brush over you. I can feel your cock throbbing, yearning for my touch.

I sit up then. Looking at you, I tuck my hands behind your knees and pull you sharply down the bed, You're stretched out completely now, arms taught against the restraints. A soft whimper escapes your lips. I crawl back up your body, past your erect cock, up over your chest, moving up further until I'm above your face.

"Lick me," I say as I slowly lower myself down to your lips. With a moan, you eagerly flick your tongue over me, You moan again and I feel your soft, hot wet tongue lap at my wetness. Not being enough, I feel your tongue push past my own lips and delve into me, lapping greedy at me. I know you want to reach up to me. I know your hands want to find my hips and pull me to you. I know you want to feel the touch of my skin against your fingers. It's making you hungrier that you can't. You tongue moves over and around me, knowing what I like. You find my clit and suck gently at it. I can't help but let out a low moan from deep inside me. I spread my thighs, sinking lower on you. Your tongue dances against me. Moving between my dripping cunt and my pulsing clit. I grab the headboard as I grind my hips down on you, fucking your tongue, your mouth. Every movement of your tongue, every movement of your helpless arms, every motion of your body arousing me more. Everything you do is making me want you more and more. I need to fuck you.

I draw away from you, moving down to straddle over your cock, it's hard length nestling against my cunt. I slide against you, spreading my juices over you. Reaching behind your head I grab a handful of your hair. Gripping it tight and pulling back sharply, you cry out at the suddenness of it. I assault your mouth with my own, making you groan with pleasure again. Kissing you passionately, I feel your hard cock growing more erect against me. I break our kiss, pulling your hair harder, pull your head back further.

You tell me to fuck you. I look at you for a moment. It's far too greedy for you to demand that I fuck you.

"No"

You whimper, understanding your mistake, and plead this time.

"Such a dirty fucking whore begging like this. Such a fucking slut." I hiss at you.

To let you know I'm not pleased, I slide off to the side, one leg tucked between your own. I take your wet cock into my hand and begin to stroke you, painfully slowly.

Again you plead.

"No."

A low urgent groan escapes from you. Your hips press up against my hand, your body writhes against me desperate for release.

"Such greedy boy, telling me to fuck you. So fucking greedy. Don't you know I'll fuck you when I'm ready. You're mine, my slut, my whore and I'll take you when I want to not when you tell me to."

I know how much you like that, to be called my whore, my slut. The harsh words arouse you. My dominance and control arouses you.Your cock continues to grow harder and firmer in my hand. It's rock hard now, so erect as I masturbate you. Your body is thrashing under my touch, trying to will me into releasing you. My fingers continue to move around you, my mouth at your ear, my other hand in your hair. I breathe heavily into you. My hand moves up and down your cock. I twist my hand slightly, turning as I stroke you, eliciting a rhythmic moan. I know you're close. I know you can't take much more.

You whisper a barely audible plead.

"You're going to have to beg for it. Beg me to fuck you. I won't unless you beg."

Groaning you plead softly again, you breathing so ragged, so quick, almost out of control.

"No." It wasn't good enough. You emit a strangled noise, so turned on, so wanting me to fuck you.

"Beg me," I harshly whisper quickening my pace around your cock. "You fucking whore. I know you can do better than that. Beg me..."



to be continued...