On my knees I waited. It seemed to be that I’d never earn his touch. I knew that he was nearby because his scent drifted to me with every breeze from the open window. My eyes were shielded by the thick material that he’d placed around my head to cover just my sight. Even then, I’d been deprived from his touch. I’d whined but he continued going about his way. The leather restraints were lined with the smoothest material and the only caresses that I’d endured.
I wore only a red sheer sheet that covered everything but left nothing to his imagination. Why was red chosen? Not because it was his favorite color but because I looked sinful to him in it. The kind of sin that drew people back to it repeatedly, that’s what he always said. I was happy to know that wherever he was, he was struggling just as much as I. That is what gave me the strength I’d sought. I rested back on my heels just before griping my restraints and lowering my top half to the floor with my hands in front of my head. There, I waited.
I heard the hiss from his lips and my swollen with need cunt began to throb essentially. More dripping nectar displayed just how badly I wanted him. He approached me slowly, so slowly that my nipples tightened in anticipation. Ached. When he finally reached me, he lifted my head until I met his lips. He took from me what I desperately gave, abusing my lips with his frenzied kisses. Reveling in his attentions, I whimpered needing his touch more than I could ever explain. His hand found my neck and griped it, pulling me to my feet. I followed being led more so by his lips and hold than any reality.
His hand parted my thighs, his fingers my folds. He groaned into my mouth feeling just how much I needed him. He pulled on my clit, spanked it, and pinched it. My legs went weak but his hold on me kept me from falling. Again, he repeated his actions until my cunt was so sensitive that each action pulled me further under his command. I trembled, distraught and painfully aware of how close to the brink he was drawing me. He griped my cunt in his hand, holding on to me while he spanked my ass until it too was tender. My hands rested against his chest and my head was thrown back in exotic misery.
I was shifted and sat on top of a hard surface. The sheer material was pulled from me awakening the skin in its path. I sat awkwardly, a bit drunk until I felt his mouth around my nipple. I groaned loud and he teased and taunted it until its peek was stiffened. When his lips were removed I felt a bite replacing it. I squealed and squirmed trying to fight the clover from its hold. The firm slap against my thigh stilled me. I felt the other nipple as he pulled it into his mouth. It was hard to enjoy it as much knowing what was to come but the sinister bastard was prepared for that. He sucked and pulled my nipple with his teeth drawing my aroused state to the front of my mind.
I wreathed against him panting. Just when I thought I’d tip the scale, he removed his mouth and attached the second clamp. It took everything in me not to squirm. He pulled the connecting chain and the tears spilled forth. The space around my nose allowed them to stream. I felt his warm tongue as he licked my tears from my lips before they reached the crease of my lips. He groaned in approval before placing the chain between my lips for me to hold.
I shook harder and hoped that I could remain still. He pulled me from the table and then bent me over it. I raised my head pulling my nipples unintentionally, wincing. I had no time to recover as he entered me hard and in one go. My orgasm reemerged and rode me hard. I held on tightly hoping to last. My ponytail was grabbed and pulled at the same time that his hand wrapped around my throat. My orgasm ripped through me and I lost conscious thought of anything as pain and pleasure filled me. I gripped my hands into fists that would probably leave bruises, my nails drawing blood. I flew, riding the endorphins and the clouds that distorted my sense of reality for who knows how long.
Strong hands massaged my muscles, I moaned wondering if this is what heaven was like. I struggled to open my eyes but I felt my lips being pulled. I opened for a kiss and tasted him along with something chocolate coating his tongue. I moaned trying to get more. The combination was wicked and I knew now what he meant about being sinful.
“More.” I begged when he pulled away.
He chuckled. “My ravenous girl.”
I nodded and waited. I wasn’t disappointed when he kissed me again. When I realized my hands were still cuffed, I put them around his neck locking him in place. He chuckled against my lips and rolled on top of me. I moaned in approval. Sinful!
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