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She led him slowly, only touching the small of his back to indicate where she wanted him to go. He stepped carefully, keeping his arms close to his sides as he did so. It took all of his patience not to demand where they were going, even though this endeavour had been his idea to begin with.
With each step, he grew more apprehensive, calming his breath only when she indicated that he stop and stand still. He began to question this fantasy of his, this desire to let another have control of him. The door swung open, a rush of air fanning over his neck where she whispered that he step forward, her hands trailing up his back.
His eyes scanned the room quickly once she slipped off the blindfold, his body heating as he noticed the sparseness of his surrounds, save for one contraption hanging in the middle of the room. She floated around him in that disturbingly graceful way, her bare feet soundless on the dark tiled floor, her hair swinging over her shoulders. He was sad to see she had cut it since they’d last been together, but he would not mention it.
He knew how much she hated having her appearance remarked upon, though he could not fathom why, he chose to ignore it as they neared the set up. She had clearly put a lot of thought into it, he noted. Two lengths of chain, secured to a hook, with a table nearby containing a few objects he couldn’t discern as she led him by the hand, tugging upwards to secure him.
He noticed that she had his back turned to the table as well as the door, he guessed that she had a few new surprises for him, though he could not imagine what as she got to work. His skin prickled as she made sure his hands were completely immobile, only allowing for small tugs as she undoubtedly would tease him to the point of complete and utter exhaustion.
For the past few weeks of their acquaintance, she had hinted at something like this, skirting his questions expertly as she teased him with mere words. She lips pecked his for the last time as she softly spoke: “I’m going to fetch a few more things, alright? Try to relax, pet.”
As he listened for her footsteps leaving the room, he tried to breathe as deeply as he could, his imagination running wild the longer she left him alone. She had left his jeans on, after requiring that his shirt be left in her bathroom, most likely for the after care. He hadn’t worn underwear, per her request, which made him marvel all the more at her simple undergarments when she’d opened the door to him.
Clearly, this was her space, and where she felt comfortable, since she invited him to admire her body before she sent him to change, slipping the blindfold over his eyes as soon as he was done. He had tried to count their steps. Knowing only that they had moved to the upper level of her home and not much more, owing to her quick pace. He smiled to himself as he recalled the excited glint to her expressive eyes, the eyes that had burned into his when…
He shook his head, trying not to become too aroused before she even got started, he’d hate to disappoint her by finishing too soon, something he’d trained his past lovers not to do because his own stamina was quite exceptional… when not with her, that is.
It pained him to remember her expression the last time… though he’d quickly made up for it, it embarrassed him to remember it… His train of thought is broken as he hears her approach, the low humming of her voice growing nearer.
She smiled to herself as she trailed her eyes over his form, resting on his toned back muscles and ass as she sets down the bowls. She giggled softly as he tensed at the sound, his hands curling around the chains reflexively. She bit her lip as she walked around him, holding the blindfold once more as she studied him closely. When her gaze finally met his, she smiled and d****d the blindfold over his upper arms. “I like the sight of you like this,” she said softly, drawing his attention back to her face, his erection straining in his jeans.
Her hands moved slowly down his chest, circling his nipple rings with her fingers before moving down. Her fingertips brushed his growth before undoing the buttons of his jeans and tugging them down, teasing him slightly with her breath as she crouched, tapping his leg to lift his feet before she stood up and smiled at him.
She walked around his body, admiring his bare flesh as she placed his jeans on the table, taking a bowl and slipping an ice cube between her lips. She carefully stepped up behind him, touching the ice cube to the base of his neck and smiling to herself as his flexed from the shock. Slowly, she ran the cube down his spine, trailing her hands on either side until she reached his ass and sucked it into her mouth.
With a small smirk, she retrieved another cube and repeated her actions along his chest, noting his small moans with each movement until she leaned upwards and touched the cube to his nipple, the small moans growing longer and louder as his tip brushed her abdomen.
She rotated the cube around the rings in his flesh, brushing her lips against his skin as the cube melts completely and she closed her mouth around his skin, sucking gently before fetching another to tease his other nipple.
His discomfort was visible, but he refused to give in, trying to focus on what she would taste like in his position, the image almost banishing his surroundings until he felt the coldness brush his ignored nipple, the other enflamed at the loss of her mouth. When she slipped the ice cube between his lips to kiss him, he almost lost control, the kiss ending too soon as she moved back down to suck around the ring and tease him with her tongue.
Eyes squeezing shut, he strained to break his bonds, but the locks hanging over his wrists were reinforced, and all he managed was to jangle the chains. She smiled and stopped sucking, moving away to fetch a bottle, snapping the cap as she walked around him again, observing the small bounce of his length as he strained once more.
Her excitement grew as she took him in her hand, drizzling a little of the syrup over his collarbone, quickly licking him clean and she steadily strokes him, gripping his base with each upward stroke. She drizzled more, meeting his eyes as she licked up from his navel. The pained expression contorting his usually beautiful features is almost enough to make her stop entirely, instead, she pours a little of the red syrup onto her index finger, trailing it over his lips and gasping as he sucked her finger into his mouth. She tutted him and pulled away, walking back to the table and clearing it before pushing it beneath him.
The sound of the wood cr****g over the floor startled him, but he tried to hide it as she knelt in front of him and secured his ankles to the legs of the table with simple fabric ties, she tugged the blindfold from his arm and used it to secure his hands further before lowering the chains and allowing him to sit on the desk. She stepped away to lower the chains, her eyes only on his as she stops the switch, his ass firmly on the wood, but his hands still raised above his head.
She bit her lip as she made her way back, stopping just in front of him as she tugged off her panties. Reaching slowly behind herself as she smirked to him, she unhooked the clasp of the bra. Then took it off and leaned down to pick up her undergarments, folding them and putting them by his feet as she trailed her hands up his outer thighs. She ripped a packet open and rolled the condom on, her eyes meeting his as they flashed in annoyance at her own forgetfulness.
Protection in place, she quickly pushed him back a little as she placed on knee next to his hip, swinging over with the other to straddle his lap, his erect member between them as she bit her lip once more. For a moment, they were silent, until she lifted her hips and took his cock in her hand, guiding his tip between her folds as she captured his lips with her own. She slowly ground her hips forward, his tip slipping between her soaked folds and stopping at her entrance before she pulled back, repeating her action over and over, earning steadily louder growls from her pet. His arms jerked forward, the chains jangling as he gripped her hair, tugging as she slammed her hips down, taking him to the hilt before stopping entirely.
Her hands trailed up his chest, over his arms to the chains, a small key attached to her wrist slipping into her hand as she begins to ride him languidly. She drives hard into him as she rolls her hips, releasing the first lock before moving onto the second, she leaves his hands as they are. Then she begins kissing his earlobe before taking it between her teeth and tugging, her hands moving to his hair as she smirks and bites harder, his soft gasp signalling another tug of his bonds, and a further gasp of surprise as his hands come free, his fingers immediately moving to her hips before he lifts her bodily and slams her hips down onto his, setting a harsh pace that cause her to groan in satisfaction.
He quickly speeds up as he kisses her passionately, his own breath coming in short pants as it mingles with hers. He slams forcefully into her, not nearly as hard as he wants as the restraints cut into his flesh, the pain adding to his encroaching orgasm. From the vicelike grip of her muscles, he senses that hers is also nearby.
Gripping harder, he feels her nails in his scalp before they sc**** down to his neck as her head tilts back, her entire body tensing and relaxing impulsively as he lifts her almost completely off of himself, glad for his extreme love of outdoor sports as he slams her back down.
The small resulting moan spurred him on, and he lifted her once more as he felt her still entirely. With one long hard thrust, he fills her entirely as his tip connects with her G-spot and she comes undone. Her walls flex around his length as he slows his pace slightly, she kisses him again as her hardened nipples against his pierced ones. Her teeth sink into his lip, her hips’ thrusting grew erratic as she drew blood, knowing that the pain would send him over the edge as he tensed. With a small tilt of her head, she dragged her nails over his skin and mumbled: “Let go, pet…”
With each step, he grew more apprehensive, calming his breath only when she indicated that he stop and stand still. He began to question this fantasy of his, this desire to let another have control of him. The door swung open, a rush of air fanning over his neck where she whispered that he step forward, her hands trailing up his back.
His eyes scanned the room quickly once she slipped off the blindfold, his body heating as he noticed the sparseness of his surrounds, save for one contraption hanging in the middle of the room. She floated around him in that disturbingly graceful way, her bare feet soundless on the dark tiled floor, her hair swinging over her shoulders. He was sad to see she had cut it since they’d last been together, but he would not mention it.
He knew how much she hated having her appearance remarked upon, though he could not fathom why, he chose to ignore it as they neared the set up. She had clearly put a lot of thought into it, he noted. Two lengths of chain, secured to a hook, with a table nearby containing a few objects he couldn’t discern as she led him by the hand, tugging upwards to secure him.
He noticed that she had his back turned to the table as well as the door, he guessed that she had a few new surprises for him, though he could not imagine what as she got to work. His skin prickled as she made sure his hands were completely immobile, only allowing for small tugs as she undoubtedly would tease him to the point of complete and utter exhaustion.
For the past few weeks of their acquaintance, she had hinted at something like this, skirting his questions expertly as she teased him with mere words. She lips pecked his for the last time as she softly spoke: “I’m going to fetch a few more things, alright? Try to relax, pet.”
As he listened for her footsteps leaving the room, he tried to breathe as deeply as he could, his imagination running wild the longer she left him alone. She had left his jeans on, after requiring that his shirt be left in her bathroom, most likely for the after care. He hadn’t worn underwear, per her request, which made him marvel all the more at her simple undergarments when she’d opened the door to him.
Clearly, this was her space, and where she felt comfortable, since she invited him to admire her body before she sent him to change, slipping the blindfold over his eyes as soon as he was done. He had tried to count their steps. Knowing only that they had moved to the upper level of her home and not much more, owing to her quick pace. He smiled to himself as he recalled the excited glint to her expressive eyes, the eyes that had burned into his when…
He shook his head, trying not to become too aroused before she even got started, he’d hate to disappoint her by finishing too soon, something he’d trained his past lovers not to do because his own stamina was quite exceptional… when not with her, that is.
It pained him to remember her expression the last time… though he’d quickly made up for it, it embarrassed him to remember it… His train of thought is broken as he hears her approach, the low humming of her voice growing nearer.
She smiled to herself as she trailed her eyes over his form, resting on his toned back muscles and ass as she sets down the bowls. She giggled softly as he tensed at the sound, his hands curling around the chains reflexively. She bit her lip as she walked around him, holding the blindfold once more as she studied him closely. When her gaze finally met his, she smiled and d****d the blindfold over his upper arms. “I like the sight of you like this,” she said softly, drawing his attention back to her face, his erection straining in his jeans.
Her hands moved slowly down his chest, circling his nipple rings with her fingers before moving down. Her fingertips brushed his growth before undoing the buttons of his jeans and tugging them down, teasing him slightly with her breath as she crouched, tapping his leg to lift his feet before she stood up and smiled at him.
She walked around his body, admiring his bare flesh as she placed his jeans on the table, taking a bowl and slipping an ice cube between her lips. She carefully stepped up behind him, touching the ice cube to the base of his neck and smiling to herself as his flexed from the shock. Slowly, she ran the cube down his spine, trailing her hands on either side until she reached his ass and sucked it into her mouth.
With a small smirk, she retrieved another cube and repeated her actions along his chest, noting his small moans with each movement until she leaned upwards and touched the cube to his nipple, the small moans growing longer and louder as his tip brushed her abdomen.
She rotated the cube around the rings in his flesh, brushing her lips against his skin as the cube melts completely and she closed her mouth around his skin, sucking gently before fetching another to tease his other nipple.
His discomfort was visible, but he refused to give in, trying to focus on what she would taste like in his position, the image almost banishing his surroundings until he felt the coldness brush his ignored nipple, the other enflamed at the loss of her mouth. When she slipped the ice cube between his lips to kiss him, he almost lost control, the kiss ending too soon as she moved back down to suck around the ring and tease him with her tongue.
Eyes squeezing shut, he strained to break his bonds, but the locks hanging over his wrists were reinforced, and all he managed was to jangle the chains. She smiled and stopped sucking, moving away to fetch a bottle, snapping the cap as she walked around him again, observing the small bounce of his length as he strained once more.
Her excitement grew as she took him in her hand, drizzling a little of the syrup over his collarbone, quickly licking him clean and she steadily strokes him, gripping his base with each upward stroke. She drizzled more, meeting his eyes as she licked up from his navel. The pained expression contorting his usually beautiful features is almost enough to make her stop entirely, instead, she pours a little of the red syrup onto her index finger, trailing it over his lips and gasping as he sucked her finger into his mouth. She tutted him and pulled away, walking back to the table and clearing it before pushing it beneath him.
The sound of the wood cr****g over the floor startled him, but he tried to hide it as she knelt in front of him and secured his ankles to the legs of the table with simple fabric ties, she tugged the blindfold from his arm and used it to secure his hands further before lowering the chains and allowing him to sit on the desk. She stepped away to lower the chains, her eyes only on his as she stops the switch, his ass firmly on the wood, but his hands still raised above his head.
She bit her lip as she made her way back, stopping just in front of him as she tugged off her panties. Reaching slowly behind herself as she smirked to him, she unhooked the clasp of the bra. Then took it off and leaned down to pick up her undergarments, folding them and putting them by his feet as she trailed her hands up his outer thighs. She ripped a packet open and rolled the condom on, her eyes meeting his as they flashed in annoyance at her own forgetfulness.
Protection in place, she quickly pushed him back a little as she placed on knee next to his hip, swinging over with the other to straddle his lap, his erect member between them as she bit her lip once more. For a moment, they were silent, until she lifted her hips and took his cock in her hand, guiding his tip between her folds as she captured his lips with her own. She slowly ground her hips forward, his tip slipping between her soaked folds and stopping at her entrance before she pulled back, repeating her action over and over, earning steadily louder growls from her pet. His arms jerked forward, the chains jangling as he gripped her hair, tugging as she slammed her hips down, taking him to the hilt before stopping entirely.
Her hands trailed up his chest, over his arms to the chains, a small key attached to her wrist slipping into her hand as she begins to ride him languidly. She drives hard into him as she rolls her hips, releasing the first lock before moving onto the second, she leaves his hands as they are. Then she begins kissing his earlobe before taking it between her teeth and tugging, her hands moving to his hair as she smirks and bites harder, his soft gasp signalling another tug of his bonds, and a further gasp of surprise as his hands come free, his fingers immediately moving to her hips before he lifts her bodily and slams her hips down onto his, setting a harsh pace that cause her to groan in satisfaction.
He quickly speeds up as he kisses her passionately, his own breath coming in short pants as it mingles with hers. He slams forcefully into her, not nearly as hard as he wants as the restraints cut into his flesh, the pain adding to his encroaching orgasm. From the vicelike grip of her muscles, he senses that hers is also nearby.
Gripping harder, he feels her nails in his scalp before they sc**** down to his neck as her head tilts back, her entire body tensing and relaxing impulsively as he lifts her almost completely off of himself, glad for his extreme love of outdoor sports as he slams her back down.
The small resulting moan spurred him on, and he lifted her once more as he felt her still entirely. With one long hard thrust, he fills her entirely as his tip connects with her G-spot and she comes undone. Her walls flex around his length as he slows his pace slightly, she kisses him again as her hardened nipples against his pierced ones. Her teeth sink into his lip, her hips’ thrusting grew erratic as she drew blood, knowing that the pain would send him over the edge as he tensed. With a small tilt of her head, she dragged her nails over his skin and mumbled: “Let go, pet…”
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