Bound and Bonded

Standing at the end of the bed I watch as you pull against the ropes. Naked and spread eageled on the bed, your hands and wrists bound to the four posters of our bed. The only item of clothing on your body is the blindfold I secured before I left to get ready. Sight diminished you strain to hear me, find me in your darkness. You’ve been waiting a half hour with only soft rush of air from the window to keep you company. Lighting candles I watch the soft glow illuminate your body. Long legs spread wide, tense and strong. Arms straining, muscles and veins rippling beneath your skin. Hands clenched in fists as you pull on the bindings. Hands large enough to wrap around my throat. Proud chest, dusted with thick black hair, down your belly to the nest surrounding your cock and balls. You look good enough to eat, and I was famished.

Slipping the robe from my shoulders I move around the bed, the only thing covering my body was a garter and stockings. Even though you can’t see the black lace on the edge of your favourtie stockings, I know you’ll enjoy the sensation of them along your thighs and face as I straddle you. Starting above the restraint at your ankle I trace a fingernail up the inside of your leg, stopping mid thigh. A soft groan escapes your lips, the longing palpable in your face. Using both hands I lean over to spread your legs further apart. As my breasts rub against your shins I enjoy the view of your cock hardening and balls tightening. There’s enough slack in the restraints that you can bend your knees a little making it easier to widen the gap for me to crawl between them. Kneeling betwen your spread legs I have the perfect view of your long body, one I’ve enjoyed many times, but never like this: you completely at my mercy, waiting anxiously to see what I will do next.  

My hands slide up the inside of your knees, bypassing your twitching cock, to run my nails over your hips and down the outside of your thighs. Your body tenses as your hips thrust up with a demand to be touched. Smiling in satisfaction, I move my hands to your hips, framing your cock, bending forward, mouth hovering over your cock, breath hot as I remain still, mere centimetres from your tip. Instead of moving down I move up, my soft body sliding over your cock and chest until my lips press to yours. You push forward trying to claim my mouth but I sit back waiting for you to settle. 

Eventually you lay back with a groan, the knowledge of who is in charge clear on your face. Tonight I take what I want from you.

You belong to me. You are MINE.

Leaning forward again I kiss you softly. This time you remain still and pliant beneath me. My tongue runs over the seam of your lips, which you part to let me in. Instead of taking the invitation I sit back again, waiting for you to remember the rule.

You don’t get to do anything unless I say so first.

Once again the frustration flits across your features but you settle back quickly. This time when I lean forward and kiss you, tongue probing your lips you remain compliant. At least until I whisper against your mouth, “open for me.”

Your lips part, our tongues clashing and the frustration of being being bound, helpless, docile, apparent in the force of the kiss. I kiss you with the same intensity until we are both breathless. Your cock is hard between us and our bellies are wet and sticky with precum. This reaction from just a kiss was amazing. 

Sitting back I reposition so my legs are spread over your hips, an inch from your cock. Slipping fingers into my wet pussy I coat them and offer them to you. Fingers just above lips your nostrils flare at the scent. You know exactly where my fingers were. But you remembered the rule and remain still enjoying the scent. Watching your face I finger myself, the sounds ringing in your ears as you strain to sit up. The need to to watch testing the limits of the bindings, regardless of the blindfold. Restrained, I utilize the opportunity to my advantage, describing in detail how tight my pussy is. I can only get two fingers in, no matter how wet I am. How swollen my clit is, sensitive to the lightest touch. When I come I call out your name, hips grinding on your balls, soaking them. Pulling my fingers out I put them to your lips, “taste” I command. Greedily you suck my fingers, cleaning them as my other hand caresses your chest. “Mmmm, good boy,” I praise as I pull my fingers back. 

Grabbing a cock ring from the end table I place the band snugly over the base of your cock, just above the balls. The band went over easy as your cock was slick with precum. I stroke your cock gently as my tongue savours the taste of you. Your body is rigid, wanting so badly to push deeper into my mouth, but you keep control. Wanting to test the limits of that control I slid as much of your cock into my mouth as I could, hitting the back of my throat. I suck slowly, drool dropping down my chin coating your cock, rivulets running over your balls and my hand. I look up to see your head thrown back upper lip trapped between your teeth. Abruptly, I sit back and let go. Cock bobbing and hips pushing up trying to find my mouth. Hands white knuckled in frustration. You curse me as I chuckle. 

I slip off the bed, fingers trailing up and down your legs as I wait for you to regain your composure. When your breathing has slowed and hands relax I move to the other side of the bed and crawl in. Pressing my body to your side, I throw a thigh over your leg, pussy hot and wet over the kneecap. I lay like this, grinding my hips into your knee, letting my fingers trail through the hair on your chest, over your collarbone, gently tugging on your beard. Your face turns toward me and I gently kiss you. Shifting my body, pressing my breasts into your chest I enjoy the softness of your lips on mine. 

I straddle you again, this time your cock resting between my ass cheeks. I command your mouth open, kissing hard as I grind my pussy into your hips, my wetness coating your body as I come again, crying out into your mouth. You bite my lip in defiance. I grab a fistful of hair, pulling your head back. My lips hot against your ear I whisper, “mine” as I strike, biting your shoulder, marking you. You can’t help yourself and start pushing your hips against me, your cock sliding along my ass aching to be inside. You pull hard against the restraints but you’re not going anywhere. 

I stand, legs spread, fingers working deep and hard in my pussy causing me to squirt all over your chest, belly and cock. You groan as the hot liquid hits and you realize what is happening. Wanting desperately to bury your face in my pussy you whisper the two words I’ve been waiting to hear, “Please, Mistress.”

Turning around I position us into a 69. I lower my pussy down on your face, clit rubbing against your whiskers, coating your beard in my wetness. I can feel your breath cool against my hot opening. My pussy spread wide for your tongue to probe. You almost take the bait but catch yourself, knowing if you did I would deny you. While you wait patiently I take your cock into my mouth, teasing the tip, tongue toying with hole. Your breathing hitches as I start to drip on your face, pussy wet as I tease your cock.

I almost miss it, your voice so quiet, a whisper on the breeze, “please.”

“Yes,” is all I get out before your lips clamp down on my clit, teeth trapping it as your tongue flicks it over and over.

I stop breathing, your cock held tightly in my hand as my mouth releases the tip. Your tongue and lips find every sensitive spot and work them hard and fast. The first orgasm rips through me quick and hard, before the next one has me releasing your cock and digging my fingers into your thighs. I push myself up, grinding hard on your face, smothering you, wanting you to struggle to breathe. You release my clit and take over my hole with your tongue, diving deep sucking out every drop of me you can.

After thoroughly cleaning my pussy I pull away, almost reluctantly. Legs weak, I slide off the bed and take a few shaky steps away, leaning heavily on the bedpost. Turning I see your face and beard are shiny, your tongue licking your lips, reaching and savouring the lingering taste. I move to lick your lips too, enjoying the tasteof me on you. I reach up and release one of your hands from the binds. Flexing your hand and rolling out the wrist you wait for direction. I straddle your chest again and guide your freed hand to my core. “You know what to do” I demand. Your fingers work their way inside and from this angle and pressure I’m quickly squirting all over us. You are utterly covered and wet from me. All I can smell is my musk around us and it turns me on all the more.

Keeping your hand free I decide the torture for us both is enough and I remove the cock ring, guiding you in. I’m sensitive and a bit sore from your fingers, but the pleasure of your cock stretching me wide soon replaces that pain. Slowly I ride you, guiding your hand to my breast you cup it but nothing more. I tell you to pinch the nipple, hard, until I cry out from the pain. I soon replace your hand with your lips and coerce you into suckling. Quickening my pace I grind harder as the orgasm builds and my muscles tighten around your swelling cock.

You know the rules, and you try so hard to keep true, but can’t hold back as I cry out your name, coming all over your cock, cunt tight and spasming around you. Your free hand grabs my ass as mine grabs your throat and you explode deep, pushing further inside of me, filling me until your jizz drips out. 

“Bad boy,” I growl, “You broke the rule.”

You say nothing, waiting for the punishment. Sliding off your cock I deny you the feeling of my aftershock orgasms, knowing they will get you hard again, ready for the next round. Instead I push your face into my pussy and demand you clean it. With no hesitation your mouth dives in, eating and swallowing like it’s the first food you’ve had in days. Fingers knotted in your hair I come again, making you clean me up again. Pushing back I pull the blindfold off, seeing the fire in those beautiful brown eyes staring back at me. I can tell you want more. You’re ready to beg for it.

I kiss you gently and untying your other hand. Your hands move to my ass, slidng up my sides and just before you cup my tits I say the one word that stops it before it starts again.

“No.”

Moving off you and the bed I pick up my robe, wrapping it tightly around me. One final look at the darkness in your blazing eyes has me smiling as I walk out of our room.