She sipped from her glass of wine as she pulled the covers off the bed. He had instructed her to clear the bed and turn the lights low. She stripped off her tank and panties, feeling the goosebumps grow on her skin. She was nervous and excited and chilled in the empty bedroom.
She laid on the bed and waited.
He walked into the room with the rope in his hands. Smooth black rope wrapped around his arm as he eyed her naked body. Approaching the bed, he asked her to kneel and place her hands in front of her. He began wrapping the rope around her chest, making loops and knots to wrap around the curves of her breasts. As his hands and the rope slid across her body, her nipples tightened with the sensations. He paused in his work to catch one nipple between his teeth. She caught her breath as he licked and teased the taught bud until it ached with pleasure. Her nerves began to melt away as he moved to the other nipple, licking and sucking it into a tight peak to match.
He returned to the rope, bringing it around and around her waist. He must have practiced the tying and knotting, because his movements were smooth and confident. As each wrap of the rope tightened around her, she felt the sensation of being trapped and at the mercy of his desires. She felt herself grow wet with anticipation, knowing she would be bound and helpless to resist.
When finished, the rope twisted to cup her full breasts and wrap across her waist. He lifted her hands above her head, wrapping them together with the remaining rope. He lifted her bound hands toward the ceiling, hooking the end of the rope onto a hook in the ceiling.
She was left kneeling with her arms bound above her head. He stepped back to view his work, smiling at the sight of her captive and waiting for his pleasure. She squirmed under his scrutiny. The waiting was a torture worse than being held in such a position – she knew he was prolonging the moment just to see how she would react. She swallowed her impatience and spread her knees wide, letting a glimpse of her pussy slide into view.
He stepped forward, remaining standing in front of the bed. He slid his hand from her collarbone down the center of her body, stopping just before he reached the pussy she had opened wide for him. Teasing, his hand traced light circles across her body until goosebumps reappeared on her porcelain skin. He slid his fingers across her nipples, pinching and pulling each lightly while she muffled a small moan. He kissed her, tangling his tongue quickly with hers. He pulled back just seconds later and walked out of the room without a backwards glance.
She hesitated, wondering what was coming next. They had agreed to the bondage, creating an environment where he was in control, but had not discussed the specifics of his plan for control. She was more curious than afraid, knowing his ultimate goal would be her orgasmic pleasure above all else.
As her thoughts were tumbling from one scenario to another, he returned with a strip of fabric in his hand. “I’m going to blindfold you, so you’ll be completely helpless. I will pleasure you how I want and how long I want. Do you understand? You can say no, you can scream, you can shake, but I will not stop unless you say the safe word.”
She nodded, turned on by his sense of authority. The feeling of being completely under his control was incredibly sexy. He stepped forward and covered her eyes with the sash, tying it securely around her head. She felt his hands drop away and tried to adjust to her blindness.
He continued to tease, dropping a hand down her arm as his lips tickled the skin at her hip. She felt his fingertips slide down her ass while his breath blew across her nipple. He wound his way around her body, teasing and touching until she was squirming in pleasure. She felt herself grow wet with anticipation as he pinpointed each pleasure spot across her body. He remained standing, so she couldn’t anticipate where his movements were going to be. A sudden slap across her ass made her jump, a passionate kiss left her lips swollen and pulsing, a quick tweak of her nipple left her straining against the ropes that bound her. It was impossible to sit passively through this assault on her body, yet she had no choice. She couldn’t see, couldn’t predict, couldn’t resist the sensations he expertly evoked. There was no pain, no humiliation, no command, yet she felt utterly surrendered beneath him.
She heard the click and buzz of a toy, and wondered which vibrator he had pulled out of their drawer. It was loud enough for her to suspect her favorite wand. Before she could prepare, the rumbly buzzing magic wand was thrust against her clit. She bucked in pleasure and surprise, feeling the restraints tighten around her wrists as she tried to pull her hands down. Kneeling with her legs spread, she had no layers between the vibrator and her sensitive clit. She couldn’t see when it would graze her or grind into her until she bucked again, so the combination of pressures left her panting in pleasure. She rocked her hips in response, able to do little else but moan as wave after wave of vibrations shot through her body. In no time, she felt the pressure of an orgasm begin to build and quickly rip through her. She moaned and felt her thighs shake as she came, pulsing against the insistent vibrations.
When she would have stopped to softly stroke and return to normal, he continued pushing the magic wand against her clit with the pressure she craved. She moaned again, helpless to the buildup of another orgasm. He pushed her up over and over until she could do no more than pant and moan, feeling ripped open and covered in sensations. He pulled the wand away to let her catch her breath and regain some sense of awareness. She knew if he could see her eyes they’d be glazed with pleasure and out of focus. The absence of sight had only heightened the sense of touch, feeling every tingle spread through her body with increased awareness was incredible and overwhelming.
He waited a few more moments. “Are you ready for the next challenge? You’re going to ride me.”
He waited for her dazed nod, then gently helped her stand in a crouched position on the bed. He laid between her open legs, positioning them in a reverse cowgirl pose. “Now slide my cock into your aching pussy” He said as he guided her hips into his lap.
He eased the tip of his cock into her swollen folds, waiting for her to sink fully onto him. He let out a groan as her pussy engulfed his throbbing cock, sliding smoothly down his length. She unsteadily began to rock, adjusting to the inability to use her hands. She slid her pussy slowly away from his cock before quickly engulfing him once more, slamming back and taking him in deeply. She began to thrust with more force, rocking her hips forward and back with growing speed. The orgasms from the magic wand left her clit sensitive and swollen, so each thrust caused waves of sensation as her clit grazed his skin. She felt another orgasm building so quickly, she slowed to lengthen the experience. Her sole focus was on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her aching pussy. He must have felt her hesitation to rush into another orgasm. He slapped her ass playfully. “No slowing down now” he said as he grasped her hips and roughly rocked her over his cock. When the unstoppable orgasm ripped through her again, he kept her hips moving at a quick pace as she moaned and arched over him. She continued to thrust herself into his cock over and over until orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. Each time she slowed in pleasure, his hands guided her over the wave of orgasms. The pace was fast and nonstop – pushing them both towards an incredible climax.
He groaned as he grew closer. “I’m so close. Don’t stop, just go” He said as he slid his hands down her damp back. She began to buck at a frenzied pace, desperate to bring them both to orgasm and unable to think past the incredible waves of pleasure drowning her. She thrust and slammed back into him, taking his cock out to the tip and deep into her pussy again and again. She could hear his quiet groans in the background of her reality, somehow knowing he was close to cumming as her own orgasm built to overflow. With a moan of surrender she bucked into the crashing orgasm, feeling his hands grip her hips as he buried his cock deep inside her pussy. She felt the tremors of his cock as he shot his cum into her, thrusting her hips as she felt his cock straining to release every last drop. His hands slacked and slid across her ass, sliding up her back and comforting as they breathed heavily.
As their breathing slowed, she could feel his hands sliding appreciatively around her body, feeling the contrast of smooth skin and tight rope. She continued to sit atop him, waiting for his next move. He reached towards her face, removing the blind fold and laying back again. She blinked against the light, letting her eyes adjust to the room once more. She looked over her shoulder at his face, the grin split across his lips.
“Maybe I should just leave you here for a while” He playfully joked. She rolled her eyes and strained against the ceiling hook.
He laughed and carefully slid out from under her and began to unwrap the rope. As the sensation returned to her hands and the places where the rope had touched tingled with sensitivity, she said “Maybe next time I should tie you up instead”
He grinned again as he wrapped the rope back into a neat pile. “Does that mean you enjoyed yourself?”
She sighed as she laid across the bed, spent and exhausted from so many orgasms. “Enjoy isn’t the word for that kind of experience. Ask me when I come back from the dead” She heard his laugh as he sprawled against her side, pulling her close as they lay across the bed. She sighed in contentment and knew she’d be researching rope configurations as soon as she found her energy again.