Copyright Angela
St. Lawrence
Published at Tit-Elation.com
“I’m not so sure about this.”
You smile, looking into her eyes as you continue to gently wind
the nylon cord around her slender wrists. She looks so vulnerable,
so frail, so perfect. Her hesitation quickens your hunger; you feel
it, a rapid flair deep in your belly.
“Sweetheart, just relax.”
Your voice is quiet, almost a whisper. You watch the lift and fall
of her naked breasts as she breathes, petite sighs of trust and
tremor mixed together. You raise her wrists to the headboard.
“Oh.”
It’s barely a word, more of a shuddered gasp or nervouse moan,
that escapes her lips as you tie her wrists, there above the carmel
tresses of her upswept hair. You tighten the knot you’ve made
and she whimpers. It rushes through you again. A roiling quake of
lust and desire. You swallow. You want to take her now. No, not
yet. You swallow again.
“Does that hurt?”
“No. It’s okay.”
“Spread your legs, Amy. Put your feet out to the edges of the
bed,” you say, moving down to the footboard and unfurling a
new piece of rope. You watch her legs slowly widen. The flesh at
the top of her inner thighs quivers. The lips of her cunt part slightly,
and you can see its inner moistness.
“You look so beautiful.”
She doesn’t smile, doesn’t say anything, just looks at
you from under her thick lashes. Tenderly cupping the heel of her
right foot, you begin coiling the white cord around her ankle. The
flesh there is pink and taut, hot and dry against your knuckles.
As you secure the cord, her calf raises slightly from the bedspread.
She is your captive. Knowing this, seeing this, takes your breath
away, but you quickly reach for the other foot.
Finally she is stretched before you. White cord binding her porcelain-smooth
ankles and wrists, she is a sacrificial goddess, your goddess, your
beloved.
“Fuck me.”
“What?”
“I said fuck me. Now that you have me tied up like this, fuck
me.”
You hesitate.
“I mean it. Do it.”
This comes out in a rush of words, a sob, as she arches her back
and pushes against the cords.
And so you mount your bound goddess.
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