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Fit To Be Tied He pushes me to my knees and I go unthinkingly, caught up in the draw of my lust and his dominance. He wields it so effortlessly, with dirty words that fall from the hard, sensuous slash of his mouth. With hands that cup my jaw tenderly but crack across the flesh of my ass without mercy. Sometimes with nothing more than a look that makes me shiver and ache for his touch. “Look at you, you’ll let me do whatever I want, won’t you?” I lick my lips with a tongue that suddenly feels very dry. “Yes, Sir.” “And why is that little girl?” “Because I’m yours, Sir.” “My what?” I cringe a little, even as my pulse beats faster and I feel a gush of arousal between my thighs. “Your slut Sir.” He smiles, but it’s not a gentle, easy expression. “That’s right. My slut. Are you wet right now? From being on your knees?” I bite my lip and nod. Without warning his hand comes up and he slaps my face. It’s not hard but I gasp, mostly in surprise. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Are. You. Wet. Right. Now?” Tears brim in my eyes - not from pain, the slap didn’t really hurt. But it evoked a response that is complicated and nuanced - outrage, defiance, and they're - right at the edge of those outsized emotions - something else. Something soft and uncertain unfurls inside me. A vulnerability that I hide away from the rest of the world, buried under layers of self-protection. But I know as one tear escapes to roll down my cheek he can see everything in my eyes - my fear, my need, my love, my submission. It’s all there as I choke out “yes.” Immediately his grip on my jaw softens and becomes a caress. He smiles. “There’s my good girl.” His hand moves down my neck, across my chest to cup my breast. He squeezes firmly, then plucks my hard nipple. I feel an answering twinge low in my belly as he continues to caress me. “Open your mouth.” I obey without hesitation and am rewarded with the head of his cock brushing my lips, letting me get the musky, salty taste of him. Then he’s pushing into the warm welcome of my mouth, not stopping until he’s against the back of my throat. I try to relax but he’s so big, I can’t help but gag, squeezing down on him with my throat muscles in a way that has him groaning and gripping the back of my head. Just when I think I can’t take any more he yanks my head up and I gasp for breath, more tears flowing to smudge my mascara. My heart is racing, my blood flooded with adrenaline and arousal, and I realize I’m squirming, trying to get some much-needed pressure on my empty and aching cunt. “Squirm like that again and I’ll tie you down until you can’t move. You don’t get pleasure until I’ve had mine, sweetheart.” I know I should be scared, maybe even repulsed, but instead, I’m insanely turned on. I can’t stop the low moan his words induce, which is cut off as he shoves his cock in my mouth again. “Relax your tongue,” he murmurs from above me, and then lets out an, “Ahhhh, fuck, yes, like that,” when I obey. He moves a little slower this time, pulling me off and back onto his hard cock, going further each time until he pushes deep into my throat once more. But now I’m ready for him and I swallow against the reflex, caressing him, rewarded with filthy endearments. I can hear him groaning into that space above my head. I’m the one being used, but he’s the one unraveling, thrusting, and swearing because of something I’m doing. I can’t stop the rush of pride as he mutters raggedly. “I’m going to come.” Yes. God yes. I want his cum pouring down my throat. I want to taste it and feel it. Choke on it. His pleasure is my pleasure. I get a quick break for air and then I feel both of his hands on my head, pushing me down as far as I’ll go, to the point where my nose is buried against the hair at the base of his cock and he’s all I can see, taste and breathe. His body curls over mine, holding me tightly against him as he pumps several hard, short thrusts into my throat. Then he’s coming with this deep moaning grunt that is the most quintessentially male noise I’ve ever heard. It makes my toes curl and my cunt clench in needy response. I swallow everything he has to give me, until he finally pulls out and stands there, panting and spent, his hands still tangled in my hair, my mouth full of the taste and feel of him. “Fuck. Your mouth is divine.” His words wash over me, making me want to stretch and purr, rub myself against him in pleasure. I’m happy and content - despite the insistent thrum of my own arousal. I lean into him, my forehead against his thigh, and he indulges me. Petting my hair and praising me. Finally, he gathers the heavy strands in one fist and pulls my neck back, gently this time, until I’m looking at him. “Get on the bed. Facedown, ass up. We’re not even close to being done.” ~exoticeva *Archive  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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Excellent!   "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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I like this very much. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Excellent prose, excellent pose and excellent bondage. I love the corset, stocking and shoes combination. The manner in which her arms are bound with ropes that also connect her hands to the other bondage is very sexy. I will try to store that away in my head for the appropriate opportunity. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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The need and obedience is very clear...... "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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I know what you mean. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Excellent!
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I like this very much.
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Excellent prose, excellent pose and excellent bondage. I love the corset, stocking and shoes combination. The manner in which her arms are bound with ropes that also connect her hands to the other bondage is very sexy. I will try to store that away in my head for the appropriate opportunity.
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The need and obedience is very clear......
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Damn! Hot hot hot!
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 "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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