He struggled against the ropes that kept him restrained to the bed even as he willing surrendered to the torture she was inflicting. It was impossible to say no to a tongue and soft lips wandering up and down the shaft of his cock. Not that she would have listened to him if he had. She was positioned in a way that stuck her ass in the air, and he could see the curves of it teasing him, beckoning him to grab and bite the soft skin there. He closed his eyes to the sight before him, but it was embedded into his memory by the fact that all he could do was look.
Her mouth withdrew but he kept his eyes closed. How did he get into this? He’s been here before, and each time he swore it would be the last. And then she would smile that mischievous smile of hers, and she’d start kissing him so passionately that he forgot where he was. And then all of a sudden he’d feel the ropes around his wrists and the silky fabric of her stockings against his naked skin and he’d remember that she was the devil incarnate. And now here she was, rubbing her breasts down his chest. And then he felt the moist heat of her rubbing against the head of his cock and suddenly he didn’t care how he’d gotten there. This is how it always was. She took her time torturing him, biting him where ever her teeth found skin, her nails scratching his inner thighs. Even her soft, thick hair rubbing against his skin was a delicious torment.
Finally she whispered into his ear, “I know what you want my dear. You want me to fuck you. Don’t you?”
His brain was shouting “YES!” while his mouth did nothing but groan. She laughed softly and sank down on to his cock. He felt her breath on his neck as she sighed with pleasure. His arms reached upwards to hold her to him, but the ropes stopped him before he could get far. There wasn’t anything to do but lay there while she took control of his body. She leaned back, back arched as she slowly began to move up and down in a slow, steady rhythm.
This was her favorite form of torture, and she excelled in it. She knew his body like the back of her hand, and she did everything possible to torment him. Soon the rhythm became faster and harder. The room was filled with the sounds and smell of sex which only served to excite them more. She paused for a moment to untie him, and he quickly rolled her onto her back and thrust as hard and deep as he could. Her teeth sank into his shoulder before he pulled away and lifted her legs to his shoulders. It became more primal than before, each one scratching and biting the other where ever they could. Their sweat mingled together and rolled off of them but they both ignored it. Her nails sank into the sheets as her back arched and her body shuddered against him, pussy clenching his cock tightly with the force of her orgasm.
A few moments later his finger wrapped around the damp tendrils of her hair and pulled her head back. He bit her neck none too gently..........................
Sorry folks, but I'm tired and need to go to bed. I'll finish this later