This is Part 2 of my fantasy on what happens when an angel meets a stranger aka the sequel to Naughty Theatrics. Thank you for your sweet comment and feedback on my first story. I never expected more than 1500 views in the first five days. I hope you enjoy this one as much if not more, angel. Any comments and feedback are definitely looked forward to and appreciated. Thanks!
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Fear. It is the most primal of instincts that humans can experience. Fear of the unknown. It's terrifically terrifying.
I understood that as I woke up, my eyes barely adjusting to the morning's light in the room. It wasn't the light that scares me. It was the sound and the trapping of my freedom. As I tried to move my right arm, I realized I was bound by my wrist to the bed's posts. I looked on my other side and sure enough, my left wrist was chained too.
Realization of that drove the grogginess out of my eyes and I was looking all across the room. This bed wasn't mine but it was still soft and comfortable. The room wasn't mine either, but beautifully maintained. I tried to scoot up and sit and I felt it once more. I was completely chained to the bed's posts. Each of the corners was holding the restraints that were cuffed at my wrists and my ankles. They didn't hurt but were satiny soft and looked delicate and gorgeous. Hats off to my captor for her style quotient.
I was splayed out right at the middle of this soft bed with my wrists and ankles cuffed up and on my back. Oh, I was completely naked. My cock was pointing up, oblivious to the world. It was hard and throbbing. I had to admit it. This was a complete turn on for me at that moment. I could blame it on morning wood. But I didn't. It was exciting, I admitted to myself as I lay there naked, waiting for my captor. Like a gift, but wrapped with four shackles.
It was also because I knew where I was. I had spent a night with an angel and now I was in her domain. I just sighed and rested on her bed thinking about her. Thinking about you. Thinking about a dream that I had of getting a sloppy, wet blowjob from your gorgeous lips this morning.
Naturally, I was also thinking about last night's theatrics in the old theater where we fucked each other without caring about anything else but the need to please each other and ourselves. The pure ecstasy I felt when I pushed inside your tight little pussy and when you splashed your juicy cum all over my cock. The pleasure I felt when you smiled and accepted my offer to trust me again after you wobbled out of the theater.
That's how I ended up here, in your bed. Rushing to your home, I was inside you again just barely after we made our way through the door of your house. Grabbing your beautiful dark hair as I fucked you to another round of ecstatic orgasms...mmm...
My blissful reverie was broken when I caught the hint of a shadow and then in peeked a naughty, seductive angel with a smile on her face. I just watched as I saw you walk in, naked while sipping on a glass filled with juice. My cock was throbbing again, completely hard and thick with desire. My desire to feel your warmth, your heat, your and your touch all over me.
I know you were watching my throbbing cock. It was fascinating, watching you watch my cock. The glint of lust that made your big blue eyes shine brighter. It gave me a sense of power even when I was clearly powerless before you right now. I moved my hips just a tad slightly and my cock was throbbing harder and that broke your focus and you giggled at me, looking at my face again. You had your hand on your right hand on your hips while you sipped the juice and asked me, "Thirsty?"
I was thirsty. Thirsty for you. I tried to speak and felt a tiny hitch in my throat. My throat was parched and I realized I could definitely use a sip of that juice on your hand. I nodded slightly and you came across with a big smile on your lips.
As you walked near me, all of my attention was completely on your beautiful body. The light in the room was glorifying your naked body and its delights. I watched in pure awe as your tits swayed and bounced ever so softly. They were big and round and just so perfect, with your breasts swaying in an invisible rhythm to the one of your hips. Curvy hips, seductively swaying as you walked across and it was all I could do to just breathe. It was breathtaking.
"Do you know why you are chained up?" I heard you whisper into my ears with a nibble on my earlobe. I couldn't help but moan and whisper, "No". You giggled at my moan and with that seductive voice, you whispered back "It's because you are a bad, bad boy."
Without waiting for my answer, you nibbled my ears again, gently kissing it as you spoke, "I woke up and your cock was throbbing and I'm a good little girl, and I couldn't have your cock throbbing alone with no relief, so I just slid down and grabbed your cock while you slept and stroked it up and down slowly."
I just gulped, imagining it in my mind as you continued with your seductive voice. "I moved my hand up and down and then slid my tongue all over your cock. I even licked and sucked both of your balls." and then you leaned your head back as you looked at me with a slight pout built on your lips, "My bad stranger, didn't budge from his sleep. You are such a deep sleeper", you said while shaking your head with that pout.
I couldn't help feel bad at that. I regretted being knocked out from the world and not waking up to the sexiest blowjob, even if it was from being tired out after a night of the best sex ever. But, I won't deny it. I was mesmerized by that sexy little pout on your face. The way your lips and all the features on your face changed into this mixture of cuteness and sexiness. I just gulped softly and gave you my best impression of puppy eyes filled with guilt as I realized the dream earlier was actually happening to me. "I'm so sorry. I want to make up for that. Please."
You just smiled and brought your hand over my hair and ruffled it, softly caressing my hair up and down. "Do you know, bad boys need to be punished for that. Are you willing to be punished?" You giggled as I just looked into your bright blue eyes and nodded softly, as you continued, "Don't worry. I will teach you to be a good boy made for a good girl like me".
The way you were being so gentle, smiling sweetly and just playing with my hair as you said that, it was just amazing. But, I am not a fool. Just one look into your eyes and I could see the smoldering features burning in your eyes.
Like a huntress, reassuring her prey that it's going to be all right before going for the final kill, you were preparing me for your punishment. But, I knew this punishment would be the best punishment anyone can ever get. I was a bad boy and I deserved to be punished. It was making me completely hard and horny, watching you naked with your round tits swaying as subtly as you breathed, with your gentle touch on my hair, your seductive voice ringing in my hair. I was looking forward to being punished.
I watched as you leaned in and gave me a chaste kiss on my lips. I tried to open my mouth to invite you. But, you just stepped back. The punishment had begun already. You turned around and walked away from me. I watched as your sweet firm ass danced gently in the rhythm to match the movement of your curvaceous hips and I was licking my lips, watching that. Etching those set of images into my brain for eternity. You walked up to your table, setting the glass of juice on the table top and bent over and I breathed into a moan as I saw you. Your ass propped up high, your tight little pussy on display as you looked over your shoulders, moving your hair flowing down, away. You smiled naughtily as you asked, "Are you thirsty?"
I couldn't answer. I was dazzled by you. Watching you bent over, looking at me, teasing me. I tried to move against my restraints but it was a tight fit and I couldn't break free. I wanted to get up and fuck you right then. To be inside your tight little hole and fuck you while you were bent over and make you moan while you were wrapped all over me as I used you for my pleasure. You fully understood your own power as you just popped your ass back slowly, shaking your hips seductively while you went through a drawer and picked out a vibrator and just giggled as I moaned watching you get up and turn around.
You walked towards my chained form. "If you want some juice, you will have to make me cum first", saying that, you climbed on top of my chest, and I just watched and enjoyed the feel of your skin on mine. I was trying to peek below as I felt the hint of wetness on my chest and you rose up and sat down again on my chest. I groaned inwardly, wishing you were rising up and down on my hard cock that's been pointing upward, throbbing on and on for you.
Giggling, you sat up again on my chest and looked at my eyes and I knew you could see it, my need to have you on my cock, written all over my face. You slid the vibrator from your hand, trailing invisible lines from your lips, to your chin, your neck, taking it down over to your nipples. Just running it softly over them and moaning softly and then taking it down to your navel. Circling your vibrator, around your navel as I watched the show in front of me, unable to join in. Trapped as a spectator, a pout on my lips as I sat through your punishment.
My throat, parched from before was dry now. My mouth just lay open as I watched you bring the vibrator down to your clit and ran slow, teasing circles over it. Watched the pleasure on your face as you closed your eyes and gave in to the sensations running over your clit as you rubbed the vibrator on it.