Bound 91

She had tied him to the chair and left, just walked away leaving him trapped and completely exposed. He had no way of knowing how much time had passed, five minutes, ten minutes, an hour? He had no way of measuring the time since she had him wearing earplugs and a blindfold as well. He tried to listen intently for any sound that would tell him what was coming, anything to give him a clue as to what to expect but only heard his own breathing, his heart beating and music.

He jumped when he felt her hand in his hair roughly forcing his head to the side as she ran her tongue up the length of his neck. Making her way to his ear, she grasped the lobe between her teeth and tugged. He gasped then moaned in response, the sensations of her attentions heightened with his senses limited. He felt her free hand move up his arm, letting her nails graze against his flesh as she went. Her hand in his hair kept him firmly in place as her mouth made a trail of kisses and bites that traveled to his shoulder. Standing straight, she pulled his head back against her breast, leaned down and kissed him roughly on his mouth.

His tongue sparred with hers as her hand moved over his chest. She took his left nipple and rolled the hardened bud with her fingertips gently before squeezing his tender flesh. He moaned his approval into her mouth as they kissed.

Raking her nails across his chest, he hissed at the exquisite pain she caused. She knew how he loved to feel pain and he knew how she loved to inflict it.

She abruptly moved away from him, leaving him for minutes to wait in anticipation of her next move. Turning his head from side to side, he knew he would not be able to hear any sounds yet hoped the blindfold might shift just enough to allow the briefest of glimpses into what might be taking place. No such luck, however it was not long before he felt something brush his thigh.

Not sure what it was but certain it was not her hand, his muscles tensed; feeling the soft movement against his thighs, moving back and forth over his flesh creating delicate tickles and causing shivers to course through him.

Recognition dawned on him as he recalled his lovers' favorite toy. Her cherished cat o' nine whip. Abruptly, the tickles were replaced with a sharp sting against his left thigh as the whip was brought down in a quick flick. He gasped in response as another sharp blow came down on his right thigh just seconds later. Braced for another strike of the whip to his flesh, he was surprised to feel her lips press to the welts created. The heat of her breath and the feel of her moist lips on his inner thighs cause a groan of desire he could no longer contain. Her hands slid up his calves then to his thighs and up to his hips, stroking softly and gently.

Rubbing her face against his leg she slowly made her way to the juncture of his thighs and ran her tongue up the length of his arousal. Her tongue making circles around the peak of his erection, she slowly slid her mouth over him, taking him in fully as she raked her sharp nails down the length of his thighs causing him to cry out from the mixture of pleasure and pain she created. Her hands moved to him, one stroking, one cupping, both loving in tender time with her mouth. She pushed him to the brink before stopping abruptly, denying him his pleasure.

He was left alone once again to wonder if she was still in the room. He sat in the chair he was tied to, panting, a thin layer of sweat appearing on his brow. When he felt the whip again, this time against his right shoulder, he shuddered in anticipation. This time the strikes were gentle slaps against his arm, once, twice, the third time harder than the first, the fourth causing him to bite his lip from the sting and the fifth strike, an exquisite pain the made him growl.

Her hand went roughly to his face, imprisoning him for the onslaught of her mouth on his. He kissed her hungrily, devouring. When she pulled away, he felt the whip once again; this time to his left shoulder. This time he knew what to expect. The strikes of the whip, each one more forceful than the last left him moaning and panting and begging for more. He groaned as she ran her tongue over his nipples, flitting and dancing over his flesh. Her hand went to his still hard arousal and he couldn't contain the moan as her movements made him shudder.

Before he knew what to expect, she removed his blind fold and earplugs. He looked at her hungrily, as a starving man and when she straddled his lap, his mouth sought hers once again. Her hand moved between them as she positioned him for her decent. Their eyes met as she slid over him, a tight sheath for his erection. Once the two were fully joined, she leaned to the side and untied his hands. His hands were instantly on her as he stroked her breasts, rubbing his thumbs against her nipples, making electric currents run through her. She leaned back allowing his mouth the pleasure of exploration as his tongue made a trail down the length of her neck, her chest, her breast, to capture a pink bud.

Her hands worked quickly at the ropes keeping his ankles captive and once released his first act as a free man was to grab her by the waist and while still joined, stood and made his way to the nearest wall. Her legs wrapped around him tightly and her nails dug fiercely into his shoulders. Her back was pressed to the wall roughly as his hips began to move against her. He was not going to take his time.

Their moans echoed above the music as he moved within her. Her teeth going to his shoulder before her head went back against the wall and she cried out from the force of her orgasm. As the waves pulsed through her, his hand came hard against her backside, once, twice and then again as she was hit with another wave. Feeling her body shudder against him, he let himself go with a bellow as he shoved his hips hard against her. His head back, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of her buttocks, his nearly lost his footing from the force of his body's release.

They clung to each other panting, sweating, hot and spent. For the moment. The night had only just begun. He couldn't contain his smile.