Her skin seemed to glow from within as she lay sprawled across the pillows covering the floor in front of the fireplace. The flames flickered across her curves, highlighting the roundness of her breasts and darkening the shadow between them. Her hands were entwined in the hair covering the head between her legs. Her back arched off of the pillows, pushing her hips tight against the tongue tormenting her aching clit.
"No, no, no," he said, rising up over her and pinning her wrists to the floor. "I told you not to touch me." She pouted, her lower lip lush and full. Her hips rose off of the floor as his hardening cock slid against her slit. She gasped as the head glanced over her clit. He teased her, his shaft gliding across her sensitive flesh. He leaned down, his lips opening against hers. His tongue slid into the silky softness of her mouth and tangled with hers. She moaned into him, begging for more.
She tensed against his hands, trying to reach for him. His knee slid between her legs, holding her helpless on the floor. She ground her cleft against his knee, aching for relief from the throbbing between her legs. "Tsk tsk. I said no," he growled. He reached over her head, drawing a pair of handcuffs from around the leg of the sofa. She watched him as he drew each arm up, locking the cuffs around her wrists. She tried to pull her arms down and failed. He had strategically placed one cuff on each side of the sofa leg. He stood up and walked into the kitchen.
He returned momentarily, a few yards of rope between his fingers. He swung it idly, dragging the frayed end over her breasts, teasing her nipples. He knelt beside her, tweaking the hard nubs between his fingers. He slid the rope behind each of her knees, tying her legs to her restrained arms. She was spread wide before him, utterly at his mercy.
He leant over her, dragging his hard cock across her cheek. She turned her head and took him deep into her throat, her tongue licking its way up and down the length of his cock. She swirled the tip of her tongue against the underneath of his head and felt a flare of satisfaction when he thrust deeper into her mouth, groaning her name. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her lips up and around his shaft, choking her with his cock. She moaned, sending vibrations thrumming through his length.
Her tongue slid teasingly against him and he pulled back, dragging his wet cock across her face. He moved between her legs and she blushed, sure that he could see all of her. She closed her eyes, bathing in the warmth from the fire. Her eyes flew open to meet his when his open hand cracked against the damp skin of her open pussy lips. She whimpered as he did it again, his hand stinging her sensitive skin. "It feels good, doesn't it, baby?" he asked her. She nodded timidly. "Talk," he demanded, "Tell me how good it feels when I slap your slutty little cunt."
"It feels very good, Sir. It makes my pussy dripping wet," she whispered.
