Sitting at the kitchen table drinking my morning coffee and reading the paper, I didn't hear her soft footsteps until a moment before she wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her lips into my neck. Ellen's arms snaked down my chest, over my stomach and down to my thighs. She bit down, causing me to wince slightly as the delicate strands of her long, light brown hair cascaded over my neck. I had gotten up early that morning and left her to sleep in, and it seems she'd woken up in a very playful mood. As she continued to nibble on my neck, one hand slid back up my thigh and under my shorts, and I instantly became hard.
"Good morning, baby," Ellen sexily whispered into my ear. "I'm hungry, and I don't mean for food." When Ellen wanted something, there was no subtlety about it, she got what she wanted.
I turned in my chair and she planted her lips on mine. Our tongues met, dancing together, my hand reaching for the side of her face, running back through her hair. Our kissing increased in intensity, hands roaming over each others' bodies, undressing each other as we kissed until suddenly she bit down hard on my lower lip. I pulled back in pain and saw the wicked glint in her eye. She was baiting me. She didn't want to be loved this morning, she wanted to be dominated. And after a bite like that, who was I to deny her? Sweetness and wicked mischievousness wrapped up in the sexiest little package any man had been lucky enough to lay eyes on - that was my Ellen.
Standing up, I reached for her hair again, but instead of running my hand gently through it, this time I grabbed it forcefully and pulled her head back, exposing her neck to me. I leaned down and alternated between kisses and bites on her neck. She reached out with her arms and pushed at my shoulders, pushing away from me, teasing me. I brushed her arms aside and pulled her back to me, making her feel my hard cock rub up against her stomach. Again she pushed away from me, smiling, almost gloating that she could turn me on so much and then try to walk away.
But being so turned on I wasn't going to let that happen. I suddenly ducked down and reached behind her legs, picking her up and throwing her naked form over my shoulder. It happened so quickly and unexpectedly that Ellen couldn't do anything to stop it. "Oh my God," she simply said. I carried her into the living room and put her down next to the coffee table.
I gave her a stern look as I chided her, "Tease me and then push me away will you? That's not going to happen today. You've been a bad girl." I pushed her onto the lounge and walked over to the linen cupboard in the hallway. I opened the door and pulled out two ropes and returned to the lounge. Upon seeing what I was carrying, Ellen couldn't help but grin.
Standing over her, I grabbed her by the hair again and made her stand beside me. I reached down for her arms, pulled her wrists together behind her back and turned her around. Holding her wrists together with one hand, I drew the hair away from the back of her neck with my other and kissed it briefly, then grasped it and pushed her head down towards the coffee table. At first, she bent at the waist, resisting my efforts to make her submit, but with the pressure I applied on her neck she relented and her knees bent with her. She knelt down on the floor, her breasts squashed beneath her as I forced her chest down across the table, her head hanging over the other side. Still holding her neck with one hand and her wrists with the other, I spread her legs apart with my feet. I pulled her wrists up slightly, not enough to hurt her, just enough enough to keep her head down and prevent her from getting any ideas about twisting out of this position. I picked up one of the ropes and wrapped it tightly around her wrists, then tied her legs down to the table. With those securely in place, I undid the rope around her wrists, spread her arms across the table and tied them in place. Naked and completely submissive, she looked so pretty tied down to the table.