Sweet Torture 9

He was bound beautifully. The roping; art confining art. His muscles were lithe and athletic. In a kneeling position with his legs slightly spread out, she could see his cock bucking for attention.

Her response to the movement of his cock made her bite her lip softly as she murmured appreciation. The black chiffon that covered her skin was see through as to his preference. And it slid upon her skin nicely as she moved about. An allure of clothing that was desired.

This was all about the tease. Foreplay. The request today was to restrict him from release and to use him for her own desire and pleasure. The binding had taken some time and throughout it she had teased his skin with brief sensual touches of her breast and hands. By the end of it he had been groaning and resisting the urge to grasp her breast in his mouth.

As she stood admiring him, his eyes were dark as he waited for her to touch him again. His breathe was beginning to quicken as to her abandonment. He forcefully flexed his cock again teasing her to look once again at the hardened member. He tested her bindings by trying to pull his arms forward but they remained firmly to his side with his hands clasped behind.

She could see the ripple of muscles in his chest and arms. She smiled wickedly to herself. She walked over to her drawers where there was an assortment of toys. The featherer had lovely black feathers adorned to it with a rich brown leather handle. She picked it up and turned around to see him sigh with a shiver.

Her heels made her strut to him that much sexier as she grasped the featherer in her hands. He could see her own desire in her peaked nipples through the chiffon. He loved it when a woman's nipples judded through a layer of cloth. At her approach she brought the feather down and began to trail it upon his chest. He already knew where it was headed and his excitement rose at the thought of just anything touching his engorged cock.

The feathers continued their course straight down. They followed the V to his groin to which she deftly went around his cock to his balls. A groan of frustration was released from his lips and she chuckled. As she slowly dragged the feather up his inner thigh to it's quest he slightly adjusted his hips, trying to urge the feathers faster to their goal. He looked at her and saw the concentration on her face as she ever so slowly brushed just the barest of the feather along his cock.

He groaned a deep "Yesss." Her response to this was almost immediate. He watched as her face flushed and the intake of breathe. He imagined that she must have also clinched her vagina at the same time. This thought made him flex his cock again as she trailed the feathers softly down his length.

While he did this for him, he also did this for her. Watching her take command of his body was the biggest turn on. And she did it so well.

She pulled the feathers away and began a journey along the ripples of his abs up to his pecs following the muscle's lines. He worked out. And she appreciated it. As she did this he moved his head forward towards her body, to which she realized he was going towards her vagina in effort to catch a scent as if he were a hunting dog. She allowed him to think that she was going to allow it for one moment.

As his nose touched the soft chiffon and her arousal filled his nose a firm 'thwack' landed across his left thigh.

She could clearly see the reaction by the jump of his dick below his shoulder line. God damn him and his bucking bronco. He knew she liked it. She loved to watch and feel him flex his cock. It drove her wild like a bitch in heat.

Her hands where in his hair and she forcefully shoved his face into her covered pussy rewarding him with what he had been tempted by. As he inhaled deeply knowing his dick had illicited this response to which he knew he would pay for he felt pride for the action. He would further cause jeporady for himself; but she had pulled him into this sweet embrace, by just as forcefully sliding his tongue over the drenched frabic that covered such a dessert.

"OooOo", she moaned loudly. She was so turned on. She wanted so many things right now but he had made her loose control. He had misbehaved. Her grip in his hair tightened as she roughly pulled his head back to look up at her.

He let out a slip of a groan in the pleasure of slight pain this caused. He saw her eyes were stormy. Her breasts heaved in her own arousal making the chiffon press tightly against her budded nipples. Her lips were slightly swollen with the bite she must have done in his action.

He could see her resolve settle in though and he knew he was in for a sweet delight of sexual torture.