Feeling one of his hands placed over my mouth, while the other held something very hard and cold against my throat awaked me.
"Do not speak or move unless I tell you. I will hurt you if you do not obey my commands."
I was rigidly still. My nipples were hard and pressing firmly against my satin gown. He moved his hand from my mouth and tugged at my hair. He pulled me towards himā¦ and kissed me deeply on the mouthā¦ then just as quickly, pushed me back against the bed. The hand that held the knife against my throat moved into my view. He slowly ran the knife over my left shoulderā¦ down my armā¦ back up my armā¦ until he got to the thin strap. He ran the knife under the strapā¦ pulled back quicklyā¦ and my gown was half hanging on meā¦ left breast exposed. I was in complete fear. I could tell my face was flushed with embarrassmentā¦ my bottom lip was quiveringā¦ my left nipple was fully erect for his view. He traced the outline of my breast with the tip of the knifeā¦ swirling the cold blade around my nippleā¦ terrified. My breathing became much more intense.
The knife then moved to the other strap, which he sliced in half, completely exposing my breasts. I watched as the knife moved to the material gathered between my tits, that which was the neckline. He penetrated the fabric with the knife, cutting it down to the bottom hem. He used the knife to slowly push back the gown. Almost like he was opening a package. I was lying there completely exposed in a puddle of the red satin gown I had been wearing. I shuddered as I watched him move the knife to my last part (or at least what I thought it to be) of my humility. He placed the knife under the thin ruffled side of my panties. With one fast jerk, half of the front of my panties fell from my hip and my downy fur was exposed. The knife glided over my mound. The other side was quickly cut, and I was now completely exposed. He reached down to the floor and brought up some black, nylon rope.
"Lift your arms above your head."
I hesitated momentarily. He grabbed my right nipple and tugged on it sharply. I yelped in the unexpected pain.
"Do as I say."
I raised my arms up. He wrapped the rope around my wrists five times ā then secured it to the iron bars that made up my headboard. His head bobbed down and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. His tongue lingered over it, teasing it. I let out a tiny whimper. My body began to shudder towards orgasm. He stopped and pulled away.
"Not yet young lady."
My eyes had to have widened. I was shocked. Not only at his reactions, but also at my body's. I was scared of him, but yet I yearned for his touch. He got up off of the edge of the bed.
"I will be back shortly. "
I pulled at my restraints; they were not coming loose. They only got tighter the more I struggled. Several minutes had passed. All I could think was: 'Where did he go?' 'Why had he left me here like this?' I know I had been abandoned in this vulnerable position for thirty or forty minutes. Fear was beginning to over power me. Tears puddle up in the corners of my eyes. I could feel their wetness running down my cheeksā¦ dropping on my shoulders. I finally heard a noise other than my breathing and the low hum of the ceiling fan motor. I heard the microwave door open, and cut on. It was not on very long at allā¦ no more than a minute. I heard the microwave's door open again, then close. I heard his footsteps coming up the hallway back into the bedroom. He had a bowl and spoon in his hands. I assumed it was what he had heated up. He dipped the spoon into the bowl and swirled it around. He took the spoon and slowly started to drizzle the contents over my breasts. It was hot, but cooled very quicklyā¦ pulling my skin some as it hardened.
My breasts were beginning to look like they were being decorated. I was so embarrassed, yet so hot. My nipples were fully erect again, and my pussy was so wet that my juices were oozing out of meā¦ down my inner thighsā¦ down the crack of my slitā¦ puddling up on the remnants of my panties and at my ass. He then drizzled some of this across my lips. My tongue eagerly reached out for his gift. With this taste and the slight sweet smell in the room, I could determine he was pouring heated caramel on me. It felt incredible. There was a slight sting from the heat, then would pull a little as it hardened. It felt so different, yet so terrific. Suddenly he straddled me and began cleaning off my breasts by sucking and licking the sticky caramel. He would often have to nibble harder, and even bite some, to get all of it off. I was getting extremely aroused at his enthusiasm of cleaning me off. I thrusted my hips upward, but he was too far up on my body to do anything more than to frustrate me further. As he finished his snack, he barked at meā¦
"Don't be too impatient!"
With that, he bit down hard on my left nipple making me squeal in pain and delight. He reached his hand down to my over zealous pussy. It was aching to be touched, and was totally saturated with my wetness. He ever so slightly brushed his fingers over the hairs ā making me more excited. Sensuous chills ran over my body. My hips bucked up to help make his touch 'go farther'. Instead, I felt his hand aggressively slap my aching lips.
