She shivered as his hands traced a slow and lazy path over her naked body. She had been lying in the bed with her arms clasped tightly above her for what seemed like an hour as he had stroked and touched and pinched her body. His fingers had roamed from her ears and face, down the hollows of her throat, stopping lightly to press on her windpipe, cutting off her breath for a short, exciting moment. He held tightly until she couldn't resist struggling just a little as a tiny thread of panic threatened to overwhelm her. Finally, she tossed her head sharply to the side, and he released her, his hands continuing their downward path as though they had never been interrupted.
Her nipples were already hard and erect and his fingers slowly and surely traced circles around them, not touching, teasing. She let out a pleading cry as she pushed her breasts up into his waiting hands, willing him to touch her, to hurt her. He obliged her by slowly pinching one nipple to life, squeezing just a bit too tight, and then laving it with his tongue. She shuddered, feeling it all the way down to her clit. Her body shifted on the bed, the chain holding her arms in place jingled obligingly.
His hands left her breasts and roamed further, running down her stomach with a light feathery touch bringing her body to a tingling peak. She felt his hands run down her thighs. She shifted again, whimpering, growing impatient, and with that movement she felt his hands clamp down hard on her legs, squeezing, hurting, holding her still.
"Shhhhhh." he hissed sharply , his fingers pressed tight into her flesh, it made her want to writhe, or kick, but she didn't dare to try. Not yet. With a slow sure movement, he slid his hands to grip the insides of her thighs, and pressed them outwards, spreading her legs wider and wider until she felt the muscles strain to their limit and she couldn't't possibly open them more. He held her there, legs as wide open as they could go, exposed to him as he stared at her. One hand slid higher, and lightly ran along the length of her slit. She was wet and trembling. Waiting for whatever pleasure he wanted to take tonight.
Carefully, he slid one finger deep into her cunt, curving it to caress the walls inside her body. "You like that baby?" He whispered to her as his fingers started slow circles inside her, she murmured her assent as she settled into his stroking. "I like to feel you like this, all tight and wet. You like it." He said, this time it wasn't a question. She shifted her hips as he continued to stroke her.
He slid another finger inside her, this one not going in quite as easily since she was wet, but still tight. She squirmed, and he smiled. "Yeah... you like that." And with no further play, he shoved another finger to join the other two, it hurt, felt like he was splitting her inside. She let out a short cry that turned into a moan as he pushed his hand hard up against her cunt, twisting his fingers in slow quick circles, widening, preparing her.
As he worked her, his other hand came down sharply, slapping her thigh. She jumped, and that small move ground her body closer to his talented fingers and hand. Instinctively, she pulled away from the invasion, causing him to spank her again, harder. She cried out. His hands stopped their work on her cunt and pulled out of her entirely, it left her feeling empty, aching for his touch again, she felt like she'd brought it on herself, like she'd been bad. She reveled in the feeling. He rose up over her as she writhed.
Her legs were still wide open and she felt him, hard and hot as he came into contact with her body. He crawled over her, his legs on each side of her settling down and sitting on her chest. She had trouble breathing, but noting that, he didn't rise up, but just gave her a second to get used to the pressure.
She could see his cock in front of her face, mostly hard, not quite ready for her. He grabbed her hair in the front. "You have some work to do." He said as he pulled her head up to meet him. She turned her face to run her lips along the side of him, licking lightly. He gripped her head with both hands though, centering her, showing her what he wanted. Slowly, achingly slowly, showing the care that he'd shown her nipples, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.
