"I really hope you like leather dear. I'm going to start gentle; slow. I'm going to make it painful at first."
Chris slowly made his way over to Anna and cut open her shirt with a knife; exposing the smooth skin of her breasts and stomach. The tense sweat glistening in the sun light that crept through large bay windows in the penthouse apartment that overlooked the city.
"Now why would you do something like that Chris? Why would you torture me like that?"
"Because it's what you want."
He slowly leaned in and began to nibble on her ear; casually making his way down to the nape of her neck. He kissed gently across her collar bone while raking his nails lightly over the skin on her back. Just enough to leave marks...but not enough to draw blood. That would come later.
He reached to the sheath on his hip and slowly takes the knife from its' confining home. Softly he ran the tip of the blade across her breasts, reveling in the soft moan that escaped Anna's throat. Quickly and cautiously he slid the knife between her ample breasts and cut the front of her bra, freeing two of the most perfect breasts in the world. Anna's nipples stood abruptly at attention in the combination of the excitement and the chill of the AC.
He began to nibble at each nipple, not hard enough to hurt, but with just enough pressure to send tingles up and down her spine; enough to make her squirm against the leather straps that bound her. He used his free hand to work his way down the front of her stomach; down the front of pants; into her panties to find a nicely swollen clit with his fingers. He began to roll her clit between his fingers, softly at first, then with slightly increasing pressure. At the same time, he bit into her nipples and ran his nails down her back leaving welts that would burn later. He knew he would hear about it too.
After a few moments, Anna began shaking and moaning. Chris let this go on for a few minutes knowing that she was close to her first orgasm. Just before the start of her release; he stopped, knowing that it would just make things that much better when he started again.
"You are such an asshole Chris. I can't believe you would do something like that."
With a smirk on his face he brought the knife back out and teasingly ran it across her stomach. He used it to cut down the seams of her pants. The knife ripped through the denim of her jeans with ease. Like cutting butter with a hot knife. When he finished; she was left standing there in all of her beauty, tied up in only a lacey black thong.
He dropped to his knees and began to nibble at her inner thighs...the whole time he could smell the sweet juices that were building up within her. 'That right there is the scent of heaven' he thought to himself as he worked his way closer to her magnificent pussy.
Distracted with the biting on her inner thighs, she didn't even notice when Chris used the knife to cut away her thong with two swift strokes.
There it was. With juices glistening in the sun that fell through the curtains of the French doors. The doors that led out to the roof of the Manhattan apartment building where their apartment was.
He bit his way up her thigh to what was until just moments ago, her panty line. He kissed and licked back and forth across that line for a few seconds before working his way over her swollen clit. He licked his lips with anticipation just before he took her whole clit into his mouth. He sucked on it, gently at first, then a little bit harder as the moments passed. Sucking on it and rolling it across the stainless steel barbell in his tongue.
He worked the top ball of his tongue ring under her hood and slowly raked his teeth across the top of her swollen clit. He then worked his tongue down between her full glistening pussy lips; lapping up every drop, taking care not to miss any; indulging in the heavenly taste and aroma of her juices.
Her moans grew more frequent and closer together. Her body writhed with pleasure making it hard for Chris to taste her.
Moments quickly turned to minutes. His jaw began getting sore, but he didn't care. He was after one thing. Make her cum. To feel the sweet warm juices run down the back of his throat, to taste all of her. With the way she was shaking it wouldn't be too long. To help her along he took one of his hands and reached as far up her back as he could. He buried his fingernails as far into her back as he could get them and slowly drug them down.
She arched her back and bucked her hips. He had to use his other hand to hold her in place so that he didn't lose that beautiful pussy for a moment of time. All at once he took her clit back into his mouth and sucked it firmly.
That's all it took. The combination of his nails in her back and her clit in his mouth was enough to send her into an intense orgasm. He struggled to keep her clit in his mouth. He wanted to taste it all but she just wouldn't hold still. So he had to improvise; he took two fingers of his left hand and buried them deep into her pussy to help keep her in place.
After a few moments the orgasm stopped and her body went limp; hanging there from the straps in the door way. She was shaking, and weak, and breathed heavily...but she had never been more satisfied in an orgasm.
"Well now that it's done...now I'm going to take you somewhere and fuck you senseless. I'm tired of being nice. This is going to be rough."
Through heavy gasps all she could say was,"It's about time that you fucked me baby."
He bent down and began to untie her ankle straps from the doorway, then rose to untie her wrist straps from the doorway. He grabbed her wrist straps in one hand and led her into the back bedroom.
The room looked like all it had ever been used for is sex. There were dildos, chains, leather straps and whips everywhere you looked. Chris led Anna over to what looked to be a very comfortable bed and threw her on to it. Chris proceeded to tie her up once more, one strap to each corner of the bed.
