In A Minute

In a minute, he undressed her, admiring her nudity, his mind replaying the images of the last time, he had offered an orgasm which she was kind enough to let it happen to her. Her skin felt warm like the bonfires, just a touch and she could wither. He placed his kisses over her shoulder, he wanted her to know what he was about to do.

"Shibari is an art, a Japanese art. A stunning art to colour the skin red to pleasure to pain and a domination imposing the submissive into an emotional and sensuality state of mind and body."

A finger was down her spine drawing her attention to his touch again but then the hoarse voice of his did otherwise.

"And I want you to be my princess in the shabari."

He looped the rope, through her hands which he had placed behind her back, he took his sweet time, intricately knotting the rope.

The rope stuck to her skin, imprinting itself, as he tugged on it tying it below her breasts then surrounding lastly turning it around her waist. A moan bubbled through her lips when he brushed his fingers over her erected nipple. He helped her climb the bed and she kneeled on her knees.

He resumed the tying, he brought the rope front that it dangled on her chest. He pulled on the ropes that had arched her breasts more firm and full, he picked the rope and looped it between them, tightening it more and secured it knot behind her back in another knot.

He stepped away admiring his work of art, his Y/N. The hemp ran all over her torso and it provided solace in its own way. Her lips were swollen and dripping wet just like she was wet for him.

Her movements were restricted and he knew that was a leverage for him to touch her and feel her the way he wanted. Y/N lifted her head and gazed at him with anything but pure innocence in her eyes, and unfortunately that pissed him off.

He unbuttoned his shirt hastily closing in on her.

V gripped her jaw and licked her lips with his long tongue, he was being so leisurely patient. He skimmed his hands down to her breasts, kneading them roughly in his palm. Her mouth fell open, her body jerking up to the coldness of the metal that out of blue showered her delicacy with red lines drawn to his likeness.

Her eyes remained shut even when the coldness was replaced with a warm wet licking across her bud. She arched her back, offering her more to her predator.

He raised his eyebrows at her actions and in a swift motion backed away pushing her on her back. He hovered her and brought the gag closer to her wetness. He reached his fingers first penetrating her. He hurled two of them in her, scissoring his movements in her crucial points.

He watched her face scrunch with pure pleasure. She wasn't as dirty she was after all.

"Open your eyes and look at me, watch how I crumble you into mine."

A smirk acted on his lips when she raised her head up at him. He could make out the need and lust in them.

Every feature of her face was creased, as he dipped her deep into the sins of desire. Her chest heaved when he hit a soft spot in her. He loved every bit of the response that left her sweet bratty mouth. Sudden urges came up him and he pulled out his fingers, watching wrecked self calm down, good for him, he had just climbed her a few steps.

He plunged the gag into her hole, the straps wrapped around his fingers. Her mind was insane to the prior pleasure and the sudden huge intrusion took her by surprise and confusion. She opened her eyes, squinting them at him only if he had been looking at hers. Her eyes travelled down his toned body.

She licked her dry lips and winced when she tasted blood and the cut. Her hands itched to be freed, she wanted to roam her hands all over him, make him watch her as it pleased the parties.

V wet the gag whole and pulled it out, he grinned, she knew something was on his mind, he first licked his fingers clean, resulting sounds in a pop.

"Taste yourself for me!"

He parts her lips with his tongue, his skin touched hers, the hemp scratching his skin with its rough texture. She opens it wide and is startled when he pushes the gag inside and ties it around.

"Push your tongue and taste for me sweetheart!"

Her tongue swiped across the plastic, her moans were dissipated. He unbuttoned his pants. He hovered her once again yet the mere feel of his skin, they both wanted was eluded. He licked the plush flesh of her breast with the tip of his tongue.

Though he kept his best involvement of her attention to his tongue, she jolted forward when he entered her tight walls.

Warmth assembled sinked in every sensation of his body. Her clenching around him repeatedly, brought him towards what he not determined as his goal, but yet it was something he would love.

He was home. His soul, his body, his sanity attained a kind of peace that overwhelmed him to a such a point that this sex was becoming a route to his home.

He gripped her hips pushing himself deeper into her sensitive bundle of nerves. His mind was cancelling all sounds to his brain, as in her moans and pleads to him were just now a movement of her mouth.

V forced himself out of her and hastily twirled her around on her fours. Her body inclined down, her face getting mushed over the soft mattress.

She winced when he gently swiped his hand across her bare ass. He dipped his fingers down her asshole to her crack where he was in seconds ago. She arched her back, her hairs covering the beauty of her face. He replaced his hand with his cock and plunged himself front. That force made her weak with her limbs leading to the failure of her balance.

He chuckled sarcastically and pulled her up against his torso. She was drooping. He looped his arms around her upper abdomen, putting her against his bare chest.

The music flowed in its heightened wave and he felt it stir deep in his black heart. He wanted to be played and he wished Y/N would play him hard like a violin. He watched the visuals deafening their grunts and moans that made them more sinner than they were.

Y/N had been casted to take all his plunges, her upthrusts in the air was nearing the guy drunk in her closer to his orgasm.

Not when did she start tightening her walls around him, he barely stuttered out broken grunts about how much of a heaven this was. His cock was hard and erect brushing across her delicate flesh.

"You want more, baby?" So much of mockery he laced out, his grin saying it all. Oh baby!!

As you never before

Love me

Pray me

Break me

Making it for yourself

She shook her head, scattering all his mischief into annoyance. He licked a stripe along her neck, biting on her weak point.

Her heart fluttered as she looked into his dark brown eyes, she felt herself experiencing a deep eccentric vibe from his side, she swiped her tongue across her drying lips, she couldn't help but mutter curses low.

He whispered his desires for her, all he wanted this moment was, this should never end.

He cocked his head and focused on her stuttered breathing, it aroused an unknown emotion, he gripped her hip hard, his face falling in the bow of her shoulder. His fingers swiped through her drippy folds, he fought back his urge to push his finger inside.

"Ahhah V!"

She pitched and felt him milking her down her slippery walls with his twitching cock. Her eyes shut, her body and her soul enjoying every bit of his high and felt that strong familiar sensation in the pit of her stomach and she knew she had been blessed. Yet no for long enough, she passed out in his arms.

V grew conscious of it and gently got her off him. It was exhaustion. He untied her, placing her on the clean covers. He clothed himself up and cornered her face.

"We aren't even done. Not halfway through and you're passing out on me. Not fair, right?"

He leaned down kissing her forehead. He, for one last time glanced at that angelic face and was on his way where he had promised he would be.