My breath escapes me in a rush as I see the soft cord dangling from your hands. You simply look at me in amusement and raise your eyebrow in question. I'm so excited that I'm shaking in anticipation, and I nod at you with a growing smile.
The pounding through my veins is like a tribal drum beating out a mating dance as you advance toward me. You hold out your hand in invitation and I take it. You lead me to a clear area of the room, near a desk, and pull out the straight-backed wooden chair. Then you return to the bed to retrieve a pillow...
I'm so turned on that I can barely see straight, let alone register what is happening. You motion for me to sit on the chair before folding the pillow in half and sliding it behind me, effectively making me sit at the edge of the chair. As an afterthought, you fetch another pillow and bring it back, propping it up on top of the first pillow to give me a cushion if I lean back against the chair.
Satisfied with your work, you move behind me. Taking a deep breath at what's about to happen, you gently take my arms and move them behind the back of the chair...
You tell me to sit straight up for slack. Crossing my wrists, you deftly bind them firmly with the cord -- not too tight -- and then you take the loose ends and loop them through a rung of the chair and tie them together, giving me just enough play to be comfortable, but I'm essentially bound.
Satisfied with your work, you circle back to stand in front of me and notice that my head's down. Half-afraid we may have already taken this too far, you quietly ask if I'm okay. My head immediately rises, my eyes collide with yours, and you can see the wild carnality there. This time your breath escapes YOU as you realize that I was probably trying to get myself in check. My eyes close for a moment, my head lowers slightly. When I next look at you, the wild look has been replaced with one of pure abandon. Abandon to you.
The sight takes you aback completely and causes your already-hardened cock to throb painfully. You're in awe of the look, and you know I don't give it to many people. You drop to your knees in front of me and reach up to pull my head down to you to claim my mouth, searing me with your heat, tasting me with your tongue. My moan is your undoing and you catch my hair in your hand to lure my head back as you blaze a trail down my neck with your lips.
I quietly cry out your name as each touch of your mouth on my skin sends an electric shock to my very core. My nipples tighten into a delicious pucker and goose-bumps form on my skin. You trail your tongue over the miniature speed bumps as you move down over the swell of my breast. Your tongue trails over the creamy skin and, without teasing me more, flicks against a pebble-hard nipple. I can't stop the cry that escapes my throat as my head falls back. I'm so wired, and the void between my legs is achingly empty. Anything you do now will simply be very, very sweet torture.
You follow with a gentle scraping of your teeth over the stiff nub. I squeal. And then you about lose it when I whisper "Harder." You gladly comply. You circle the edge of my rosy areola with your teeth and bite firmly as you slowly pull your head back, stretching my nipple, causing a scraping sensation as it slowly slides from between your teeth. I groan the entire time at your assault, whimpering when you free me of the torment.
You lean back and look at my now-quivering breasts. Not wanting to neglect the other, you raise your thumb and index finger to gruffly pinch and twist the rosy skin. I cry out and whisper my assent at the sharp pleasure/pain you're giving me. Not only am I wired now, but my clit is throbbing, and my juices are spreading to my inner-thighs.
