Allie ran to the bathroom to clean off her face, still entirely naked except for her boots. I sat back on the couch and looked around her studio. The fashion sketches pinned to the wall seemed to be her work, and I was impressed by her sense of form, her use of color.
She emerged from the bathroom, holding her boots, her feet small and delicate on the floor.
"I like your work," I said.
"Wow, my first fan," she said sarcastically.
She tossed her boots by the door and moved toward her bed. She got on her knees and rummaged through storage bins underneath it, and I watched her from the couch, her naked butt in the air.
"Aha!" she said.
She stood up and faced me, holding four black straps, each ending in velcro handcuffs.
"Who wants to be tied up first?" she said.
"You," I said.
She bit her lip and jumped on the bed. I walked over to her, took the straps from her, and she laid down flat on her back. She extended her thin arms above her head, and spread her legs out, and looked up at me vulnerably with her big hazel eyes.
I ran my fingers softly up her left arm, then wrapped the velcro band around her wrist and strapped the other end to the headboard. I leaned over her to do the same to her right arm, brushing my hands up it, watching goosebumps pop up over her pale skin.
When I'd strapped that arm in too, she pulled on her wrists, the couple inches she could move them. The headboard creaked but didn't give. She smiled and wiggled her hips.
"Perfect," she said.
I spread my fingers and drew them down the length of her arms, over the top of her chest, down over her tits. She shuddered and exhaled through pursed lips. I kept going, down her flat belly, brushing very slightly over her landing strip of pubic hair, then moved them down her thighs, her knees, her calves...
I held her feet gently as I cuffed her ankles, my fingers wrapped around her small toes, her nails painted black. Then I tied the straps to the foot of the bed, and she was fully immobilized. I stood up and looked down at her, the bed too small for her to be completely starfished, but her thin frame still spread-eagled. She was biting her lip, her small breasts heaving, her wrists and ankles lightly pulling at their bindings.
My dick had been lying flaccid this whole time, but seeing her now, completely at my whim, it started to stir again.
"What are you gonna do to me first?" she said.
I turned and walked away from the bed. I heard the straps strain at the bedrame.
"Where are you going?" she said, a note of confusion in her voice.
I entered her kitchen and opened the fridge.
"I'm getting a drink."
She didn't respond. I pulled open a drawer at the bottom, found an array of IPAs. I pulled one out and then looked around her kitchen.
"Bottle opener?" I said.
"Second drawer," she said.
I found it.
"Ah, thanks," I said.
"You're a bastard," she said.
I popped open the beer, took a swig, and walked back toward the bed. She was staring at me angrily, but I could tell she was turned on too. Her nipples were hard, the skin above her tits was flushed.
"You can't be impatient," I said.
"I'm not," she said.
"You're my prisoner. You don't have a choice."
She bit her lip at that. I stood over her, taking sips of the beer, condensation forming over the bottom of the bottle. Then I held it out over her body, watching a water droplet form at the bottom edge. I sensed Allie watching it too. It quivered... and then it dropped, right onto her bare stomach, and she jolted.
"Hoo!" she said.
I lowered the bottle toward her stomach and watched her abs tense and release, tense and release, her nerves imagining, and fearing, the sensation to come. Then the cold wet glass touched her skin, and Allie shook wildly, groaning. I dragged the bottle slowly up her belly, up, up, up, her body shaking, and dragged it between her tits.
"Open your mouth," I said.
She obeyed and I carefully turned the bottle over, pouring a small amount of beer into her mouth. Then I turned it back up, stopping the stream, and Allie closed her mouth and gulped the beer down. I took one more sip, then put the bottle on her bedside table.
I mounted the bed on my knees, then swung one knee over her body and straddled her chest, my dick hanging close to her chin. She immediately raised her head and hungrily took it in her mouth, her eyes fixed on me, making small grunting noises as she sucked on it, working to get it fully hard again. I put my hands on her small tits and started playing with them, twisting both her nipples softly. She twisted her head back and forth, her lips and tongue running all over my dick, and it started to swell again.
I took one hand off a breast and reached behind me and put it on her pussy. I felt her hips push up toward it, I rubbed her clit a couple times, then I put a finger inside her. She moaned, my cock swelled further, and she pulled her mouth off of it, her head collapsing back on the bed. My cock was almost at its full length now, and she looked up at it standing erect over her. I lowered it and laid it up her face, the base by her chin, the tip past her forehead, and her eyes crossed trying to see it all.
Then she scrunched her neck and bent her head and started licking my balls, and I started working my finger in and out of her pussy. She sucked on a testicle and I gasped and started fingering her harder. She moaned and continued sucking on my balls, her pouty lips wrapped around them, moving them back and forth with her tongue. I curled my finger to rub the top of her vagina. Her wrists jerked against their bindings and she popped my balls out of her mouth and looked up at me. Her expression was almost one of shock, her eyes and mouth wide, her eyebrows peaking up and in.
