I wake up from a dead sleep confused and frightened. What was that sound? Before I can sit up and look around I feel a strong hand clamp over my mouth, pinning me to the bed. Another hand is pulling the covers from me, letting the cool air from the ceiling fan blow over my body. I start to struggle, panic setting in, when I hear a slight whisper telling me everything is ok. Small clues begin to filter into my mind⦠I recognize the feel of your hand on my skin, the smell of your cologne and I know I am safe but I don't do anything to change the mood the night has taken.
You feel my body relax slightly and know that it's ok to go on. Although the room is very dark, you tie a blindfold over my eyes and step away. I hear the strike of a lighter as you light a couple of candles and I hear you moving around the room. Everything is quiet except the whirling of the fan and the sound of your movements. After a few minutes you're by the head of the bed again, gently stretching out my arm. I feel you slide a loop of rope around my wrist, holding my arm out away from my body. You repeat the process on my other arm and both ankles and I can feel your eyes on me, looking at my body restrained and open for you covered only by the tee shirt and panties I went to bed in.
The mattress sags as you sit beside me, your hands sliding up and down my thighs. You move slightly away and I hear a sound I can't quite place. Almost immediately I feel cold metal on my skin, a sharp point gliding ever so lightly up my leg to the edge of my panties. Holding my breath I feel the blade pulling against the material which resists for an instant before being split in two. In moments you have cut my panties from my body and tossed the scraps away and the knife lightly traces the hollow of my throat. I trust you completely so the reason my heart pounds and my breathing get faster is the excitement of being totally in your hands. The knife cleanly slices through my tee shirt, from neck to hem, falling away, leaving my body completely exposed.
You run the tip of the blade down my body, between my tits, to my bellybutton and back up again. Having served its purpose, you put it away and return your attention to me. You kneel on the bed between my outstretched legs and begin running your hands over my skin. You can feel the light slickness from the oil I smoothed over my skin after my shower. Your hands rub the insides of my thighs, coming close to but never touching my freshly shaved pussy.
I move against the ropes, not trying to get free but trying to get you to touch my wet slit but your hands keep moving, teasing, and rubbing me. Over my tummy, up my rib cage, tickling slightly, your hands move to cup my tits. I feel the roughness of your jeans against my thighs, realizing you're still dressed make my state of undress and restraint feel even more vulnerable which turns me on even more. Your fingers dig into the flesh of my tits hard enough to let me know there will be tiny bruises there in the morning as a sexy reminder of the night and drawing a gasp from me.
My nipples press hard against the palms of your hands, aching for your attention. You roll them between your finger and thumb, pinching them firmly, making me moan. Twisting them gently, you pull my nipples up, away from my body, holding them there a moment and releasing them. I unconsciously suck my bottom lip into my mouth and try to rub my throbbing pussy against your thigh. You push your knee to my pussy as you lean forward. Your hands squeeze my tits tightly, pushing the together and lowering your mouth to my nipples, sucking first one then the other, alternating sucking and biting each one in quick, hard movements as I grind my aching pussy against the rough denim covering your knee.
The ropes bite into my wrists as I try to grab your head and pull you even closer. The ropes keep my hands out to the sides and my frustration makes me cry out. Your mouth leaves my nipples and moves up my chest, nibbling and nuzzling the curve of my neck, driving me insane. The tip of your tongue traces my lips before pushing inside my mouth. I feel your clothed body pressing against my naked skin as we kiss wildly, nipping at each others lips, your hands balled up in my hair, pulling my head back.
You break the kiss and begun dropping sucking kisses around my jaw line, my cheeks and back to my neck. Taking the loops of rope from my wrists and then my ankles, you instruct me to turn over, lying on my stomach. You slide the ropes back into place, leaving me spread eagle, face down on the bed. You are between my legs again, your hands moving slowly up and down my body, lingering to cup and squeeze the cheeks of my ass. I feel your breath on the skin at the back of my knee a split second before your lips touch me there, a wet kiss with your tongue swirling around on my skin. I moan as your mouth moves up the inside of my thigh, kissing, licking, biting and sucking. My hands grab the ropes as the incredible sensations wash over my body in waves.
Your mouth is just a breath away from the damp heat of my pussy when you pause, waiting, teasing me. I can feel your breath and I struggle to bring myself into contact with you but it is useless. You watch my frustration growing, my animal lust for you coming to the surface and you chuckle softly, enjoying making me squirm and beg, completely at your mercy. Without touching my pussy you begin your journey down the inside of my other leg, licking, kissing, biting and sucking your way to my toes. When you've run out of skin to tease there, you move back up and start the same treatment on my ass and lower back. I love having you lick and kiss my back and you know how crazy it drives me.