Bound To Him
Bound To Him - Sex and Submission
Rope bound her arms behind her back, each of her hands meeting the opposite elbow. Another length formed an elaborate cage around her body, squeezing and lifting both breasts, and extending down in a lattice that culminated in two lengths vanishing between her thighs. Whenever she moved, the rope either spread her pussy, or pinched at the lips, teasing and torturing.
So she tried not to move.
That wasn’t easy. She was kneeling, and her Master stood before her, holding his cock in his hand. She had to suck it, no hands, and he wasn’t making it easy. She had to lean forward to do it, tipping her balance so that all she had to hold her up was him. It forced his cock down her throat, and she choked each time. Still he made her do it.
She dove again; taking him in as far as she could, right to the back of her throat. It choked her, but she loved the feeling of being full of him, and if she pleased him like this, he’d take her and he’d fuck her, as a reward.
She managed most of it, only the last inch or so defying her. He didn’t say a word, damn him, didn’t even give her a moan or a sigh to let her know she was doing well, and so when he yanked her up she wasn’t sure if she should be excited or scared.
He shoved her over the table, her bound breasts digging painfully against it, nudged her legs apart with his foot. She wobbled on the heels of her boots a little, spread her legs. To the rings attached to the ankle of each boot he attached a spreader bar, so that she couldn’t close her legs, and then he came around the table, hitched a leash to her collar, fed it through a ring on the side of the play table, and latched it tight.
She could hardly move at all. He loosed the knots that held the rope between her thighs, shoved his cock into her.
Immobile, all she could do was take the thrusting of his cock, unable to control speed or depth, just accepting what he gave her, trusting that he’d work her up to the edge of orgasm if he wanted her there. She fought to keep from demanding more, bit her lips and tongue until they were sore. His hands caressed her naked ass, and she felt his pleasure then, in the tenderness with which he stroked her. She had pleased him!
Her orgasm broke over her when he reached around, rubbed her clit, whispering encouragement into her ear. She bucked back as well as she could, panting and breathless, and then felt him come inside her, scalding hot, twitching.
The orgasm’s last aftershocks faded as he slid from her, but she still glowed within. Her greatest pleasure was in serving, in having served well. She was, in every sense of the words, bound to him, forever. He was her Master. She was owned.
~Alexandra Rose~