by Tilly Greene
Having felt his hard-on pressed against her and holding it in her hand, she was eager for him to take down his pants so she could see his cock firsthand. She shouldn’t have been surprised when he didn’t do what she’d expected, and yet she was groaning under her breath with disappointment. Instead of taking his pants off, he turned to the side and pressed a button that dropped the padded cuffs with a metallic clinking sound. She looked them over before reaching up and touching them.
“They feel very soft.” She wasn’t sure why she was whispering. Maybe it was having the cuffs drop before her that made what they were about to do very real.
“Like I said, I’d never want you harmed.” He pressed another button and a spotlight lit directly on her while the rest of the room fell into inky blackness.
“Hamish?” She heard the nervousness lacing her voice and was surprised by it. In a bid to calm herself, she raised her eyes back to where she’d last seen him, except now it was too dark to see anything.
“It’s all right, don’t be scared. I want to see you, only you and your passion.” He stepped into the light so she could see him. Once he placed his hands on her, held her close so she could hear his heart beat, she felt more at ease, or as much as she could be while turned on as much as she was.
“Are you ready?” Hamish leaned back and smoothed his hands over her back as he spoke.
As if there’d been any doubts about what she was going to do. Grace eagerly nodded, ready for whatever came next.
After her assent had been given, he turned her around and dropped a gentle kiss on her shoulder. When his hands left her, she saw them reappear in front of her, reaching up and bringing the cuffs down. Without saying another word, he opened one cuff and patiently waited for her to place a wrist within the soft cushion. There was no question in her mind what this man had to offer was what she wanted and moved her hands forward to be locked together. Once both wrists were secured in the suspension cuffs, he spoke from over her shoulder.
“Are you all right, Grace?”
“Yes, yes, they’re comfortable, secure.” Slowly he released her hands and they stretched up above her head. She wasn’t being pulled, although it would definitely take effort for her to bring them back down.
Restricting her body’s movements turned her on. Anticipation of what was about to happen took over. Her breathing sped up and her pulse increased rapidly with need. All of a sudden she felt cold and nervous, while on the next breath, hot and needy. It was this mixture of emotions found in bondage and domination play that kept her coming back for more.
“Okay?”
“Oh yes, Hamish, yes. Everything is wonderful.”
With her answer, he stepped away. In an instant she missed his presence. She could hear a rustling sound behind her and knew he was still in the room, although nowhere near enough for her liking. It sounded like he was breathing more heavily and this from a man who hadn’t been winded by carrying her up the stairs.
There was no point in looking over her shoulder to see what he was doing, because it was too dark to see anything. Instead, she tested the straps attaching the cuffs to the ceiling by putting her weight on them. It was spectacular to not feel much give or take, to have her muscles fight back.
As she played with the cuffs, he reappeared in front of her, only this time he stood just outside the pool of light. Despite not seeing him, she knew he was watching her intently with his golden gaze full of fire. He must’ve done something while her attention had been diverted because the straps holding the cuffs started to lower.
“To your knees, lass,” he said while unfastening his pants. She couldn’t move a muscle. Finally she was going to see all of him and couldn’t think beyond that. The hand on his zipper paused until she sank down to her knees, then he continued speaking.
“Are you ready to suck my cock, Grace? Will you swallow my seed?”
“Yes, I want to taste all of you,” she answered eagerly. The whirring stopped, leaving her arms still stretched above her head as she was settled on her knees, eyes glued to the prominent bulge behind his trousers’ front placket. This was everything she’d thought of since he told her exactly what he wanted to do with her. No, it was when he’d stepped out from behind the bouquet. Even last night, while making her angry, he’d set her on fire with desire and unfulfilled need.
No more! He’d tempted and teased her long enough. Now it was her turn to work his passionate nature into a frenzy like hers was.
“Open those lovely, plump lips for me. Show me how much you want my rod in your mouth.”
Like a bird ready to be fed for the first time, Grace eagerly opened her mouth. Her eyes never left what continued to remain hidden from her. She wanted this, to please him, thereby finding pleasure for herself.
“Beautiful. You’re incredibly stunning.” The zipper sang and out burst his hard, thick, rigid cock. It was like she thought earlier. There was no way she could take all of him in her mouth. He was too large for that. She would, however, happily manage and feast upon every inch she could take, with a great deal of delight.
Hamish stroked her neck until she looked up toward where she thought his face would be. Although he was lost in the dark, she knew she was at the center of his attention. He would be as much into this first personal touch as she was.
“Do you want—”
“Yes, I want.” Leaning forward, she used the tip of her tongue to tease the large, hard balls tucked up beneath his stiff rod. She sucked one into her mouth and gently played with the vulnerable flesh. Her mouth was full of him. She enjoyed how his moan reverberated down and around the treasure in her mouth. Grace released the ball of flesh and used her tongue to soothe the other one before she cradled it in her mouth, hopefully further enflaming his needs.
Looking up, she wasn’t surprised to find she couldn’t see beyond his beast of an erection. It stood out from his groin and curled until it pointed toward his belly.
She stretched up from her knees and tried to catch the tip with her mouth. She quickly discovered there was no hope for capturing the tool that way. She extended her tongue and tried to capture his shaft using a new method, but the strength of his hard-on and how it bent away from her made it impossible. Because she wanted the tempting rod in her mouth and soon, she tried again, only to no avail.
“Do you want to suck on my cock?”
Chapter Six
“Yes, Hamish, yes,” Grace moaned before continuing with her acceptance of his very erotic query in the words they both needed to hear.
She enjoyed playing this kind of game and he was an incredibly sexy dominant to play with. With an aura of power surrounding him, he stood above her with legs spread wide apart and big bare feet resting on either side of her legs. The way he handled her, coaxed her feminine soul forward to bask in his attention. Although she couldn’t see his face, Grace still looked up at him with eyes and mouth wide open, showing him how much she wanted to submit to him. With little patience, she waited for him to move his beautiful rod down for her to cherish.
“Here you go.” Suit pants hanging on, simply because of his stance, she saw him put what looked like a remote in his pocket before giving her what she wanted. One of his hands came around and pressed down on the base of his shaft, lowering it to dance in front of her opened mouth. “Wider, darling.” He stepped in closer and used his other hand to cradle the back of her head.
As if she were starved, Grace latched on to his cock and furiously suckled on the broad crown. Eager for even more, she leaned forward to take as much of him as she could. He thwarted her by moving his hand down the length and grasping hold of his cock, leaving only the tip and a couple of inches for her to take.
A small drop of pre-cum slipped from the tip. She forgot about being denied all of him and moved on to savor the small taste of him as it burst upon her tongue. That little sip left her immediately hooked on his unique essence. There was a hint of salt, otherwise she thought it was purely male and all Hamish.
Pulling her mouth off the thick pole, she swiped her tongue over and around the crown, relishing both the texture of his rod and tangy taste of his seed. With a fierce, hollow-cheeked suction, she slowly slid her mouth on and off as much of his hard rod as he’d allow.
Her tongue lovingly caressed each ridge it passed over and treasured every inch he gave her.
“Oh shit!” His hand clenched her hair. “I won’t last long if you do—”
Grace heard him groan, but wasn’t really listening to it. She was intent on her goal and that was making him come. She needed his control to shatter, to have his climax exploding in her mouth. Sucking harder, she paid less attention to experiencing all of his unique and lush cock and more on making it erupt. She moaned around him, making sure he understood exactly how much she enjoyed his plunging repeatedly into her welcoming mouth.
“Baby!”
There was a lewd side to her personality that came out when she was really turned on. She got off when she was fucked in a wild and wicked manner. This man must also enjoy his pleasure along the same lines. The words he used, how he treated her, made her think he did and that made this even better than she could have hoped for.
Pulling her mouth off his cock, Grace ignored what she thought was an impulsive pressure from the hand pressing against the back of her head, encouraging her to take him in her mouth again. Instead, she looked up into the dark and spoke to Hamish.
“Feed me, lover, I’m hungry for you.” Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth as wide as it would comfortably go and let her tongue hang out to rest on her lower lip. It didn’t take long before she felt the tip of his cock rest on the moist shelf. She opened her eyes and watched as he pumped the large beastly cock with his fist.
By the fifth stroke he was coming. The first load of seed she swallowed tingled on her tongue and down the back of her throat. He grunted each time his cock pulsed and more seed shot forth, bringing sounds of appreciation from her.
“Shit, baby, you’re fucking hot.” He slowly stroked his cock, pulling out every drop of cum he had for her to feast upon.
Leaning forward again, her mouth slid over the head of his cock and absorbed everything about him. His flavor, smell, texture, all called her wicked nature to the surface. She desperately wanted this man to fuck her, take her, own her.
“So my little beauty is ravenous for more.” His voice soothed her, as did his combing the hair away from her face. She knew it was to provide a better view of her suckling his rod and didn’t blame him one bit. It was probably both a lovely and lewd picture.
Grace took her mouth off him and spoke between licks laid on his hardening rod. “Lover, my pussy is wet and very empty. Please, will you fuck me? Please?”
“Don’t worry. I most certainly will take your sweet little cunt.” He rubbed his thumb beside her mouth. “But first,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a strip of black fabric, “I’ll cover your eyes.”
“Wait,” she whispered.
The silence was heavy for a long minute before he broke it with a gruff tone.
“Grace, do you wish to say cac—”
“No! No!”
“What then, tell me now or we stop here.”
“Ha-mish?”
“Tell me.”
“I, I won’t be able to see you.”
“You can’t see me now.”
She thought about what he said. His claim was true, she couldn’t really see him and at no point was she afraid. However, this didn’t help her understand why she instinctively called a halt to their play. There was no chance to think it through, not with the incredible passion he built in her, owning her every thought. Grace forced herself to look inward and search past the lust racing through her body for why she’d had a moment of doubt. Once she had control again, she knew the answer and blurted it out.
“I’m sure I’ll miss something important.”
Now it was his turn to be quiet. It was a long unsettling time made easier because she knew his gaze lingered on her and hopefully could see that she’d given him her honesty. Despite the seriousness of the situation, she had a difficult time keeping her eyes from the wondrous sight of his cock growing harder before her eyes. The first few inches to the tip of his hard-on still shined from her mouth’s personal attention.
“What if it’s important to me?”
“Fine,” she’d thought about her answer before giving it to him and then felt a need to add her own condition. “If you promise to take me without it.”
“Deal.”
“Soon?”
“Yes, my darling lass, soon. But now…” He stepped away from her until she could barely see his feet and in a blink, they too were gone. Before another thought had time to settle in her lust-drunk mind, he was there behind her. The soft, black fabric came over her eyes, completely blinding her to the already darkened room.
The floor was well padded, soft beneath her knees. This meant there was no discomfort to divert her mind from what was happening to her. Her mind was once again entirely focused on the desire controlling her body. Honey escaped from the lips protecting her slit, coating her upper thighs with her passion. There was a beat deep in her core, playing out a rhythm that begged for his interest. She felt him step away from her and immediately missed his being close.
Grace could hear nothing except his breathing. It seemed even heavier than before. Maybe she’d managed to ruffle his composure a bit after all. Just thinking about what she might have done to him made her nipples stiffen further. She thought she heard a grunting sound, almost as if he was fighting with someone, but didn’t think it was possible. Surely she’d sense it if another person was present.
“Hamish, are you okay?”
Another hard, gut level grunt followed by a soft moan came from somewhere behind her.
“Hamish?” Very real worry laced her call.
“Everything’s fine, don’t worry,” he said, but she could hear tension and maybe even pain in his voice. Although she wasn’t sure what she could do if he was hurt, she was tied up after all. Grace listened very carefully to every sound to see if she needed to call their love play to a stop. She didn’t want to, but she would if he wasn’t well.
After a short period of time, the air in the room seemed to change with the sound of rustling. She thought it could be his pants dropping to the floor and hoped it was. Some more time passed before she distinguished a drawer opening and closing, followed by what sounded like a cabinet door being opened, but not closed.
“How are you doing, lass?” The smooth Scottish brogue came to her and a soft gentle kiss was placed on her shoulder. Oh man, he sounded okay and still on a lusty path of seduction. Good, so was she. Pushing the worry aside, Grace was ready for whatever he’d give her and answered with what she hoped would make it obvious to him exactly where she was in the game.
“Horny.”
“Well, let’s do something about it, shall we?” Laughter tangled with his words. There’d been no warning, just his hot naked body resting flush against hers. From behind, he held her hips steady and used his knees to help widen her stance. Next, she felt him place a soft padded cuff around her one ankle, then one was put on the other, leaving her legs spread wider than normal, although not uncomfortably. Testing the range of her leg movement, she found there was none and her pussy clenched with excitement.
Feeling helpless, she enjoyed bowing to another’s demands and couldn’t stop a moan filled with need from slipping out. She was lost when his hands brushed her inner thighs, sending gooseflesh spreading across her flesh.
“Wonderful. I see what you mean. Your legs are sticky with your juice.”
“Please, Hamish. I’m begging you to hurry.”
“Don’t worry, lass. I’ll take care of you.” Once again, she felt him move away from her side.
A drawer opened and closed. The whirring sound from the cuffs sounded and her arms went totally lax. He came up to kneel behind her, with his knees and legs pressed aga
inst hers and his big hand resting on her back. She started to pant and didn’t care. This was what he’d reduced her to. Feeling his hardened body surrounding hers was heaven.
Using his hands, he encouraged her to put her head and chest on the floor, leaving her ass in the air.
“Have I told you what a spectacular backside you possess? It fills my hands perfectly and is soft as silk.” Hamish smoothed both hands over her cheeks while he spoke and she preened beneath his attention. “Your derrière is very seductive when you walk. I couldn’t keep from watching it last night when you stormed away from me. All I could think of was how this peach-like ass begged for my personal attention.” He moved in closer, his cock poking about and making space for itself, thrusting through her plump lower lips and over her mound where it stretched toward her bellybutton.
“Delicious.” Grace was quickly becoming incapable of forming sentences. She desperately wanted to feel his hard shaft thrusting inside her, not outside. No matter how delightful it all was, she was already begging him for sex.
Suddenly she felt liquid drip along her crack from above. It wasn’t cold, but she still shivered with anticipation. She moaned with pure pleasure as he skimmed a thick finger from the top of her split over her puckered little hole and down until he stopped where his cock spread her open.
“Yes.” She groaned, wanting desperately to ride the hard rod resting heavily between her legs.
He made a few more passes along the same path before using two fingers to hold her rear crease open and brought in a third to circle the tight rosette. Grace held her breath. She knew something was coming, but not what it might be or when he’d get to it! Lightheaded from all the passion swirling around in her head, she still needed, wanted, even more with each touch he made on her body.
Another large dollop of liquid pooled over the small opening. His finger rested right there, sitting insistently over the tight hole. On her next exhale he pressed slowly, yet firmly, before burying the digit down the channel and then pulled it out. Again and again the finger returned, taking the extra lubricant as it traced her body and encouraged the friction found in movement to give her a feeling of heat. Even more of the magic liquid was added with another digit as he continued to methodically tease her with pleasure waiting to be released.
