“How’s it feel?” he asked, pausing mid-wrap.
She grinned in response. “It’s really tight, but in a good way.” In a moment of truth, before she could censor herself, she blurted: “I like being your prisoner.”
“Oh, yeah?” David stood over her and tilted her chin up toward his lips. She loved having no choice in the matter as his lips claimed hers, the scruff from his five-o’clock shadow scratching her chin mercilessly. “My virgin-ass prisoner who can’t go anywhere, no matter how hard she tries to get away.”
His words made her wet, made her stomach tighten in anticipation. And he kept wrapping, around her belly, then diagonally around first one thigh, then wrapped around both of her thighs, pulling them tightly together but leaving her naked ass open to the air.
With the plastic covering her skin, that small amount of exposed flesh felt completely vulnerable, like at any moment he might do something to that unwrapped skin—lick it, perhaps, and she’d have no way of stopping him. The thought sent a jolt of desire through her.
“Done,” he said, taping off the end by her ankles with a flourish.
The world seemed off balance now, as if she might keel over with no way to catch herself. “I’m going to fall!” she whispered, suddenly scared. She was so vulnerable, wrapped in this position.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you.” David lifted her, his muscular torso heating her body even more than the plastic wrap as he set her gently on the middle of the bed. With a careful, studious touch, he brushed the hair out of her eyes since she couldn’t do it for herself.
“Thank you.”
“God, you look fucking hot like that. Really fucking…” his words trailed off, as if he were lost in thought, or fantasy. “Struggle for me, see if I’ve done this properly.”
Sonia tried to open her arms, but couldn’t. They were completely bound across her chest. Her nipples hardened with arousal against her forearms. She tried to spread her legs, to bend her knees, to get off the bed. She couldn’t. She was completely at her husband’s mercy, more so than she’d ever let herself be before.
Her inner thighs felt drenched with her arousal mixed with the sweat from being encased in plastic. The sheets felt so cool on her bare buttocks.
“I’m going to roll you over. Put your head to the side,” David said.
On her stomach, unable to move even the slightest bit, she found herself panting with desire.
He spanked her twice, hard, on each cheek, and she yelped. “That’s for telling me not to cover your face. I’m not an idiot. Don’t act like you think I am one.”
“Sorry,” she cringed. Why had she said that, anyway? David always seemed to get bolder after he tied her up. He’d probably wanted to spank her the second she’d said that.
“You’re mine, Sonia,” he said, softer now. “Every bit of you.”
A flash of memory from the last time he’d tried to fuck her ass made her muscles tense, her asshole tightening in anticipation. He hadn’t even been able to get it in last time. “Wait,” she said. “What if it hurts?”
“Then you’ll just have to take it, because there’s nowhere to go. You can’t escape, just like you wanted.” His tone was soft, melodic…hypnotic.
Her climax began to blossom deep within her, her nipples peaking, her labia swelling, slippery with her arousal underneath the plastic. Oh. My. God. Impossible—he wasn’t even touching her. Could she really come just from his words? Adrenaline raced through her body, and her heartbeat sped, thumping in her chest against her right hand.
Deep down, she knew she could stop him in a moment if she had to. Safeword was the nonoriginal safeword she picked when he first used those handcuffs on her. But she’d never needed to utter it around him. David, for all his faults, was incredibly attuned to her needs when he had her bound.
Bound. Oh, yeah, she was completely bound now. She squirmed in the plastic, just to feel the resistance. David’s hand slapped her ass hard and she squealed.
“There’s nowhere to go,” he said, and straddled her, his bare, muscular thighs pinning her to the bed. When had he taken his clothes off? But his hard cock pressed against her naked ass, now stinging from his slaps.
He reached around her, cursing softly as the plastic impeded his efforts to reach her clit. But he kept pushing until he slid two long fingers through a gap where the plastic overlapped, and she ground her hips into the bed to seek contact with him.
“You’re so wet, baby.” He worked her clit with one hand while pulling on the plug in her ass with the other. With a hard tug, her ass opened over the wide part just before the base, and he grunted his approval as he removed the plug completely.
That’s all she needed. Just a touch on her clit and that tug deep inside her ass, coupled with the plastic wrap binding her, encasing her, rendering her helpless… She moaned as the orgasm that had been building within her broke and she came hard, her muscles tensing as her body writhed of its own accord.
Cool lube trickled between her asscheeks, and David moved his hand off her clit so he could spread both of her asscheeks wide. Heat infused her face at the thought of her husband inspecting her so thoroughly in such an intimate spot.
Then, without another word, he entered her, millimeter by millimeter, so slowly she had more than enough time to accommodate his width, his girth. His cock slipped between her asscheeks and deeper into her ass, filling her. It didn’t hurt, not like she thought it would.
The hours of anal training with the butt plug had paid off, she supposed. He’d said it would be good, but she hadn’t believed him—not really. If she had known it would feel like this, feel like someone had filled every inch of her with hot molten sex, she’d have let him have his way with her ages ago.
Sonia wriggled her hips as best she could, wanting to remind him to play with her clit some more, but David grabbed her hips and stilled her.
“You’re mine. You can’t move so just relax,” he ordered. “Take it, baby. Take my cock up that tight little ass of yours.”
She moaned at his words, so aroused she knew she could come again, if only he would touch her…
Finally, he reached around again and slid his fingers back inside the plastic, running them up and down her wet slit as he fucked her ass more deeply now, creating a fast rhythm that took her breath away and left her gasping.
Her orgasm shattered her, her empty pussy clenching at nothing, her ass still spread wide open by her husband’s cock.
With a low, guttural moan, he pulled out and came on her back, the hot spatter of his come searing through the plastic wrap on her skin.
Slowly, he tore away the plastic on her back, revealing her sweaty, flushed skin. He nipped little kisses up the back of her neck and she smiled.
“That was incredible,” she murmured, feeling sleepy now from the energy she’d somehow managed to expend, even while…mummified.
“We’re going to do that more often,” David said. It wasn’t a question.
Sonia grinned. Bossy David was hot.
“Yes, Sir.”
David slapped her ass and she squealed as he jolted her out of her post-sex haze. “I like the sound of that.”
“What? The squeal or the yes, Sir?”
He flipped her onto her back and started unwrapping her legs, gazing at her with an intensity and desire she hadn’t seen in way too long.
“Both, baby.”
Uh-oh. She’d created a monster. Sonia laughed and smiled up at her husband. “I liked it, too.”
WIPED
Kay Jaybee
“I bought you a present.” Ryan’s dark brown eyes shone as he spoke. “Drop your trousers and knickers to your ankles.”
From the moment he’d walked through her front door, Louise had had the feeling he was plotting something. Now, as she was pushed to her knees without so much as a kiss, she was sure.
“What’s my present then?”
“You’ll see. Get onto your hands and knees and don’t look around.”
Surprised by the harsh edge to Ryan’s voice, Louise obeyed, wondering what he was about to do to her, as he added, “And don’t talk.”
Staring straight ahead, Louise heard the sound of a packet being opened. It didn’t sound like a box of condoms, so what the hell was it?
The faint aroma of aloe vera suddenly filled the room. Like a well-aimed slap, a cold wet baby wipe made Louise gasp as it was dropped onto her right butt cheek.
Louise felt Ryan place his whole palm over the thin material and draw the wipe firmly over and across the right side of her ass. “Hell, that’s good.” Louise sighed out the words as Ryan’s little finger strayed off the edge of the wipe. She was stunned at how intense the connection of wipe-moistened skin on wipe-moistened skin felt, and flutters of electricity zipped through her.
“I knew you’d like that.” He flicked the wipe away, and hit the still-clammy cheek hard, making Louise jolt against the unexpected sting. “However, I believe I asked you to be quiet. You would be well advised to do as I tell you.”
Louise’s urge to laugh was curtailed by the sensation of a new wipe being placed over her left cheek. As Ryan repeated the swabbing of her backside, heat rose within her, and Louise felt stifled by her close-fitting jumper, not to mention her T-shirt and bra.
Even though Louise knew it was coming, the strike of Ryan’s wipe-dampened hand across her buttock still made her flinch, and Louise yelped with delicious pain.
“I won’t say it again,” Ryan snapped. “Be quiet!”
Louise looked at her lover questioningly. His face was closed, and he sounded angry. They often played kinky games, but this was different. This didn’t feel like the fun role-play that usually ended with them collapsing into a heap of giggles. She opened her mouth to protest, but a glance at Ryan’s eyes kept her quiet. The unadulterated desire Louise saw reflecting back at her almost singed her eyeballs, and the butterflies that swam in her stomach accelerated with uncertain excitement. This was something new, and with her heart beating faster, Louise decided to go along with whatever Ryan was planning.
Concentrating on the patterned carpet below her palms, her long red hair hanging down so it almost reached her fingers, she fought her natural inclination to fidget. The sound of a fresh wipe being drawn from the pack made Louise draw in a sharp breath, only for it to be released slowly as another cloth was wafted across her ass. The caress of Ryan’s thick fingers as they tweaked at the thin material until he was happy with its position, sent little waves of pleasure through Louise’s body, making her pussy twitch and her tits feel hotter than ever.
Hearing Ryan stand up, even without looking Louise knew he was undressing. The familiar sound of his belt being tugged from his waist was followed by the unzipping of his fly and the small sagging sound of his trousers reaching the floor. Through the gap between her legs, Louise could see her man’s naked feet and lower legs, and his bright red T-shirt falling to the floor. It took all of her willpower not to steal a glance to see if his dick was as rigid as she imagined it to be.
Louise tensed as she felt Ryan’s nude presence behind her, her memory filling in the blanks: his lightly haired chest, the Japanese tattoo just above the inside of his right elbow, the work-honed muscles in his arms and upper legs and the devilment that habitually gleamed in his hazel eyes.
Neglected, the wipe on her bottom began to lose its cool touch, and a tacky, sticky irritation replaced its previously pleasant embrace. Louise’s arms were beginning to ache from lack of movement, and her bare knees felt scuffed against the thin carpet.
The room was very quiet. The wait for something to happen was almost tangible, and for Louise the need to speak, to move, to do something to break the silence, was becoming unbearable. All she could feel was the gentle pressure of the wipe and the ache of her breasts, as her nipples chaffed against the inside of her bra. As the prolonged pause continued, Louise’s shoulders began to shake with the strain of supporting herself.
The swipe of Ryan’s leather belt when it abruptly landed on top of the wipe, sent a jolting shriek from Louise’s lips. The smarting glow felt unbelievable; it was like being hit with a twisted wet towel, yet more precise, more targeted. Louise couldn’t believe something as mundane as a baby wipe could have such an effect on her.
Ryan dropped the belt and came around to his lover’s face. Crouching down, his gorgeous body only inches from Louise’s face, he grabbed her chin, tilting it toward him, the look on his face telling Louise very clearly that she was not allowed to reach out and touch.
“I asked you not to make a sound. I asked you twice.”
“But I…” Louise blustered, the severity of the blow still reverberating toward her snatch.
“You disobeyed.” Ryan smiled then. It was a triumphant, relieved smile and Louise couldn’t help but grin back, but only for a second.
“Stand up.”
Louise did as she was told, swaying as the blood rushed from her head.
“Take off your clothes.”
She was so relieved at being allowed to remove her jumper and T-shirt that Louise didn’t bother to question Ryan, who nodded approvingly at her nakedness, before taking up half a dozen wipes and tying them together end to end.
Louise watched as if hypnotized, saying nothing as he fastened the flimsy strips together. She guessed what was coming before the makeshift gag was completed. Her pulse hammered in her ears as Ryan lifted up the long cylinder of wipes. Louise blinked at him as he said, “Open wide.”
Trying to gauge what he was thinking by staring into his shining eyes, Louise relaxed her jaw and opened her mouth, just long enough for Ryan to position the wad between her teeth.
Immediately, Louise choked. The wipes tasted disgusting, and the gentle scent of aloe vera was now sickly and overpowering so close to her nose. Automatically Louise tried to pull the stuffed cloth away, but Ryan merely knocked her arms down with a dismissive grunt and fastened each end of his makeshift restraint into a knot, trapping her hair at the back of her neck.
“I thought you could be trusted to do as you were told.” Ryan’s voice was a strange mix of anger and contentment as he deftly fastened three more wipes together, before jerking her arms behind her back and tying them around her wrists.
“Now,” Ryan said, as he ran his gaze over his girl from top to bottom, “let’s see what else we can use your present for.”
Taking a wooden chair from under her table, Ryan pointed to it. “Sit down.”
Glad to be able to hide the uncertain shake that was starting in her legs, Louise sat while Ryan took two more wipes from the pack. Adjusting his lover’s position, perching Louise at the very front of the chair, her legs as wide as they would go, he used the cloths to tie her ankles to the wooden legs.
“Just look at you.” Ryan’s fingers came to Louise’s neat round breasts. “Those nipples couldn’t get any tighter…or maybe they could?”
Unable to ask what he intended to do, Louise waited, wide-eyed, as Ryan placed two wet wipes with deliberate precision over the top of each globe. “Lean back, honey, or these are going to fall off, and that would be such a shame.”
Louise tried to shuffle farther onto the seat, but her leg bindings made that impossible. Instead, she had to lean back so her cloth-covered tits were thrust outward and upward.
Despite the discomfort of her position, Louise couldn’t help but whimper as the knowledge of her helplessness and the caress of the scented fabric enflamed her skin further.
“Just beautiful.” Ryan fished around in his pockets, retrieving his mobile. “You should see how amazing you look.” Fixing the phone to its camera function, Ryan began to take pictures of Louise from every angle, while she pointlessly protested into her gag.
All Louise wanted to do was get rid of the horrible taste and replace it with her lover’s shaft. Ryan then made her craving even worse by showing her the photographs he’d just taken. Was that really her, trussed, with wipes hanging from her tits, her nipples pert and dark pokin
g beneath the see-through cloth? Louise studied her disheveled, unbelievably aroused body, as a steady trickle of liquid began to ooze between her legs.
Noticing the growing sheen at the top of her open thighs, Ryan grinned, “You are such a messy thing, I think I’m going to have to mop you up.” With eyes that challenged her not to come, Ryan took a single wipe and wrapped it around his index finger, before carefully dabbing all around her sensitive clit.
As Louise squeezed her eyes closed, madly trying to concentrate on not climaxing, Ryan inched his wipe-encased finger inside her mound, pushing it up and down as if he was disinfecting her from the inside out.
This time Louise’s groan of longing couldn’t be contained by her gag, and as the gruff sound escaped from the corners of her lips, Ryan withdrew his finger hastily, leaving the wipe half in and half out of her body, teasing but not really touching her sensitive skin.
“You are gagged, and yet you still make a noise.” Ryan shook his head with mock regret. “It seems I must punish you further.”
Taking more wipes from the pack, Ryan weaved them together in a short damp coil. Without giving Louise the chance to draw breath, he cracked the makeshift whip across her semi-protected left tit.
Tears smarted at the corner of Louise’s eyes as he struck the very top of her covered nipple, sending hot shocks through her breasts that were echoed in her stuffed pussy. Ryan, swapping from one side to the other, repeated the move again and again, until, no longer even noticing the unpleasant taste, Louise clamped her teeth into the restraint as hard as she could, frantically trying not to make another sound.
Obviously pleased with his girl’s efforts to be good, Ryan gently lifted the wipes from her chest and bent to her sore tips, licking each with his warm tongue, making them quiver beneath his mouth, driving Louise closer to the orgasm she was still trying to keep in check.
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