BomYTom

\"I\'m bored.\"
\"Yeah?\"
\"Yeah. Can I tie you up and rape you?\"
\"Sure.\"
Excited, he took her hand and led her from the living room to the bedroom. He pointed at the bed, beginning to fall into his character.
\"Lay down.\"
He wondered which way she was going to react today. After a moment to think about it herself, she grinned.
\"Make me.\"
He shrugged, and in one fluid motion, took her legs from underneath her, pushing her upper half onto the bed. Instead of tying her down as planned, he sat next to her on the left. She made to get up again, managing to half-stand before her right arm was grabbed. He guided her body gently yet firmly over his knees. His thighs dug into her stomach, and she welcomed the pressure.
\"Mine.\" He said, stating it as a fact. \"I told you to lay down…\" This was a thought, not quite finished. They were both distracted by his hand, running over her ass. It tingled, sending shivers down her spine, as thoughts ran through her mind of what would be happening today. She was silent, unwilling to wreck the moment. She twisted slightly, getting more comfortable, so that her ribs weren\'t pressed againss has hard thighs.
Taking this as a sign of rebellion, his hand flashed up and came down on her ass, just hard enough to sting. She yelped and jerked in surprise. She hadn\'t been expecting it, but she welcomed both the warmth in her ass and the warmth spreading to other areas of her body.
His hand stung considerably more than her ass, mostly because he had managed to hit one of the buttons on her jeans. He ignored it though, instead focusing on the feel of her body sprawled ss hss his legs. He lifted his hand up and let it fall down again, this time coming down where there was no metal. His hand felt soft, fleshiness through the jeans and he grinned, surprised at the accuracy of his own aim.
\"Feisty today, aren\'t we?\" He asked. A slight moan was his only response. His hand massaged her ass, rubbing the sting out of both. There was no doubt in their minds – they wanted each other.
He slapped it once more, a warning shot, and then stood her up and pushed her back onto the bed, so she was sitting next to him. His eyes searched her body, and he saw she was doing the same.
\"Strip.\" He said, posing more of a question than an order. Without hesitation, she reached down, gripping the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it up over her head, her arms stretching up as far as they could. The material had blocked a view of pale skin and a black bra. As she reached back to unclasp her bra, he reached out a hand to stop her.
\"That’s my job, not yours. Take off your pants.\"
Not arguing this time, mostly out of a desire to get naked, she undid her jeans and pulled them and her panties off of her. She scooted back onto the bed and sat in the center, her legs crossed in front of her. Once again, his eyes grazed over her body.
The desire in his eyes made chills run down her spine once more, and goose bumps appeared all across her skin. Her nipples hardened, and he could just make them out througe sle sleek material. He rose up on his knees on the bed, removing his shirt in the same fashion she did. She reached out to touch him but he backed away from her easily.
He moved his shirt so it was in one hand, and moved within touching range again. Before she could touch him, he reached out with his free hand, pushing her onto her back. Taking the moment where she was surprised, he captured her hands in his free hand and tied them together with the shirt. He hooked the shirt over the headboard.
Now that she was half restrained, he got up. Out of the corner of her eye, she could just make out what he was doing. She heard his jeans unzip, then fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and she heard the drawer open. She craned her neck, but couldn’t make out what he was getting. Just a few seconds later, he came back into view, holding a blindfold and two more restraints – for her feet.
He tied her feet first, left then right, to the bottom two posts of the bed. That being done, and him being completely naked, he crawled in between her legs and then straddled her torso. Hovering just low enough where she could feel the warmth emanating off of him, he tied the blindfold across her eyes. Darkness flooded her eyes, but her other senses turned on.
He moved from above her, unsure of what to do. He had so many options laying before him. He moved back over to the drawer, looking down at the assortment of toys and instruments they could play with. He took some warming lotion from the drawer and moved back over to her. His fingers danced lightly across her skin, around her knees and up to her inner thighs. He traced the line where her panties met her legs, and then squirted some lotion on to his hands and massaged it into her thighs. Satisfied only when his hands were dry, he set the lotion down.
He straddled her hips this time, resting his weight back on his knees so she could feel him above her. He leaned over and licked the sheer fabric of her bra. Her nipples, hard in anticipation, jumped as she took a sharp breath at the unexpected touch. As he licked the material directlyerinering her nipple, his hands wandered up to her shoulders. He scraped his teeth across her nipples.
He spread his fingers and ran them down her shoulders, to the outline of her body. They went over her ribs, right down to her stomach, where his body met hers, then curved in to the center of her body a little bit. His hands continued up, and he took his mouth away just long enough for a finger – one on each hand – to rub against either nipple. She moaned at the semi rough contact, and he could feel her abdomen contract in protest.
He slid his left hand underneath her back, unhooking her bra. He slid it up her arms to the headboard and left it there. Her nipples, now exposed, got harder than they had been before. He blew a stream of cold air on the right one, and then the left, lowering his mouth to them. He barely brushed a kiss on either and then he left them to the cold, barren air.
His body moved up hers, and he chanced a kiss to her lips. She tried to explore his mouth, but he wouldn’t let her, moving away before she could taste him. She moaned, and he moved back down her body to her left nipple.
\"Did I tell you that you could respond?\" He asked. His hot breath moistened the nipple, and then the absence cooled it down.
\"No…\" She said, barely. He took one of her nipples in between his lips and pressed down on it.
\"Hmm?\" He asked again. She stifled a moan.
\"No, you didn\'t tell me th cou could respond.\" She said a little bit louder. His teeth took the place of his lips and he bit down gently.
\"Sir.\" She yelped, then whimpered as his tongue flicked over her nipple. He felt her tense up against him again, and took his teeth away. His tongue trailed to the right, in between her breasts and down to her belly button.
His hands were right behind his tongue, rubbing lightly with the tips of the fingers. The random action of his tongue and his hands made her squirm, unsure of where they were going to go next. There wasn’t a pattern – but each time he’d get closer to her nipples, closer to her thighs, and then pull back up. He was getting hard too – she could feel the warmth coming off of him each time his heart pulsed.
Eventually he grew tired of this torture game and changed to another. He got off of her, scooting back on the bed so he was between her legs again. His fingers brushed over random places on her feet, up her ankles, her shins and calves and the front of her knees. He skipped over the backs and kept moving up her thighs, staying far away from her true want. His hands left and she wondered where they were going to go next.
It was not his hands that touched down next. His tongue brushed lightly – almost too lightly to realize, against the inside of her inner thigh. She felt it, but it was gone before she could move towards it. His tongue touched again – this time up her calf and right up to her thigh, crossing over the back of her knee with an almost cruel efficiency, not daring to linger. It trailed back down, spending more time caressing her knee. He was rewarded with slight struggling against her bonds – she wanted more than he was giving.
\"Turned on?\"
\"Uh huh…\" She answered him, moaning in protest as she felt him get off of the bed.
\"I\'ll be back in a second.\" He said. \"I promise. You can just stay here and think about me and what I\'m getting.\"
With that, before she could tell him to stay, he walked out of the door and went to the kitchen. He got a glass of ice and a little water and brought it back, setting it down on the dresser. He took an ice cube out of the glass and sucked on it, almost beginning to shiver because of the cold lacing through his body. He walked back over to the bed and rubbed his hard(it had been hard for a while) cock against one of her nipples, mostly to let her know he was there. That being done, he got back onto the foot of the bed.
He crawled in between her legs and observed her reaction to him blowing on her thighs, the streams of air just missing her clit. She moaned and moved her hips around, but he had much more control than she did, and deftly avoided her attempts. Her ass was raised a little – he took that chance to slap it.
\"Stay still.\" Was his only reprimand. His hand stung a little but he didn\'t mind. His mind was focused on where to put the half melted ice cube.
Without warning, he put his freezing cold lips on her clit and sucked it into his mouth. He swirled the ice cube around it, and she yelped, her muscles contracting. Unable to have an orgasm(he took his mouth away when she moved), she growled in frustration at him. She could tell he was grinning, even though she was blindfolded.
\"Want me?\" He asked her innocently.
\"Yes, damn it!\" She said.
\"Awww…that was adorable.\"
\"Bite me.\" She replied. In compliance with her command, he leaned back down and bit one of her outer lips. Seeing no reaction, he grabbed her hips to keep her still and delved his tongue inside of her, pushing the ice cube inside of her.
He flicked his tongue in a complete circle, pressing the point of it against her inner walls. He shifted his face up, dragging his tongue slowly out of her and up, directly along her clit. Without checking, he knew the ice cube had already melted.
His fingers pressed into her hips, and he ran his nails along her skin as his tongue teased her. His nails made trails down the outside edges off her warmed up ass and then across, gripping. He pushed her towards his face, flicking tongue back and forth along her inner labia. She moaned with the increased contact, and he could feel her muscles beginning to tense.
After a minute more of this, when her breath began to increase and her abs begin to tense, he relaxed his hands, and his tongue. She was soaking wet, but orgasm-less. She moaned in protest and wriggled around, attempting to find his tongue again.
He breathed deeply, letting her know that his face was still close to her. She could feel the breath and welcomed the pressure that it brought. It brought her closer and closer to cumming, and she furiously started to work her mind, in an attempt to get an orgasm, with or without touch.
He released her ass and set it gently down onto the bed. His left hand danced across her soaked inner thigh, and he began round two as he rubbed firmly along her clit. No mercy was given and whenever he touched, she was moaning. So caught up in the moment, she did not realize he had freed her legs with his other hand. She felt it though, when one of his fingers began to probe her. It was well lubricated before it even got to her opening, trailing down her stomach, around her pubic hair and around the outer edges of her inner lips.
One finger thrust inside of her and moved, in and out, sliding easily. He crooked his finger so that she would feel extra pressure. Her breathing increased once more and she began bucking up towards his hand. She finally realized her legs were free, and spread them wide, planting them firmly on the bed. lingling her about to come, he took a second finger and pressed it into her. His left hand pinched her clit, and he held on for all that he was worth as she thrust again and again against his hand, her muscles clenching tightly around his fingers.
After what seemed like eternity to her, her muscles relaxed and she fell limp on the bed. Her legs were sprawled out, and still blindfolded, she had a large grin on her face. He gently released her clit from his left hand. Soaking wet, he still rubbed it gently, causing her aftereffects of the orgasm to increase, until she was orgasmiet aet again. The fingers inside of her twisted in a complete circle, and he moved his left hand to behind her head and untied the blindfold.
She squinted at him in the dim light. He removed his fingers from her and wiped them on the blindfold. He brushed the hair out of her eyes, and untied her hands. She lay there, spread-eagled on the bed, too caught up within her feelings to move. He snapped in front of her face and she looked up at him, smiling. He grinned, and asked her innocently,
\"Did I tell you that you could cum yet?\"
Her face changed drastically. She was snapped out of her afterglow and she looked down his body, hovering over her.
\"No sir, you did not, but I can make up for it.\"
He raised his eyebrows at her and she smiled innocently. He asked her how she could do such a thing.
\"Well, sir, I could have you lay down and then I could straddle you and move back until your cock is just brushing up against my ass, and then I could lean forward and kiss you, and bite your shoulder and neck and dig my fingernails into your skin and trace them along the edges of your nipples, and I could press my ass against your cock and trace my fingernails down towards it, then get up and allow the tip of your cock to brush along the entire length of my ass and then my clit, move down so I\'m straddling your thighs, and tease your nipples with my mouth and your cock with my hand, rubbing and squeezing it until it was hard, and then I could run my tongue down your stomach, nibble on both of your hips and then cover your entire cock with my mouth and suck and tease it until you came, rubbing my lips in odd ways and eventually biting down and flicking my tongue along it. And then to get you hard again I\'d move back over your cock and gently lower myself down onto you and rock, feeling you inside of me, and then we could either fuck that way or I could get off and you could get behind or on top of me and…yeah.\"
In her entire speech, her eyes had drifted towards his cock. She watched in satisfaction as it grew harder than it already was. When she was done describing, she pulled her eyes back up to his and licked her lips eagerly.
\"Well, if you really, really want to…\" he said finally, trying to hide the anticipation and excitement. He got off of her and allowed her to get up.