Tied up at the moment

You wake. Something isn’t right. Your hands are above your head. You try to move them to your side so you can turn over, but they are immobile. Your eyes are open, but the room is dark. No, something is tied over them. You can feel it knotted on the back of your head. Your hands are tied to the headboard. Your legs are free. And that’s when you feel my hands on you. You moan as my hands caress your breasts and make their way to your thighs. I part your legs. You’re naked except for the ties. You feel my soft mouth and rough whiskers on your stomach. You moan again in anticipation. 

And my fingers enter you when my mouth meets your pussy. All at once I am on you, my tongue hot and curiously tasting you, while my fingers test you for readiness. I can feel you spasm and tighten, relax and release, over again. I bring you to the brink of climax. Your body tenses in frustration, your muscles hard. I can see the tension in your forehead. You are red, almost angry. Your skin glistens in the low light. I have you where I want you. 

“Mmm, sweet girl, what do you want?" There is an edge to your breathing. It’s ragged and keeps time with my finger tracing your inner thighs. “Fuckme,” you say, as if it’s one word. And I enter you, slowly at first, then roughly. You last 30 seconds before you cum while my dick is inside you, then full-throttle fucking as you continue to cum, tightening around me. I love the way you feel, and your breath is hot on my face. Suddenly, you bite down on my shoulder, which I think means stop. So I pause while you catch your breath. 

But not for long because I am ravenous for you, all of you, your body so hot and beautiful beneath me. You smell like perfume and shampoo and sex. Your mouth is sweet when I kiss your lips, but I adore your neck. It’s so sensitive and soft, like a shiny, red button I can’t help but push over and over. When I lower my head to your neck, you turn and kiss my neck, biting a little as we continue to rock. I’m holding back, but I can’t last much longer. You kiss my ear, and the world stops. You lick my ear and I lose all control, spasming inside you hard. I rail you all the way to the end of orgasm. 

We lay still a moment, our bodies one flesh, but you are still tied. I laugh because I’ve forgotten. Untying you gently, I can’t help but admire your shape under me. This woman belongs to me. She is mine. And she is beautiful. I kiss your forehead as I take off your blindfold and our eyes meet again. I liked you tied and bound, but I like you this way more. I pull you in close and rest my head next to yours. I feel whole, complete, and satisfied.