time I’d tied her with my ropes.
“Arms behind your back.” She obeyed, and I bent her elbows to fold her
forearms together.
I went to work, wrapping and knotting her chest, arms, and neck. The
hard edges of the rope pressed into the softness of her skin as I bound her
breasts, squeezing them to pronounce their shape.
I knelt, intending to create a harness around her midsection, but the
musky scent of her glistening pussy drew me in like a bee to pollen. Breathing
deep, I leaned inward and licked up through her folds.
Charlene groaned and widened her stance, allowing better access for my
tongue. I suckled and licked every trace of her arousal from her lower lips,
keeping away from her clit and bringing sexual release before I intended.
She whimpered when I backed away.
“Soon, little lamb.” I placed one last kiss against her bare mound and
began the enjoyable task of wrapping her thighs, ass, and waist, creating a
harness at her midsection. Her sweet pussy, I left accessible.
Once finished, I stepped away to enjoy the art my hands had created. Charlene’s
head hung down, chin against her chest and her shoulders slumped. Pride swelled
inside me. She was so fuckin’ close I could taste her complete submission. The
contrast of the hemp rope and her skin filled me with more than
satisfaction—like a deep craving sated and put to rest. But, I wasn’t done.
With the help of a stepladder in my closet, I looped the end of the
rope holding her tight through the overhead ring. I pressed against her bound
body, the scratch of hemp and softness of her exposed skin reigniting my need
for her. “Fly for me.”
My whispered words against her ear sent a shudder down through her
body, and I pulled on the rope. A rush of air left her lungs as she lifted into
the air, suspended, her back bowed and lips parted.
Charlene, my little lamb, hung encased in my ropes, her steady, yet
slow breathing and pliant body letting me know she finally flew free.
Charlene
Theo’s soft touch and murmured praise the entire time he bound me in
his ropes soothed me better than any masseuse. My muscles relaxed, my thoughts
quieted. The second he told me to fly and lifted me off my feet, I gave over to
the euphoria of complete nothingness.
Minutes—hours—passed without my notice. Darkness shrouded my mind while
I hung suspended in Theo’s embrace. Although his hands didn’t touch me, I felt
his warmth, his caress in the rough edges of the rope and the tight bindings
around various parts of my body.
Silence reigned, and I gloried in the release.
A hand grasped my ankle. Slid up along the inside of my thigh. Draped
my knees over his shoulders. Hot breath once more caressed my core.
With languid licks and nudges of his nose, Theo heightened my simmering
arousal, bringing me to the edge of release without causing my body to tense.
His teeth grazed my clit, and my orgasm slid over me in cascading waves.
I floated outside time, without thought.
He lowered me to the floor, and I lay unmoving, tears dampening the
blindfold, as he released me of my freeing bonds. Strong, warm arms cradled me
against a rock-hard chest and laid me on the softest sheets. Seconds later, Theo’s
scent and warm body caressed every inch of my side as he stretched out beside
me.
The blindfold lifted, and I blinked in the light.
Dark eyes peered into mine, the level of emotion pouring from them
filled my heart. “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” I whispered as reality settled once more upon my mind.
Propped up on an elbow, he smoothed back my hair, his fingertip tracing
the contours of my face—eyebrow, nose, and lips.
“Thank you.” His eyes latched onto mine at my words. “You set me free.”
With a groan, he grasped the back of my head and kissed me. His tongue
swept into my mouth, reigniting need like I’d never known—deep seated need for
him, far beyond finding sexual release.
I tangled my fingers in his hair and draped one leg over his waist,
“Arms behind your back.” She obeyed, and I bent her elbows to fold her
forearms together.
I went to work, wrapping and knotting her chest, arms, and neck. The
hard edges of the rope pressed into the softness of her skin as I bound her
breasts, squeezing them to pronounce their shape.
I knelt, intending to create a harness around her midsection, but the
musky scent of her glistening pussy drew me in like a bee to pollen. Breathing
deep, I leaned inward and licked up through her folds.
Charlene groaned and widened her stance, allowing better access for my
tongue. I suckled and licked every trace of her arousal from her lower lips,
keeping away from her clit and bringing sexual release before I intended.
She whimpered when I backed away.
“Soon, little lamb.” I placed one last kiss against her bare mound and
began the enjoyable task of wrapping her thighs, ass, and waist, creating a
harness at her midsection. Her sweet pussy, I left accessible.
Once finished, I stepped away to enjoy the art my hands had created. Charlene’s
head hung down, chin against her chest and her shoulders slumped. Pride swelled
inside me. She was so fuckin’ close I could taste her complete submission. The
contrast of the hemp rope and her skin filled me with more than
satisfaction—like a deep craving sated and put to rest. But, I wasn’t done.
With the help of a stepladder in my closet, I looped the end of the
rope holding her tight through the overhead ring. I pressed against her bound
body, the scratch of hemp and softness of her exposed skin reigniting my need
for her. “Fly for me.”
My whispered words against her ear sent a shudder down through her
body, and I pulled on the rope. A rush of air left her lungs as she lifted into
the air, suspended, her back bowed and lips parted.
Charlene, my little lamb, hung encased in my ropes, her steady, yet
slow breathing and pliant body letting me know she finally flew free.
Charlene
Theo’s soft touch and murmured praise the entire time he bound me in
his ropes soothed me better than any masseuse. My muscles relaxed, my thoughts
quieted. The second he told me to fly and lifted me off my feet, I gave over to
the euphoria of complete nothingness.
Minutes—hours—passed without my notice. Darkness shrouded my mind while
I hung suspended in Theo’s embrace. Although his hands didn’t touch me, I felt
his warmth, his caress in the rough edges of the rope and the tight bindings
around various parts of my body.
Silence reigned, and I gloried in the release.
A hand grasped my ankle. Slid up along the inside of my thigh. Draped
my knees over his shoulders. Hot breath once more caressed my core.
With languid licks and nudges of his nose, Theo heightened my simmering
arousal, bringing me to the edge of release without causing my body to tense.
His teeth grazed my clit, and my orgasm slid over me in cascading waves.
I floated outside time, without thought.
He lowered me to the floor, and I lay unmoving, tears dampening the
blindfold, as he released me of my freeing bonds. Strong, warm arms cradled me
against a rock-hard chest and laid me on the softest sheets. Seconds later, Theo’s
scent and warm body caressed every inch of my side as he stretched out beside
me.
The blindfold lifted, and I blinked in the light.
Dark eyes peered into mine, the level of emotion pouring from them
filled my heart. “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” I whispered as reality settled once more upon my mind.
Propped up on an elbow, he smoothed back my hair, his fingertip tracing
the contours of my face—eyebrow, nose, and lips.
“Thank you.” His eyes latched onto mine at my words. “You set me free.”
With a groan, he grasped the back of my head and kissed me. His tongue
swept into my mouth, reigniting need like I’d never known—deep seated need for
him, far beyond finding sexual release.
I tangled my fingers in his hair and draped one leg over his waist,
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