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shields. In the old days they’d build a fire in
the center for heat and light cooking. He wasn’t going to, but
considered adding a wood burning stove for wintertime.
He’d think about it later, and he
turned around to see Molly standing in the teepee’s entrance. The
woman took his breath away. Jon watched as she walked around the
room, touching a kneeling bench before stopping before the
frame.
“With this one you’d lie down inside
the wood frame with your hands and feet secured. From there, I’d
run a feather across your body or drip wax on a nipple. What was
that?” He asked the question when she’d muttered
something.
Leaning down, he asked again what
she was saying and realized she quietly groaned “Please” over and
over again. Looking at her breasts, he noticed they were pebble
hard and knew she was excited, not afraid. Good, the lead up to
playing was looking good. He might as well get started in earnest.
Delaying the bulk of their scene would heighten her excitement, but
she didn’t need to tip over to the fearful side.
“We’ll do that another time.
Tonight, I’m going to secure your hands,” he told her as he opened
a drawer. Pulling out a couple of long leather straps, he showed
them to her and finished what he was saying. “I’ll use these to
secure your hands above your head using those hooks.” He pointed to
the thick center pole with two metal hooks about halfway
up.
She said nothing as she watched him
tie a loop in the middle of each strap and place it over the hook.
Under her focused attention, he tugged hard on each strip of
leather to show her they’d not let her go.
There were no words for what he was
feeling at the moment. As patiently as he could, he waited for her
to accept him and his kink. Jon didn’t know he’d been holding his
breath until she stepped up to him. Kissing her hard on the lips,
he made fast work of wrapping the straps around each arm. With her
back to the pole, her arms were pulled above her head securely, but
she could unwind them whenever she wanted.
“Feel all right?” Looking intently
at her hands, he waited for her to show they could move. He hadn’t
pulled anything tightly, but he wanted to make sure.
“Fine, I’m excited and curious about
what’s going to happen next.” She tried to smile, but it faltered
and instead her breathing sped up. He could tell because there was
no looking away from her chest with the bright red painted nipples.
They were where he planned to play tonight. Nothing too scary for
her, only pleasure was the desired outcome.
“I have something to tease your
nipples and stretch them out, pull them way out for me to enjoy,
and you do come. You ready to get kinky, flower?”
“Oh, yes,” she murmured while
squeezing her legs close together. Next time he’d need to secure
her feet with a spreader bar, but he had to remember to go slow.
There was no way he wanted to scare her into running.
Taking a minute, he went back to the
chest and removed the items he needed. Setting them on a table, he
carried it back with him, making sure she couldn’t see what was
there. The nipple twisters weren’t the most beautiful toys, but
they certainly looked better than the other options and they
worked.
Coming around in front of her, he
stood close enough that his hard-on poked her belly. Jon used his
thumb to softly rub her plump bottom lip as he looked for passion
to light her eyes. There was some, but he wanted to see fire.
Dipping his finger between her parted lips, he licked his lips as
she sucked him as if it were his cock.
There was a vein of naughty need
pumping through his woman. He would never get enough of seeing it
float to the surface.
“Soon I’ll fuck you, but first…” he
told her as his other hand slipped down to tease an already excited
nipple. They were constantly hard and pointing, but he wanted them
bigger and ready for attention. “I’m going to indulge my need for
your delightful nipples.”
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