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tenderly,
until her breathing evened out a bit. Then he moved over to sample her left
breast, giving it the same exotic treatment as the first. When she was twisting
in her bonds, arching her back and trying to force him to take more, to suck
harder, he straightened, set the vibrator at her feet and moved away. She
whimpered in frustration and unfulfilled lust.
When she was finally coherent enough to pay attention again,
Derek was talking to a man of Asian descent, his features striking, his bone
structure perfection. He turned his attention to her, dangling a long scarlet
rope in his hands.
She watched in fascination as he brought the rope around her
waist to the front, wrapping it snugly under her breasts. He then criss-crossed
the pieces and made an equally snug band above her breasts, caging them in a
red nylon harness.
“I’m using twisted rope, koibito ,” the man told her
conversationally, “because it will leave beautiful marks on all this creamy
white skin.” With a quick twist of the ends, he began to wrap the long tails of
the rope around first one, then the other full breast. The rope was tight but
not uncomfortable. The pressure caused her breasts to swell between the heavy
strands which, in turn, cause the nipple clamps to pinch even tighter.
Elise moaned in sensual distress.
He wrapped until there was only a small amount of slack
left, then took it and knotted it behind her neck like a halter. He worked
slowly and carefully—the precision of his long, nimble fingers kept her
entranced.
He stepped back and smiled and her breath caught at the
beauty of his expression. Then her breath caught again as the slight shift in
position tightened the ropes just that tiny bit more. With a brief bow, the
lovely Asian man stepped off the stage.
“Close your eyes, baby,” Derek commanded, and she did.
The music was low, trancelike. The air was filled with the
sound of flesh striking flesh, leather whispering through the air to kiss
tender skin. Elise could hear her heart beating, could feel the blood coursing
through her veins. The skin of her breasts swelled still more as blood rushed
in to fill the tissues only to be trapped by the rope so intricately wrapped
around her. Each breath, each heartbeat caused her breasts to become more
sensitive, more aroused, until it seemed her entire consciousness was centered
on the crack of nearby whips and the pulsing of her nipples in time with her
heart.
She’d begun the slide into herself when a shock of something
slippery pooled briefly in the dimple above her ass before sliding in a cool
rush between her cheeks.
Her eyes snapped open and she turned to look at Derek. He
was smiling as the unknown hand explored her rear. A single finger swirled what
she knew to be lube around her tight hole, rimming her but not penetrating. Her
lover’s eyes were hooded as he watched her arch into the touch. Streaks of red
slashed over his cheeks. His lips were damp and heavy and he didn’t even try to
hide his incredible hard-on. The front of his dress pants was tented and he
gripped the base of his erection firmly through the material.
He looked more turned-on than she’d ever seen him, sitting
there like Eros taking pleasure in her surrender to his desires and fantasies.
A Domme lounged in a chair next to Derek and he turned his attention away from
Elise. Jealousy spiked within her as Derek threw his head back and laughed at
something the petite, flame-haired woman said.
She was jolted out of her jealousy when the invisible person
who’d continued probing her rear entrance suddenly pierced her with a thick
finger. The finger was quickly removed and replaced with a well-lubed probe.
She cried out involuntarily at the sensation of being so deeply impaled, and
Derek’s eyes jerked back to her. He gave a slow smile, nodded to whoever was
behind her, then turned back to speak to the woman at his side.
At her feet sat an impressively naked man. He was young and
very attractive.
until her breathing evened out a bit. Then he moved over to sample her left
breast, giving it the same exotic treatment as the first. When she was twisting
in her bonds, arching her back and trying to force him to take more, to suck
harder, he straightened, set the vibrator at her feet and moved away. She
whimpered in frustration and unfulfilled lust.
When she was finally coherent enough to pay attention again,
Derek was talking to a man of Asian descent, his features striking, his bone
structure perfection. He turned his attention to her, dangling a long scarlet
rope in his hands.
She watched in fascination as he brought the rope around her
waist to the front, wrapping it snugly under her breasts. He then criss-crossed
the pieces and made an equally snug band above her breasts, caging them in a
red nylon harness.
“I’m using twisted rope, koibito ,” the man told her
conversationally, “because it will leave beautiful marks on all this creamy
white skin.” With a quick twist of the ends, he began to wrap the long tails of
the rope around first one, then the other full breast. The rope was tight but
not uncomfortable. The pressure caused her breasts to swell between the heavy
strands which, in turn, cause the nipple clamps to pinch even tighter.
Elise moaned in sensual distress.
He wrapped until there was only a small amount of slack
left, then took it and knotted it behind her neck like a halter. He worked
slowly and carefully—the precision of his long, nimble fingers kept her
entranced.
He stepped back and smiled and her breath caught at the
beauty of his expression. Then her breath caught again as the slight shift in
position tightened the ropes just that tiny bit more. With a brief bow, the
lovely Asian man stepped off the stage.
“Close your eyes, baby,” Derek commanded, and she did.
The music was low, trancelike. The air was filled with the
sound of flesh striking flesh, leather whispering through the air to kiss
tender skin. Elise could hear her heart beating, could feel the blood coursing
through her veins. The skin of her breasts swelled still more as blood rushed
in to fill the tissues only to be trapped by the rope so intricately wrapped
around her. Each breath, each heartbeat caused her breasts to become more
sensitive, more aroused, until it seemed her entire consciousness was centered
on the crack of nearby whips and the pulsing of her nipples in time with her
heart.
She’d begun the slide into herself when a shock of something
slippery pooled briefly in the dimple above her ass before sliding in a cool
rush between her cheeks.
Her eyes snapped open and she turned to look at Derek. He
was smiling as the unknown hand explored her rear. A single finger swirled what
she knew to be lube around her tight hole, rimming her but not penetrating. Her
lover’s eyes were hooded as he watched her arch into the touch. Streaks of red
slashed over his cheeks. His lips were damp and heavy and he didn’t even try to
hide his incredible hard-on. The front of his dress pants was tented and he
gripped the base of his erection firmly through the material.
He looked more turned-on than she’d ever seen him, sitting
there like Eros taking pleasure in her surrender to his desires and fantasies.
A Domme lounged in a chair next to Derek and he turned his attention away from
Elise. Jealousy spiked within her as Derek threw his head back and laughed at
something the petite, flame-haired woman said.
She was jolted out of her jealousy when the invisible person
who’d continued probing her rear entrance suddenly pierced her with a thick
finger. The finger was quickly removed and replaced with a well-lubed probe.
She cried out involuntarily at the sensation of being so deeply impaled, and
Derek’s eyes jerked back to her. He gave a slow smile, nodded to whoever was
behind her, then turned back to speak to the woman at his side.
At her feet sat an impressively naked man. He was young and
very attractive.
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