Chapter Twenty #2
Lowering the rope slightly so she can stand flat, I pick up the next bundle of silk rope.
This time, crisscrossing it between her breasts, hitching them up, binding them so they'll swell.
"Your nipples are stiff," I say, "so pink and pretty.
" I lightly sweep my calloused fingers over them, humming as she arches her back, pushing one into my hand.
Detouring to suck and kiss her breasts, I watch her fair skin turning pink as I cross the ropes down between her legs, spreading her lips open, her clit swollen, and exposed to the cool air.
Pulling the rope around the globes of her ass, I tie the ends into a handle I can use to push and pull her.
She shivers, watching me, breath coming faster as I wrap my last line of rope along her legs, drawing her left knee up against her calf.
I bind her right leg from ankle to knee, sliding the ends over two hooks in the ceiling and pulling her up sharply.
"You're spread wide, sweet Violet," I lick the salty skin on her neck. "Brazenly spread open with your slutty pussy on display, begging to be used. That's why you're here, a warm, wet receptacle, begging me to fuck you." I tug the ropes, enjoying her little yelp.
"Look down. You're at the perfect height for my cock to drive into you." I push her lightly, swinging her back-and-forth as she trembles.
"Do you want to use your safe word?" I ask.
"No." It's decisive, Violet licks her lips as she stares at me.
"How does it feel? Spread open?"
"Helpless," she says, her voice cracking. "You could do anything to me."
"That's right, my sweet girl." I kiss her, playing with her nipples, stroking her wet center as she moans, following my lips, trying to kiss me back. I step away, and she shivers a bit in the cool air.
I open the door of the armoire wide, letting her look at it all. Ropes and leather cuffs, vibrators, handcuffs, and gags. Several riding crops are lined up neatly next to an aggressive rawhide strap that leaves a sting. Her mouth opens and closes again.
"Do I have your complete attention?" I ask, pulling out a riding crop. I run the leather tip along her ass, sliding between her legs, rubbing the braided leather handle on her pussy.
"Y yes," Violet says, nodding. "One hundred percent of it." She looks scared, but that's just the surface. Her eyes are glowing, and her pussy is so slick that her thighs are wet.
"Good girl. You're a little scared, aren't you?" She shudders as I slap her ass with the crop, with a satisfying "thwack!" The crop lands on her other side, the pink blooming so beautifully on her skin. "Are you scared, baby?"
"N- no?"
"You don't sound certain." Pressing my chest against her back, I grab a fistful of her hair, making her watch me tap the crop against the inside of each thigh, stinging the thin skin.
"Is it yes, you're scared?" I slap her ass again.
"Or no, you're not scared?" I'm making her twitch as the crop lands against her skin.
"I don't know," she moans. "I can't think."
"Exactly," I kiss her approvingly. "You don't think, do you?
You only feel, and react…" I draw the handle of the crop very slowly along her pussy.
Her hands are clenched, breathing ragged.
I bring the crop up, quickly hitting both nipples as she yelps and then two aggressive slaps against the tender crease between her pussy and her thighs.
"Roman…" She gives me a hoarse, ragged cry.
"So close to going off, aren't you? You never thought you would like me cropping your soft, sweet skin.
Do you think you could come if this crop hits your pussy?
" I run two fingers through the glistening slick between her legs and hold it up for her to see before pushing my fingers in her mouth.
"Suck." I pull my fingers from her mouth and press my lips against hers as I push the head of my cock inside her slick channel.
I could never forget the feel of this, the heat of her mouth, her fiery cunt enveloping my cock.
My fucking skin is burning. My insides are molten and I yank the ropes, sending her back and forth on my cock, slamming deep.
Violet explodes, her face red, her eyes glazed.
Spreading my legs wide, I pull her harder against me as I angle my piercing to rub hard inside her.
"I can't –" she moans, limp in her bonds, just flesh and sensation. "Not more. I can't again."
"You should know by now, sweet, sweet Violet, if you say you can't come one more time I'm going to make you come twice.
" I slap her ass each time I bury myself inside her.
Her nipples are red as I twist them, swinging her against my cock, shoving deep until she's come twice more, wailing, gasping, tears streaming from the corners of her corners of her eyes and I lick them off her cheeks, tasting the salt and agony of her release.
"Your convulsing pussy is gripping my cock like a fist," I grunt. "But I'm not coming inside you."
Loosening the rope sends her sliding down, her ass nearly on the floor and her mouth level to my cock. "Open your mouth." Violet's gasping, fingers tightened into fists, but she does. I slide my glistening cock between her lips, groaning at the heat surrounding me.
"Suck like a good girl." And she does, closing her lips around me, her little tongue darting back-and-forth as I take her hair, winding it into the ponytail I fantasized about and using it to pull her mouth on and off my cock.
Gritting my teeth, I try to push away the electric sparks singeing through my spine.
I want this to last longer. I want to hear her choke on my cock, but my balls are drawing tight, every muscle in my body straining toward release.
She pulls in a long breath, looking up at me, nostrils flared and it's too much.
I see the bulge of my cock down her throat and I can't hold back, shoving my hips, using her mouth crudely as she watches me with her glittering amber gaze.
"Swallow, Violet. Take everything I give you."
Ah, fuck.
Her throat tightens around me as my cock swells and she swallows everything from me.
My vision fuzzes out, there's a roaring in my ears as I hold onto the rope with one hand, breathing raggedly as my cock slips from her mouth.
She rests her cheek against my thigh, face messy with spit and some of my come.
Forcing my brain to function, I untie her, smoothing my hands over each indent and mark from the ropes. I kiss each one, telling her how beautiful she is, how brave. When I think my legs can hold me again, I carry her into the adjoining bathroom.
"A bathtub, that's nice," she sighs.
Lifting her into the tub, I put her on my lap, sinking down as the warm water flows over us. My fingers lightly touch each of the marks on her arms and breasts.
"Are they going to bruise?" Violet asks, her words slurring a little.
"No," I kiss the top of her head.
"Oh, that's too bad," she sighs.
My cock is rising again and I groan silently. I'm going to have to ice my dick so I can get some of the blood back to my brain.