Reign Chapter 16 #3
“Let me strip you and put you back in position,” I demanded.
Within moments, I had her standing there in nothing but the hishi. For her bottom, I chose a black rope.
“This one gets its name because of the woven pattern on the sides that accent your hips. They’re teardrop-shaped.
If we do suspension, this is one of the designs I like to use.
It’s not hard to do once you get the pattern down, but it is very visually appealing for me,” I explained before I went and switched out the music.
As the music, which was mostly nature sounds, started to fill the room, I let myself go.
I still checked her breathing, skin color, and temperature.
Whenever I slid the rope through to the back, letting it lie on the outside of her pussy lips, in the creases of her inner thighs, I made sure to “accidentally” brush across her clit and lips.
Anastasia moaned and tried to thrust herself onto the back of my hands, but I moved too fast for that. I caught her faint scent, and when I was in the right spot, the glisten of her cum. My cock throbbed. Precum formed a wet spot on the front of my pants.
By the time I was done making her hip harness, there were two things I wanted. The first was to take pictures of her first session. I grabbed my cell phone from my bag and snapped pictures of her from every angle. Then, when I was done and had flung my phone back into the bag, I marched up to her.
Without asking, I gripped her chin and captured her mouth.
Both of us were eager for each other. The kiss was almost brutal in its intensity.
We kissed until I had to stop before I lost it and shot my load.
We stood there staring at each other, panting.
After several deep breaths, I backed her up until she was at a bench.
I whipped her body around to face away from me.
“Bend over and hold on to the seat,” I growled.
A whimper slipped from her lips, but she did it.
While she was bending over, I shoved my pants to my knees.
The second she gripped the seat, my hands grabbed both ass cheeks, squeezed them, checking out the rope.
Then, I kicked her legs far apart, lined up my cock, and slammed it into her pussy to the hilt in one hard thrust. Anastasia cried out, but it wasn’t a cry of pain.
I wrapped her hair around a hand as I stroked in and out.
“Look up,” I said.
She did and caught sight of us in the mirror. She faced forward, and every time I drilled into her, it made her breasts swing in the harness. Her expression was one of total ecstasy. It was so fucking hot that it made me hammer faster and go deeper.
“Son of a bitch, look at how magnificent you look. God, please tell me you’ll do this again,” I pleaded hoarsely.
“Y-Yes, I’ll do it. I love it. I need more,” she whimpered.
Tugging on her hair until her back bowed a little, I set a harsher pace. The slap of our skin, the feel of sweat on our bodies, the scent of sex, and our mutual cries and pants made it even hotter.
I’d tied and fucked plenty of women. And had much longer sessions than this, but not a single one ever made me as wild for her as this one with Anastasia.
Noting her ragged gasps, signaling she was close, I sped up and used the hand not in her hair to reach around.
I tweaked both nipples, then her clit. Anastasia screamed.
As she tightened around my cock and came, triggering my orgasm, which was accompanied by my grunts, she squirted.
I howled in triumph as I filled her full and let her cum run down both of our legs.
By the time we were done, though I hated to, I had to pull out.
I flopped onto my back on the floor. It was covered with easy-to-clean, easy-to-disinfect mats.
My pants were around my ankles. I didn’t care or attempt to yank them up.
I brought her down to rest on top of me.
We couldn’t stay this way long. I needed to get her out of the ropes.
As we lay there, regaining strength, I began unknotting the ropes by feel.
The top was first since it had been on the longest. When I had no choice, I sat her up to straddle me.
Our combined warm cum slid out onto my skin, but I didn’t give a shit.
I finished untying her, then checked her skin for any abrasions, excessive redness, or bruising where the ropes had rested.
When I was assured there wasn’t any, I brought her down to snuggle with me. We stayed that way, floating, until I knew I needed to provide her with aftercare.
“Sia, babe, I hate to move, but we need to get you some water to drink, and I want to shower you. It’s part of the aftercare I told you about.”
“Ahh, do we have to move?” She whined.
I chuckled and smacked her ass cheek, causing her to jump.
“Yeah, we do. Come on, I promise, if you do it, when we get home, I’ll make it even more worth it,” I coaxed.
The sparkle in her eyes told me she was listening and enjoying it.
It wasn’t long before she was drinking water while the shower heated up.
When it was warm enough, she twisted her hair up to keep it dry, and then we stepped into the stall.
I washed, rinsed, and then dried every inch of her.
The last thing I did before she put her outfit back on was apply coconut oil all over.
It was what she used to moisturize herself with at home.
I wanted her to feel cared for and loved.
When we left our piece of heaven, we were both loose-limbed and still somewhat buzzing. We didn’t stop and speak to anyone. If they spoke to me, I waved or nodded but kept walking. I needed to get my woman home so we could see if there was another round in us. I believed there would be.