Twenty-Three Vanessa #2
After depositing her gently on the bed, I unzipped her dress and slipped it off before climbing over her and kissing her deeply.
She moaned into the kiss trying to pull me further against her, but I pulled back, smirking down at her, satisfied with how easily I had her all deliciously worked up for me.
But her obvious need would have to wait, I had plans first.
"Your set is lovely, but it has to go, I'm expecting it off when I come back," I ordered, skimming my fingertips over the lacy white bra and panties she wore, giving her an angelic glow.
Evelyn whimpered as I got off the bed, propping herself up on her elbows to see where I was going. I strode into one of my walk-in closets, coming out with a coil of soft blue rope. Evelyn's eyes widened, and she nibbled on her lip with anticipation.
"Get comfortable, daring, I'm not rushing my shibari. Your body is too beautiful a canvas for that."
She let out a blissful sigh, laying back down, all while never once looking away from me, her eyes transfixed on my hands unwinding the rope.
"I didn't know you knew shibari, no one's ever done it to me before," she whispered, stretching out her body, instinctually connecting her hands above her head.
Good girl.
I began at her ankle, slowly twisting the rope up, until it reached her thighs which were predictably clenched together.
"Evelyn, open your legs for me, and keep them perfectly still, sweetheart," I instructed, brushing my thumb along her inner thigh, admiring the goosebumps that formed in my wake.
She let out a low whimper as I wrapped the rope around her upper thigh, shutting them when I got too close to her center.
"Evelyn, what did I tell you to do?"
Reluctantly she opened her thighs again, more beautiful sounds slipping out as I repeated the motions on her other leg.
When my hand brushed against the apex of her thigh, she squirmed uncontrollably. As a result, either side of the rope caved inwards, directly hitting her center.
"Oh god," she gasped, shifting again.
The more she moved, the more worked up she got because the rope tickled her core with every motion; perpetuating the cycle. This was exactly why I loved this design, and why she was my perfect subject.
"This is why you follow my instructions, sweet girl. You are only making this harder for yourself.” I continued wrapping her, pretending not to notice as her breathing grew heavier.
I ended the design with a lovely chest tie that still left most of her chest and abdomen exposed. That was important for later.
Methodically, I ran my hand down the length of her body admiring my work, and double checking to make sure no section was too tight.
When my fingers brushed over her hardened pink nipples, she writhed, letting out a small squeal.
I didn't need to look down to know what had happened, her movement had caused the rope to hit her exposed bud.
Perfect.
"Vanessa, please," she whimpered, causing me to chuckle.
“‘Please’ what? Should I untie you?” I asked both of us knowing she’d had nowhere near enough of this sweet torture.
“No, please,” she pleaded urgently as if I were about to stop.
"I barely touched you and you're already begging?"
Slowly, I slid my fingers down brushing them against her sensitive and dripping core. She moaned in response, fisting the sheets and closing her eyes in overstimulation.
"Hmm, you really did enjoy this, sweetheart.
You're already soaked for me. It's a shame I'm not done playing with you yet.
" Giving her nothing else, I slid off the bed to grab the bottle of champagne I brought up here earlier. While doing so, my eyes remained on her. I’d never leave someone unattended while restrained.
I also decided to strip out of my clothing, leaving me bare in my matching lilac silk panties and bra. When I walked back into her view, her eyes trailed down my body. They grew a few shades darker, too distracted to notice the champagne bottle in my hands.
Without giving her time to ask any questions, I poured a few drops of the chilled liquid over her chest slowly. I paused, holding her gaze for a few seconds before running my hot tongue over her flushed skin to pick up the droplets.
I did so a few more times, intentionally dripping the champagne lower down her body. The champagne tasted even sweeter off of her skin.
The sight and contrasting sensations must have had her aching even more as the rope surrounding her thighs was beginning to turn a dark shade of navy with her arousal. Her moans had been growing louder and I could no longer resist her incoherent pleas.
Sealing up the bottle I leaned in closer, fanning her neck with the hot breath of my words. "You've been such a good girl for me tonight, do you think you're ready to have my mouth on you?"
"Yes, please, I'm so ready for you."
"How can I deny you when you ask me so nicely?" I purred, trailing my kisses lower, gently pulling the rope between her thighs off to the side.
I ran my tongue over her mound, relishing in how responsive she was to my every motion. I licked her again, appreciating her flavor, before wrapping my lips around her clit.
Within a few moments, she was already bucking up, her body tensing as it had moments before her last orgasm. I slowed my movements, not done savoring her taste so soon.
“‘Nessa I need to, please, I'm so close."