her
mind.
Quickly, Sir tied her legs to each side of the table.
She was spread open, fully exposed, and barely able to move. He
smiled as he stared down at her, admiring her body and reveling in
her total submission to him. He stood there, silent, unmoving. He
watched her twitch and pull against her bonds, wondering if he was
still in the room.
He loved watching her body react.
The cool air kissed her wetness. Her nipples tightened. Her musky
scent became stronger as her desire increased. A light sheen of
sweat covered the rest of her body. When
would he touch her? How long would “dinner” last? What was
happening? He could read her thoughts as
clearly as if she'd spoken.
Finally, he spoke.
"I will feast on you tonight, my
sweet Babygirl. Orgasm at will."
Sir sat down between her creamy thighs, spread wide.
He stared down at her juicy, open pussy, marveling at the beauty of
her womanhood, pink and swollen, moisture collecting in her folds.
He inhaled deeply, smiling to himself as he took in her scent. This
was for him as much as it was for her. He would worship the very
core of her femaleness tonight, and he would not stop until he was
sated, and she was drained.
Leaning down, he flicked his tongue lightly across
her labia. Babygirl twitched as a small squeak escaped her lips.
Another flick of the tongue. And then another. His tongue landed
randomly, causing her to twitch and gasp, never knowing where he
would taste her next.
Sir ran his tongue across the pink, swollen folds of
her beautiful pussy. He traced each curve and line, memorizing her
folds. He chuckled darkly as Babygirl began to moan louder and pull
against her bonds. He felt the blood rush to his cock as he thought
about her helpless and at the mercy of the pleasure he would give
her.
Sir growled in the back of his
throat as he pressed his mouth hard against Babygirl's clitoris,
sucking and nibbling as she began to scream and writhe. Let the feast begin.
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With each tug, Babygirl felt the rope tighten across
her body. She sighed in pleasure. Not stopping his work, Sir looked
up at her with an inquisitive look.
“ It feels
like I'm being hugged.” He smiled in understanding and bent down to
the task at hand.
Still new to rope bondage, Babygirl didn't always
understand what Sir was doing. Looping this way, pulling that way,
the rope work was a mystery. She realized she could have asked what
he planned to do but not knowing was part of the excitement.
Babygirl looked at herself in the mirror, noting the contrast between
her pale skin and the dark blue of the rope. She pretended not to
see the bulging flesh between the knots. He
believes me to be beautiful so I am.
“ Where's your mind,
Babygirl ?” Sir's fingers never stopped
their knot-making, and he never looked up from his work, but his
attention had been fully on her the entire time.
Her mouth opened and shut for a few seconds. She
didn't know how to answer his question without facing his possible
displeasure with the answer.
“ Babygirl.” His voice held a clear warning. There was no
getting out of this.
She took a deep breath before answering. Exhaling,
the words came out in a rush. “I was thinking that the rope doesn't
look as good on me as it does on models or the girls at the club,
and I decided it didn't matter if I don't think I'm beautiful
because you do, and you're Sir.”
“ All that, huh?” Sir sounded like he was
smiling, although Babygirl couldn't see his face. “Well, you got
one thing right, I know you're beautiful, and you better get used
to it – because I am Sir.”
Bowing her head, Babygirl blushed. They'd been
together for nearly a year but she still wasn't convinced that he
was right about her beauty.
She felt a tug on the rope against her labia and
hissed. He looped the rope so that it slipped right into her body.
Coupled with the growing pressure from the