my arousal seep down my slit. When I finally open my eyes he is watching me with a satisfied smirk on his face. “That was the most erotic thing I have ever seen, I could watch you come all day.”
“I think I would be dead if I came like that all day,” I laugh. He lifts me with ease into his muscular arms and I wrap myself around his neck, twisting his silky brown hair in my fingers as he walks through the open plan living area towards the bedroom door. We enter the room and he places me on the bed. I lean back on my elbows watching him. I hadn’t noticed in my hazy state that he is still fully clothed.
“I want to ask you something.” He looks nervous suddenly.
“Anything,” I pant, and I mean it. At this moment in time I would do anything for him. I watch him as he leans over towards the chest of drawers next to the bed and pulls out a set of handcuffs, I gasp.
Is he into Christian Grey shit?
“You can say no, but I would really love to tie you up.” I’ve never done anything like this before. My idea of adventurous before tonight was coitus more ferarum or doggie style for those who don’t speak Latin. Needless to say my previous sexual encounters have been a bit mundane.
“Okay,” it’s barely a whisper but I don’t hesitate. Damon’s eyes light up at the word I just uttered. To be honest I find it fascinating and I am excited to see what this feels like. He moves towards me, taking my hands and lifting them over my head before pushing me flat on the bed. He lowers his body down, encompassing me, never once letting go of my hands. He bends down and his mouth is on mine kissing me hungrily.
“Move to the centre of the bed for me beautiful,” he says, when he finally lets me come up for air. I do as he asks and he takes each wrist and attaches them to a cuff. He then connects them to the hooks that are attached to the posts of the bed. I hadn’t noticed them the last time I was here, although it isn’t really something you look for on a bedpost. He stands up and admires his work. I am butt naked, spread out in the middle of this giant bed but I don’t feel embarrassed or ashamed, I feel beautiful and sexy and there is only one person that has made me feel this way. Damon moves to my feet and takes my ankles spreading them apart. He then continues to attach each ankle to some rope, which he ties to the bottom posts of the bed. He looks at me greedily and I have never felt so turned on in all my life.
He stands back and watches me as I squirm in my restraints, wanting to feel his hot mouth on me. He moves towards my legs and slowly inches his way towards my hot, wet, sex. Lowering his head he blows lightly on my clit, before methodically stroking circles against it with the pad of his thumb. He gently coats me with my own arousal before making his way south, heading for the place that no one has been before. I stiffen at his touch, unsure of what to do.
Do I want this? Of course you do Izzy, you want everything this man gives to you!
“It’s okay Izzy, I will be gentle, and it will be nothing more than a finger. Say now if you want me to stop.” He must have sensed my unease at where he was going; I think about it then relax.
“I want this.” I breathe out. He gently rubs up and down my hole.
“I don’t think we are going to need lube for this, you’re so wet and ready for me.” I feel slightly uneasy about what he is doing, I have no idea what this is going to be like. It’s a first for me and I don’t want it to be an unpleasant experience. He slips the tip of his finger inside me and it feels strange, not hurting strange, more wrong strange, but I like it. He continues stroking up and down, each time going inside a little bit further. I rock my hips to the rhythm and realise that I am actually enjoying the sensation. Once he has his finger fully inside me, he lowers his head and licks straight up my pussy. The feeling is exquisite and I buck under his touch, the
“I think I would be dead if I came like that all day,” I laugh. He lifts me with ease into his muscular arms and I wrap myself around his neck, twisting his silky brown hair in my fingers as he walks through the open plan living area towards the bedroom door. We enter the room and he places me on the bed. I lean back on my elbows watching him. I hadn’t noticed in my hazy state that he is still fully clothed.
“I want to ask you something.” He looks nervous suddenly.
“Anything,” I pant, and I mean it. At this moment in time I would do anything for him. I watch him as he leans over towards the chest of drawers next to the bed and pulls out a set of handcuffs, I gasp.
Is he into Christian Grey shit?
“You can say no, but I would really love to tie you up.” I’ve never done anything like this before. My idea of adventurous before tonight was coitus more ferarum or doggie style for those who don’t speak Latin. Needless to say my previous sexual encounters have been a bit mundane.
“Okay,” it’s barely a whisper but I don’t hesitate. Damon’s eyes light up at the word I just uttered. To be honest I find it fascinating and I am excited to see what this feels like. He moves towards me, taking my hands and lifting them over my head before pushing me flat on the bed. He lowers his body down, encompassing me, never once letting go of my hands. He bends down and his mouth is on mine kissing me hungrily.
“Move to the centre of the bed for me beautiful,” he says, when he finally lets me come up for air. I do as he asks and he takes each wrist and attaches them to a cuff. He then connects them to the hooks that are attached to the posts of the bed. I hadn’t noticed them the last time I was here, although it isn’t really something you look for on a bedpost. He stands up and admires his work. I am butt naked, spread out in the middle of this giant bed but I don’t feel embarrassed or ashamed, I feel beautiful and sexy and there is only one person that has made me feel this way. Damon moves to my feet and takes my ankles spreading them apart. He then continues to attach each ankle to some rope, which he ties to the bottom posts of the bed. He looks at me greedily and I have never felt so turned on in all my life.
He stands back and watches me as I squirm in my restraints, wanting to feel his hot mouth on me. He moves towards my legs and slowly inches his way towards my hot, wet, sex. Lowering his head he blows lightly on my clit, before methodically stroking circles against it with the pad of his thumb. He gently coats me with my own arousal before making his way south, heading for the place that no one has been before. I stiffen at his touch, unsure of what to do.
Do I want this? Of course you do Izzy, you want everything this man gives to you!
“It’s okay Izzy, I will be gentle, and it will be nothing more than a finger. Say now if you want me to stop.” He must have sensed my unease at where he was going; I think about it then relax.
“I want this.” I breathe out. He gently rubs up and down my hole.
“I don’t think we are going to need lube for this, you’re so wet and ready for me.” I feel slightly uneasy about what he is doing, I have no idea what this is going to be like. It’s a first for me and I don’t want it to be an unpleasant experience. He slips the tip of his finger inside me and it feels strange, not hurting strange, more wrong strange, but I like it. He continues stroking up and down, each time going inside a little bit further. I rock my hips to the rhythm and realise that I am actually enjoying the sensation. Once he has his finger fully inside me, he lowers his head and licks straight up my pussy. The feeling is exquisite and I buck under his touch, the
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