surprised them both. Elise secretly wondered if she could submit so publically and if Ross would ever want to claim her that way. They often played, and she had learned to accept and crave restraints, but no one else was ever present.
She liked the spanking bench the best, being restrained and spread for Ross’s pleasure. He would heat her buttocks with the flat of his big hand while she tried to manage the sensation of her clit being tormented by a butterfly. If she came without permission, he would fuck her ass, turning the butterfly up in intensity, something that threw her into orgasm after orgasm until she slipped into darkness. Otherwise he would take her pussy and ride the more gentle climaxes until he too succumbed. Elise loved it all.
Ross bought her things, mostly clothing, but other interesting little items, like a perfect owl carved out of quartz. He said it reminded him of how she looked when she listened to someone, all intent and focused. She had balked at accepting the white gold watch with the diamonds, and he had put it inside the little safe for her to wear when they went out for dinner to somewhere special. She found herself doing little things around his apartment just as she neglected her own. Ross approved of the new throw pillows that softened the look of his leather couch, and they chose a new area rug to tie the look together. He liked the feel of the five-hundred-count percale sheets as much as she did and didn’t blink when she added a few small floral prints to the foyer. She knew they were building a home together, and she liked the feeling, even as she was cautious. Neither had said anything about love, and Elise was comfortable with that fact. Neither of them was ready, she thought.
His command of sex toys and knowledge of her sexuality continued to both amaze and thrill her. On one memorable night, Ross had tied her to his bed after raising her hips on a thick pillow. Like the spanking bench, the restraint had truly taken away her choice, and she could only accept what he gave her. She had watched him take a huge, ribbed dildo from its protective wrapping and leave the room with it. The sound of running water told her he was ensuring it was sanitary, and when he returned to lube it extensively, her pussy had literally wept with his intent. Ross had teased it along her folds, rubbing it up and down, circling her opening and bumping her clit before shoving it inside and the fullness took her breath. She breathed through the sensation, only to pant again when he lubed up an anal wand and pressed it inside inch by inch before turning it on to let it pulse deep inside of her. When he fitted the butterfly at the apex of her sex, right over her clit, Elise began to beg in anticipation. He tormented her nipples with little sucks and pinches, never giving her time to adjust, the wand making her back passage ripple and her pussy clench against the thickness of the fake cock while her clit was bombarded by the butterfly vibe. She rattled the restraints and strained for orgasm, her head flailing on the pillow, her body overwhelmed as she pleaded with Ross to give her what she needed. He talked to her in filthy, specific words, telling her how he was going to ream her ass later, praising her body and her response, and it ramped her up even higher. When Ross turned the butterfly up a notch, Elise literally screamed out with the climax that built and rolled across her senses like a freight train. He pulled off the little vibe and allowed her to ride it out and enjoy the afterglow before turning her onto her belly and drawing her up to her knees. She had felt like a rag doll and was helpless against the positioning, although she tried to cooperate, to share her bliss with him. The soft cap of his cock replaced the anal wand, pushing past the restriction of her sphincter, going deep, deep inside. The dildo left him precious little room and she felt stuffed, stretched, and then something familiar began to
She liked the spanking bench the best, being restrained and spread for Ross’s pleasure. He would heat her buttocks with the flat of his big hand while she tried to manage the sensation of her clit being tormented by a butterfly. If she came without permission, he would fuck her ass, turning the butterfly up in intensity, something that threw her into orgasm after orgasm until she slipped into darkness. Otherwise he would take her pussy and ride the more gentle climaxes until he too succumbed. Elise loved it all.
Ross bought her things, mostly clothing, but other interesting little items, like a perfect owl carved out of quartz. He said it reminded him of how she looked when she listened to someone, all intent and focused. She had balked at accepting the white gold watch with the diamonds, and he had put it inside the little safe for her to wear when they went out for dinner to somewhere special. She found herself doing little things around his apartment just as she neglected her own. Ross approved of the new throw pillows that softened the look of his leather couch, and they chose a new area rug to tie the look together. He liked the feel of the five-hundred-count percale sheets as much as she did and didn’t blink when she added a few small floral prints to the foyer. She knew they were building a home together, and she liked the feeling, even as she was cautious. Neither had said anything about love, and Elise was comfortable with that fact. Neither of them was ready, she thought.
His command of sex toys and knowledge of her sexuality continued to both amaze and thrill her. On one memorable night, Ross had tied her to his bed after raising her hips on a thick pillow. Like the spanking bench, the restraint had truly taken away her choice, and she could only accept what he gave her. She had watched him take a huge, ribbed dildo from its protective wrapping and leave the room with it. The sound of running water told her he was ensuring it was sanitary, and when he returned to lube it extensively, her pussy had literally wept with his intent. Ross had teased it along her folds, rubbing it up and down, circling her opening and bumping her clit before shoving it inside and the fullness took her breath. She breathed through the sensation, only to pant again when he lubed up an anal wand and pressed it inside inch by inch before turning it on to let it pulse deep inside of her. When he fitted the butterfly at the apex of her sex, right over her clit, Elise began to beg in anticipation. He tormented her nipples with little sucks and pinches, never giving her time to adjust, the wand making her back passage ripple and her pussy clench against the thickness of the fake cock while her clit was bombarded by the butterfly vibe. She rattled the restraints and strained for orgasm, her head flailing on the pillow, her body overwhelmed as she pleaded with Ross to give her what she needed. He talked to her in filthy, specific words, telling her how he was going to ream her ass later, praising her body and her response, and it ramped her up even higher. When Ross turned the butterfly up a notch, Elise literally screamed out with the climax that built and rolled across her senses like a freight train. He pulled off the little vibe and allowed her to ride it out and enjoy the afterglow before turning her onto her belly and drawing her up to her knees. She had felt like a rag doll and was helpless against the positioning, although she tried to cooperate, to share her bliss with him. The soft cap of his cock replaced the anal wand, pushing past the restriction of her sphincter, going deep, deep inside. The dildo left him precious little room and she felt stuffed, stretched, and then something familiar began to
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