Light Bondage

Unknowing that as Ellen slept, I sneak inside the penthouse. Ellen awoke with her hands tied to the headboard, a blindfold of some sort covering her eyes, rendering her blind. She panicked, struggling against her bonds, feeling the rope dig into her skin until I spoke. My voice sensual and appealing, it is more than the exotic lilt of my voice that gave me away; it is my phrasing, the way I piece my sentences together, the endearments no one else calls her. She relaxes a bit. She is still confused and curious, but no longer feels any fear. I explain that I’m there to show her what she is missing, to cure what I term her ” frustrations.” I ask if she is willing to allow me to do this; she knows that, if she declines, I will release her immediately. Part of her considers this, but the rest of her is curious and a little thrilled. Ellen nods her consent. Immediately my fingers start unbuttoning her nightshirt, parting the fabric to reveal soft flesh underneath. My fingertips lightly stroke her skin…just barely skimming the surface, teasing nerves into life. For several minutes I continue, gradually drawing closer to her nipples, watching her chest rise and fall in anticipation. My thumb grazed across the surface of her nipples, causing her to gasp softly. While my hands begin manipulating her breasts, I lean down and kiss her lightly, lips moving across her face and down her throat. I nibble on her ear lobes, tugging them gently with my teeth…trailing small bites down her neck and shoulders, across her collar bones.

Moving southward, my mouth eventually closes over a hard nipple and she moans, shifting toward me. My tongue flicks over it and I delight in watching her body react, spending several minutes alternating between kissing and licking each nipple until she is panting, moaning her need for more, unable to lie still beneath me. My hands pull down the waistband of her pants, dragging them over her hips and past her calves, tugging them off completely. She lies there in darkness, heart beating rapidly, air cooling the wetness she feels at the apex of her thighs. She feels my lips against her stomach as I kiss my way down, past her naval, while my hands stroke the outer and inner contours of her thighs, coaxing them apart. Ellen moans softly as my fingers move to her pussy, lightly stroking her slick folds before one slides inside. She gasps, her breathing harsh. I continue, feeling the tightness of her vaginal channel as I slide in and out, stretching her slightly. After a minute or so I curl my finger upward, searching for that little bundle of nerves; when I find it she squeals, arching upward, seeking more. I gently force a second finger inside and she groans loudly, the sensations almost too much to bear. I lean close, my lips teasing her swollen clit, tongue sliding around it, circling several times before flicking across it. I feel her body tense, telling her to let go and cum for me. My tongue descends on her clit again and all the sensations sweep over her, her body shuddering in release.

She feels my hands leave her, my lips trailing kisses up her torso, my weight shifting as my body straddles hers. I kiss her deeply; my voice in her ear I tell her that I’m going to penetrate her now, if she is ready for that. She gives her consent. My hands reach down, gently pulling her legs open wide as I settle between them. Ellen feels the head of my cock nudging her slit; I press forward insistently. She gasps as it pops inside. I gradually sink into her, savoring the sensation as her body stretches to accommodate my girth, until I’m fully embedded. I hold still for a moment, continuing to kiss her, giving her time to adjust before I withdraw again.