Page 7 of The Castle of Carnal Desires

Derek let out a booming laugh that echoed off the stone walls. “With an offer like that, how could I resist? Okay, here we go.” Another box came out.

“Web style restraint system. Hmm.” He opened the box and thick loops of nylon rope came out, and then four neoprene cuffs, lined with satin on the inside. Derek was staring at the instructions. “So, I think it goes over the bed, and then ye can tie ye lover into any position. Let’s try putting it on. We want ease of use, without too many instructions.”

Sure, we could attach a restraint system to my bed, purely in the name of research.What was the worst that could happen?I asked myself sarcastically.

Derek quickly moved around the bed, looping and fitting the system until it looked like a spider web on my bed. He placed the cuffs in various positions using D-Rings attached to the cuffs. “We should test how strong these are. Do you want to have a try, or shall I?”

Blood rushed to my face at the thought of being tied up and helpless with this stupidly hot man. Heat was beginning to build low in my body. This was such a bad idea, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Uh, why don’t you try it? You are stronger, it’ll be interesting to see how well it holds you.”That’s it Aili, I told myself,calm and professional. He doesn't need to know that you are picturing him tied up and naked.

Derek nodded and laid back on the bed, strapping in his feet, then his left arm. “You’ll have to do this last one,” he murmured.

I looked at him stretched out on my bed and swallowed hard. I strapped in his other wrist, letting my fingers linger on his rapidly beating pulse. Seemed like the good doctor wasn’t all that immune to the situation either.

My gaze roamed lower, over his hard chest, and past the little strip of hard abdomen that was visible where his shirt had ridden up a tad. There was a definite bulge in his jeans, and my mouth went dry. I looked back at his face, and his gaze was hooded. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

“Can you move?” I asked, my voice a husky.

He strained against the bindings, and although the nylon ropes shifted, they didn’t come loose. He shook his head. He was watching my face with such pent-up intensity, I could feel it heating my blood.

“Do you want to move?” I whispered. He stared at me then, right into my eyes, as if he was trying to see into my head. Then he subtly shook his head.

“No.”

My breathing came out in a whoosh, and for a moment, I stood there stunned. My head and my hoo-ha had a fight in that moment. I wanted him with an intensity I had never felt before. Every time I was in the same room with him, I was picturing him naked. If I wasn’t picturing him naked, I was daydreaming about what it would be like to fuck a man that was built like a god. Then, just as a bonus, I sometimes imagined what it would be like to fuck two men who were built like gods, simultaneously.

So, my vagina was screaming an almighty “FUCK HIM” but my head was weighing up the pro’s and con’s, like the smart, professional modern woman it inhabited.

Unfortunately for my brain, Derek chose that moment to shift a little more, and his shirt rode up more and his jeans shifted down, baring the V of his obliques. That was my brains kill-switch apparently, because I lost all cohesive thought.

Decision made, I went back to the box of erotic goodies and fished around some more. I pulled out a smallish box. “Vibrating cock ring," I bit my lip and looked at Derek with hungry eyes. I unboxed it and tossed it on the bed and reached in again until I found what I wanted. A box of assorted condoms. I pulled out one that said it was studded for her pleasure.

I walked over and shut the door, sliding the deadbolt across. Sauntering back towards the bed, I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse. Derek’s eyes followed me like a predator, even though he was lying there, trussed like the prey. I slipped my jeans off until I was standing before the bed in just my lingerie. Well, my bra was Victoria's Secret, my panties were the comfortable cotton boyleg kind. Can’t win them all I guess, plus Derek didn't seem to mind. He was looking at me the way I look at a freshly opened tub of Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough icecream.

I knelt on the bed and pinched the bottom of his t-shirt between my fingers. He arched his back so I could smooth the shirt up and over his head, trapping it behind his back and baring his torso to me. I ran a finger down his chest, over the smooth bumps of his abs and down to the hem of his jeans. There was a definite bulge that told me he was packing some big equipment down below. I undid the button and the head of his cock sprang free. I shifted his jeans halfway down his thighs. I ran my body back up his, my nipples tightening as they chafed over the coarse hair below his navel, until we were chest to chest, nose to nose. “I guess I don’t have to ask if you are a boxers or briefs kind of guy,” I purred. You have to love a guy who went commando; just one less barrier to get in the way. I wrapped my hand around his hard member and he thrust up into my hand. I leaned forward and kissed his mouth softly, nibbling gently at his lips, teasing, before he leaned forward and claimed my mouth, and I dived into the kiss.

I liked this feeling of being in control, of being the one who set the pace, who teased and tasted. My practical panties soaked as my heart raced in my chest. Speaking of tasting, I broke the kiss and moved my way back down his body, rubbing all my aching parts on the hard lines of his torso. When I was positioned between his thighs, I looked up at his desperate face and grinned. I leaned forward and ran my tongue around the tip of his cock. The gasp that left his lips was oddly satisfying, so I ran my tongue down the shaft. His muscles were rigid as he struggled not to move.

“If ye keep doin’ that, a dinna ken how much longer ah’m gonna last.” His Scottish accent was much thicker now.

I tore open the condom wrapper with my teeth and positioned it on the straining head of his cock. Then I leaned forward and rolled it down with my lips, taking him deep into my mouth. Mmm, strawberry flavor.

Derek let out a guttural moan and muttered something incoherent. Next thing that went on was the vibrating cock ring. I pressed the button to make it go, and the vibration made Derek gasp again.

“Quick, Aili,” he begged.

I removed my panties and straddled his hips, just out of reach. I leaned forward and kissed him, and he kissed me back with such abandon that it took my breath away. His tongue teased, his teeth tugged and nipped, and he all but begged me to ride him.

Finally, I was driving myself crazy with need too. The head of his cock was teasing against my entrance and I knelt over his hips. Grabbing his cock in my hand, I guided him into me. Our collective moans echoed around the room, and I sat there, feeling him stretch me so deliciously.

Derek was rolling his hips, trying to make me move, and a devilish grin lit my face. It was definitely nice to have the power for once. I slowly drew him out of me, until only the tip of the head of his cock was in, before slamming myself back down, making us both yell. I wouldn't have made much of a tease, because I couldn't help but ride him, grinding into the vibrating cock ring that teased my clit and threatened to make me cum all too soon.

But I wasn’t ready for this delicious pleasure to end, as I ground on his cock, riding him hard, and he thrust up to meet me, pulling at his restraints trying to touch me but they were holding strong.

Too soon I felt the pleasure build, the delicious heat lighting up my nerve endings as my orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave, making me moan loud enough to wake the dead.

Derek’s motion lost its rhythm as he too got close. “Fuck, Aili. Oh god.” He bucked once, twice, his body twitching as he came. I collapsed against his chest as I caught my breath.

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