Page 45 of Bleed
“God that’s so hot.” I purr, fucking her harder, making the water spritz up more, feeling it tickle my heated skin.
Her channel tightens against my cock, grabbing it like a fist as she grunts and groans her pleasure into the steamy air, her hands sliding on the slick glass.
“More, I want more.” She pants, reaching back, spreading her ass cheeks, trying to take me deeper.
“How much more?”
“Like we used to.” She moans, slamming herself back on me.
“Out of the shower then, baby.” I say to her, wrapping my arms around her middle, lifting her off her feet, keeping her impaled on my throbbing cock. “Hang tight.”
She’s slick and slippery as I kick open the shower door and carry her out from under the water, not bothering to turn it off. We leave the bathroom, her in my arms, her cunt squeezing my dick like another hand trying to keep herself from falling, even though she knows I would never drop her.
That is until we get into the bedroom and I toss her down on the bed, not caring about getting the sheet and pillows soaking wet. They’re going to be drenched with all her cum soon enough anyways.
“Like old times?” I ask her, cocking an eyebrow at her as I stand over her at the foot of the bed, watching her flip onto her back, her wet tits bouncing against her chest.
Her hands go to her breasts and start squeezing and plumping them, putting on a show for me, and my dick bobs up and down in its wanting to be back inside of her so badly.
“Yes. All of it.”
“It’s gonna hurt.” I warn her, keeping eye contact, looking for any hesitance, but there is none.
“I’m hoping so.” She moans, pinching her nipples, stretching them for my hungry view.
“Okay, you asked for it.”
The excitement on her face as I go around to the nightstand and pull it open is palpable. She bites her lower lip as I pull out the soft red rope that, after all these years, is finally getting used again.
“Tie me up baby and have your way with me.”
“Shhh. Be a good little girl and keep that pretty mouth quiet.”
I drag the cotton rope through my hand, unravelling the large coil of it, letting the end drop on the floor as I stare down at her and the drool that drips from the corner of her mouth. She’s perfect, all flushed from the desire and the heat of the shower, and her messy hair fanned across my pillows looks like little ropes in themselves. Ones I’m going to enjoy pulling so hard as I ram my dick back into her.
She slides across the silky sheets when I grab her by the ankles and pull, bringing her ass to the edge of the bed with a devious smile. Quickly wrapping the soft, red rope around one then the other, I bind her feet together then criss-cross it up her calves, around her knees, and up to her thighs. It’s beautiful, the crimson color against her skin standing out like lines of blood on intact flesh.
“So beautiful, baby.” I say, watching her cheeks flush even brighter till they match the rope in color and depth. “I love you bound and at my mercy.”
Grabbing her tied legs, I flip her over face first into the bed, and pull her up on her knees, her legs forced together by the intricate ropework.
“Hands too?” She asks excitedly, already reaching behind her back for me.
“Shhh. Mouth shut, like I told you.”
“Yes Sir.”
It’s perfect the way she bows her head in submission while I hold both of her wrists together behind her back, bringing the tail of the rope up, securing them in place at the small of her back. The more she pulls on her hands, the more it’ll lift her feet, and the more she tries to straighten her legs, the tighter it will cuff her hands. It’s a beautiful Kinbaku hogtie, that will only be getting better as I continue.
Should I feel bad about binding my woman and fucking her into oblivion after what I just did today? Maybe. Do I care? Maybe a little, but not enough to stop me from making a masterpiece out of her.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
“Fuck you’re stunning.” I groan, circling around my bed, walking back and forth, admiring my handiwork. “You may respond.”
“Thank you Sir.”
