Page 118 of Gideon
She laughed, a delightful sound full of wonder and freedom that was pure music to my ears.
I worked to tie a few more ties, a few down each leg that I affixed to the rod as well, holding her legs open for whatever my plans may consist of next. Her arms, I tied criss-crossed just below her breasts, holding them to her body closely for an added sense of security and bondage.
As I stood back, admiring my handiwork, I watched as she sank into the submission that rope could offer. Her eyes glazed over as she let herself go. The ropes bit into her skin and I checked every point, making sure her circulation was good and there were not any pinched parts.
“You are my greatest work of art yet, vixen,” I praised her, my voice low and soothing, helping her to fall even more deeply into that headspace.
My hands ran over her body, enjoying the juxtaposition of the rough rope and her impossibly soft skin under my fingertips. She shivered at each touch, her breathing growing deep and heavy. As my fingers found my way to her open core, her wetness coated my fingers, her whimpering sighs of delight urged me for more. Always more.
The buzzing of my phone on the bedside table pulled my attention. I quickly shook it off. I had a submissive, wet and wanting, at my fingertips. Now was not the time for phone calls or texts. I focused myself on the woman before me as she hung off the ground; the rope digging into her skin as she finally, completely relaxed into her bondage.
“What an exquisite fucking creature you are, vixen,” I purred, pride swelling in my chest at her pure, unadulterated submission.
Her face was the picture of bliss. Her eyes closed and her lips curled in the smallest of smiles as she sank fully into her submission. My fingers found her slit, her legs parted by the rope work. I slid my fingertips carefully over her wet slit.
“Unghh…” she groaned as I parted her folds, finding her clit aching and ready for me. I gently pushed against the wooden rod that hung from the ceiling, letting it rock back and forth, pulling her body away from my touch and then bringing her back again, only to pull away once more. It was torturous. It was delicious.
After swinging her for a few moments, watching the muscles of her shoulders and neck relax as she trusted the rope fully, I pulled the rod straight again, stopping its motion. My fingers delved into her slit, sliding into her warmth as I teased her, pulling every groan, gasp, and sigh from her lips.
“Just here, vixen. Right here,” I instructed her gently, keeping my voice calm as she hovered in blissful subspace. I reached for one toy on the bed. The sound of buzzing filled the room as I brought the head of the Hitachi wand to her clit, cupping it with my hand as my fingers stayed buried inside her heat. She immediately clenched around me, milking my fingers and making my cock weep with want.
Clicking the button, I rocked the head of the wand against her, the buzzing intensifying as she keened for me.
“Please,” she whimpered, her body trembling as I pushed her higher.
“No, vixen. Hold it,” I commanded her firmly. I tugged my pants down, letting them fall to the floor as her cunt trembled, pulling my fingers in as her orgasm teetered on the edge.
I could feel it, the way she balanced on that razor’s edge of need. Her hips bucked, her body going tense as the beginning vestiges of her orgasm broke the surface. Immediately, I pulled away, removing my fingers and the buzzing wand away from her slick slit.
“Ah, ah, ah, little siren. Don’t you fucking dare,” I growled as she whimpered pathetically.
As soon as her trembling slowed, I resumed, my fingers diving back into her depths as the buzzing resumed, this time a level higher.
“Fuck!” she nearly screamed, her entire body going tense. Even her toes curled as she bucked into the intense sensation.
“Don’t you dare cum,” I reiterated harshly. I wanted to push her. I wanted her to give over everything, completely trusting herself in my care.
This time, I didn’t pull away as she got closer. I pushed her, watching her fight for that precious control I knew she was capable of.
“No, no, no!” she whined, her voice nearly hoarse from all her sounds. Her thighs tried to clench together, but her bondage wouldn’t allow it. They held her open, prone and helpless to my assault.
Her scream began as a low groan of need, rumbling in her chest and growing in both pitch and volume as the wand and my fingers pushed her ever higher towards that climactic goal.
Almost.
Just there.
Just barely.
And then I stopped, pulling away yet again to torment her.
“Fucking fuck, fuck!” she groaned, her voice catching on a near sob of denial.
“So good, vixen. So sweet,” I praised her, bringing my fingers to my lips and tasting her essence. She was musky and sweet; pure perfection.
“Again,” I growled lowly. I stood beside her this time, fisting my hand in her hair, the tresses having fallen half loose in wild, tumbling waves around her face, hanging towards the floor below. This time my fingers slid through her folds slowly, the wand cupped in my palm barely buzzing on the lowest setting. My fingers curled into her, slowly teasing her g-spot as I gripped her head with the other hand.
“Eyes on me,” I commanded. Her eyes popped open, vibrant green, meeting my own rich brown. Her gaze didn’t waver, her mouth opened slack as pleasure racked her body in gentle waves. I rocked the head of the wand over her swollen, over-sensitized clit. My fingers played her body like an instrument, pulling her orgasm to the surface slowly this time. Her body was my instrument, and I played her like a fucking symphony. Her cries and gasps music to my ears.
