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“Stay there,” I coaxed her. “Float in the feeling.” I reached for a small bullet vibrator I had brought with me, turning it to the lowest setting. Her eyes fluttered, still hanging in the balance of her orgasm and Earth as I spread her lower lips. Christ, her cunt was magnificent. The little button of her clit shone with her slick wetness, swollen and ripe for the taking. Or the torturing, as tonight would have it.
I ran the tip of the tiny vibrator over her swollen clit.
“Fuck!” she cried out, bucking and trying to move away.
“Vixen, eyes!” I yelled my command. Her eyes fluttered open as she writhed. “Be. Still. Perfectly still.” My command was firm, unyielding. After a moment, she nodded her head. I watched enraptured as she steeled herself, stilling her movements to a mere tremble as I slowly ran the vibrator in torturous circles over her aching nub.
“Please,” she whimpered beautifully.
“No. Just like this,” I coaxed, circling her nub and not stopping for a moment. Her thighs tensed beside me, threatening to close as her hips shifted almost imperceptibly.
She keened, making little mewling noises as her body struggled to handle the onslaught of overstimulation. My cock dripped at the image of her there before me. Naked, splayed out, nearly spread eagle, save her hands. Beautiful rope adorning her torso as she struggled to hold still. But the most exquisite thing was her submission. I had not bound her hand or her legs, and yet she stayed still. As still as she possibly could. All at my order.
Fuck me sideways, there was nothing more glorious than a full on brat who submitted of their own free will. Especially a woman like Naomi. I cherished it, held it dear to me like a prized possession. It humbled and honored me more than I could find words for.
“Can you cum like this, vixen? From such slow torture?” I egged her on, edging her perfect little cunt so slowly.
“I… I don’t know,” she stammered, her eyes shut tightly as she struggled with the stimulation.
“I think you can. Do it for me, beautiful. Fall apart from just this,” I urged her, coaxing her orgasm from her body like juice from a peach. She struggled, her hips rocking just barely as her orgasm neared.
“Please,” she panted out, desperate for more. “I need it faster, please!” she begged beautifully. “I’ll do anything!”
“Oh! Is that so? Hmm, you want it faster?” I pretended to consider her offer. I already knew exactly what I wanted to do. I moved forward, having already divested myself of my own clothing, and ran the slick head of my cock over her slit, the vibrator still buzzing away on low.
Her hips bucked at the feel of my cock, willing me to enter her.
“Needy little thing,” I teased as I slid my cock inside of her tight sheath.
“Sir,” she groaned, so low and primal it lit the fire within me into an inferno. She felt like silk. She felt like fire. I plunged my cock into her depths, moving just as slowly as that little bullet moved over her clit.
“Fuck, I could get lost in you,” I breathed out, my hips holding her legs open for me as I tortured her with my slow movements.
“I need more!” she cried out, her eyes clenched tightly shut.
“Look at me, my fiery vixen,” I commanded her. Her eyes popped open wide, her face scrunched into concentration as her orgasm loomed just out of reach. “Do not cum without permission,” I growled lowly.
My free hand moved up her stomach to the beautiful rope work. I slid my fingers beneath the center of the artwork, fisting in the strands of nylon and pulling it tight. The motion lifted her just slightly off the bed, only by an inch or so, but it did the trick. She gasped, her breaths coming out fast and shallow as I thrust in and out of her wet sheath.
“Hold on, vixen. Almost. Hold it back for me,” I urged her, feeling my own orgasm began to tingle deep in my groin as she squeezed around me like a heavenly vise.
“I can’t,” she panted.
“Let go for me. Don’t cum yet, but fall back into the ropes,” I commanded her, feeling her tense body almost fighting against the ropes.
“Sir,” she whimpered. She was right there. I could feel it in her body. I could see the tension in her stance.
“I know. I’m right here. Let me take it,” I urged her, gritting my teeth against my impending climax. I pulled the ropes further, letting go of the bullet. It stayed in place as our hips rocked into one another, buzzing away at her swollen clit.
I lifted her, using both hands, my fingers threading under the ropes and holding her up several inches above the mattress as I rocked my hips against hers. My cock, fully sheathed inside of her, rubbed against that spot at the top of her tight walls.
“Sir,” she breathed, her tone completely changing as she finally began to trust me.
“Fall into it, love. Fall into the ropes and into my care.” I guided her, my tone deep and rich, soothing her into that submission that she hovered on the cusp of. “Drop your arms, let your body do what feels natural,” I urged her softly.
She took a deep breath, and Christ save me, she obeyed. Her head fell back, her arms falling out to the sides of her as she floated in my grasp. The ropes bit into her as I held her weight, letting her fall into her submission like she’d been born of ropes and fire.
That’s what she was, my bound flame. All heat and fire, yet held beautifully by my dominance and rope.
