Restraint

I blinked.

I opened my eyes, and immediately closed them again. More carefully this time, I eased my scrunched eyelids slightly apart and looked around as my pupils dilated and grew accustomed to the light. My head thumped.

The bright sun tore into the room, shards of it cutting into the shadows on the wall facing me. I was lying naked on the bed, head propped slightly by the pillow, feet apart and my arms up above my head. It was the horizontal equivalent of a star-jump, but I couldn’t move, let alone jump. My clothes lay on the chair in the corner, neatly folded.

I strained my shoulders and tried to twist free, to no avail. The cuffs on my wrists were soft but tight, and although I couldn’t twist to see what they were constructed of, there was no way I was going to break them. The same cushioned restraints gripped my feet, holding them in place, attached to the frame of the bed. As I peered down my chest and across my stomach, I could see a shiny silver bar ran between my ankles, keeping my feet apart, and ensuring I remained prone.

Small rattling noises were coming from what I presumed to be the bathroom, but there was nothing I could do to investigate but look around and contemplate my fate. I remembered the bar, the drinks and the start of the taxi-ride, but not much more after that.

“Hello?”, I called out, with some trepidation.

“Good”. A soft but firm voice echoed through the door. “I was wondering if you’d wake up.”, she said, sounding like she was chewing… or maybe applying lipstick. Her heels clicked across the tiles, and she appeared at the door.

She was tall, nearly as tall as me, shoulder-length chestnut hair, and carrying a smile like a Cheshire cat. She leant against the bathroom door-frame nonchalently, one arm above her head, the other draped across her stomach, as I looked her up and down. She was dressed a two-piece set of expensive underwear, cream half-cup bra cupping her perfect swells and showing just a hint of the dark pink areolas through the fine lace. Her high-leg ivory g-string rose up over her hips, leaving nothing to the imagination through the sheer front trim. The line of her perfectly trimmed soft pussy led down between her legs, dark hair merging with the shadows between her thighs. Her black hold-up stockings contrasted with her pale skin and emphasised the sheen of the lingerie.

“I wasn’t wearing underwear when we met. Do you like it?”, she asked, not waiting for my answer. “You seemed to prefer me naked when you fucked me last night, but I felt I should make an effort this morning.”

Blurred memories begun to spin in my head.

“We…?”

“Yes”, she cut in. “You were drunk, but you did well. But this morning I want more. So I thought I’d take it for myself”, nodding towards my restraints.

By now I was starting to stiffen, my cock rolling around my thigh, and straightening to become flat against my stomach. Her eyes trailed off my face, and down my chest to my belly and below. “Mmmmm”, she murmured, licking her lips. She slipped her hand inside the waistband of her knickers, and pushed her fingers down through the soft hair of her pussy. As her fingertips delved between her thighs, she closed her eyes for a few seconds, breathing out slowly. She played with herself, digits squirming over each other behind the transparent material, her fingers slipping up inside her. My cock was raging, bobbing with each heartbeat in the warm air.

Her eyes flicked open. “You want this?”, she gestured, with a nod to her navel, fingers still twisting and sliding into herself. “Not yet” she hissed, striding over to the bed. She dragged her hand from my toes, along my legs, sliding across the convulsing muscles of my thighs as I twisted beneath her touch, and finally trailing over my stiff shaft. Her touch was light, barely making contact, and my thick flesh jerked up towards her hand of its own accord. “Easy tiger”, she growled to my navel, “not yet”.

“Uuuhhhhhh”, I groaned, unable to stand her teasing, but words not forming correctly in my mouth.

Her fingers continued up my chest, ruffling my soft hair until her hand was under my chin, where she laid a finger on my lips. “Don’t speak. You will do as I tell you, and earn your reward”.

She stood next to the bed, her scent wafted over me. I breathed in deeply, trying to pull her closer with a the intake of air, her soft perfume filling my nostrils. My neck strained as I twisted to face her, drinking in her curves.

“Close your eyes”, she commanded. Instantly, but reluctantly, I did her bidding, plunged into red darkness as the sun lit up my eyelids. I heard a rustling noise, and then something landed on my chest; it felt soft, like material, but heavier. She’d taken her bra off and dropped it unceremoniously onto me. I could barely resist the temptation to look, but didn’t want to go against her.

The bed sunk to my side, and then I felt her skin against my ribs as she straddled my chest. Her thighs gripped my sides, and held me tight, her legs against my hips and her sharp stilettos pushed into my knees. She leant back, kneeling with my body between her thighs, and sat down onto my navel, the gusset of her panties on my cock, which ran hard between her legs.

“So close”, she moaned. “Just that flimsy bit of satin separating you from my tight little cunt… Keep your eyes closed and tell me what you want.”

My mouth was dry, but I licked my lips. “I want to fuck you”. She started to roll her hips, rubbing herself against my shaft. “I want to fill your hot wet hole with my cock”, I told her, as her gyrations became faster. “Let me fuck you now, please”, I begged her, squirming against my bindings.

“Not yet”.

She lifted herself up onto her knees, and threw her weight forwards, leaning over me. Her hands were on the pillow either side of my head, and she arched her chest down onto my face. Suddenly her breasts were pressed against me, her nipples pushing into my mouth. I circled my tongue around her hard buds of flesh, squeezing them between my lips and teeth flicking them with my tonguetip. She writhed as I licked and bit them, and I strained my neck to push harder into them. Stealing a glance while my face was pressed to her breasts, I could see her nipples were hard bullets, pushing out, just wanting to be licked and flicked. I closed my eyes again and worked my tongue over her, until suddenly she was gone, her weight off me, and flesh out of reach.

I couldn’t tell what was happening, just fumbling noises and then the clunk of what I presumed to be her shoes being kicked off. And then the pillow next to me was crushed down, but this time not by her hand.

As her knee pressed down into the pillow next to my other ear, a shadow came across my face. Her calves pressed down on to my shoulders, pinning me to the bed, and I heard her wedding ring clink on the metal frame of the bed as she gripped it with her hand. For a second I was engulfed in her thick sweet musky scent, and then she dropped back on her haunches.

For a second I could hardly breathe, her hot wet cunt smothering my face, the slick warm softness of her labia kissing my lips as I instinctively pushed my tongue out to meet them. My nose pushed into the mound of her pussy, the smooth trimmed hair tickling like gossamer, and I caught my breath, gasping in the sweet honey taste of her secretions as they trickled into my mouth. Steadying herself with the metal bedstead, she settled onto my face and I began to lap up her juices.

My wrists tied, my shoulders pinned and no way to wriggle free, I set to work on her cunt with my tongue, running it back and forth along her delicious slit and probing deep into her pink folds. I could hear her breathing quicken, and I prised my eyelids apart a fraction, to be greeted by the sight of her gorgous strip of downy hair, smooth belly, and the underside of her soft plump tits. She was holding on with one hand, and as I lapped and licked her depths she squeezed and caressed her breast with the other, flicking and twisting her hard brown nipple as I’d done with my lips and tongue earlier.

As I pushed deeper into her with my tongue, and nuzzled the hood of her clit with the tip of my nose, she began to wriggle and squirm, twisting above me and digging her knees harder into the matress. She bucked and writhed, momentarily lifting off me and then dropping back down onto my face, forcing my tongue and lips between her swollen lips. Her juices flowed faster, soaking my cheeks and chin, almost making me splutter.

“Oh fuck, oh yes, yessssss” she cried out. “Nnnnggg ohhh yeeesss”. She let go of her breast and reached around behind her, grabbing my hard pulsating cock and wanking me for a couple of strokes, before her hand slipped free and let go, as I worked more intently on eating her sweet cunt.

And then, as her bottom wriggled faster and faster over me, I gently bit my teeth together, holding and pulling her labia between them, and then letting go and shoving my tongue deep into her. The contrast of pain and pleasure sent her over the edge and she shuddered and writhed, almost choking me as her orgasm poured out of her sopping cunt into my mouth. I flicked her lightly with my tongue and could feel the spasms rock through her, making her shiver as the aftershocks of her climax hit her.

I dropped my head back, gasping for air, resting my strained neck muscles.

“Oh, you’re good”, she whispered under her breath. As her breathing slowed, she swung her hips over my face, trailing herself across my mouth and letting my toungue trail along her soft hot flesh. She began to speed up again, and I worked my tongue on her again, in strong determined strokes this time, licking her from front to back, tasting her like a giant lolly. And then her fingers were in my mouth, pushed firmly in until I licked and sucked them. This time she’d switched hands, the cool metallic taste of her gold band against my tongue as she fipped between me sucking her fingers and then slipping her long fingers up into herself. Her hips rocked and twisted as she built up speed and began to fuck herself with her own tongue while I tickled her with my mouth.

“I’ll have your cock now” she spluttered. It was a statement, not a question, but I was in no position to make choices anyway. She swung her leg off me, and the sun hit my face again. I took my breath, but she cut me off. “No. Keep them closed.” she said, pre-empting my request.

As if she was mounting a horse, she swung her other leg back over me and knelt across me, her back me, legs tight against my thighs but spread wide due to my own position. She paused for a second, taking my cock in one hand, and circling my cock and balls with the thumb and forefinger of her other. The blood pumped in and I was as turgid as I’d ever been, her tight grip forcing every inch of hardness. She rolled back my foreskin and began to slowly wank me, stroking me with one hand while she gripped the base of my shaft (and m straining sack) with her other. “You will come first” she muttered, hands working on me, “When I fuck you, it’s for my pleasure, not yours”. She spat a mouthful of saliva onto my cockhead, lubricating her palm as it slid back and forth along my length.

I was strugging to hold back already, and her tight grip and rapidly quickening strokes were starting to have an effect. My stomach began to knot, and I twisted and strained under her weight. When she squeezed my ribs between her ankles and simultaneously grabbed and squeezed my scrotum hard, I burst, and the first stream of thick stringy spunk spurted straight up towards her stomach. She wanked me furiously as I came, overloading my senses and releasing squirt after squirt of hot come onto her chest and stomach. I couldn’t see it, but I could imagine it collecting in her navel and running down her belly either side of her mons, and I could feel it dripping off her onto my own belly. She rubbed it into herself, smearing her pussy with my sticky mess, and swirled it into the hair of my stomach.

“Mmmmmm …. Good …. and now my turn. You can watch…”, she moaned, relishing the mess she’d made of us both. I opened my eyes and watched hershuffle forwards, lifting herself up onto her knees, and keeping hold of my slippery sticky cock with one hand. When she was right over my hips, hovering above me, she ran my cock tip the length of her slit and back again. Still super-sensitive I writhed and lifted my hips, and she took advantage of my movement, dropping onto me, impaling herself onto my shaft.

She settled down onto my cock, wriggling her hips as if getting comfortable on an easy chair, taking every millimeter of my length into her eager cunt. She was soft, hot and so very very wet – her muscles spasmed and shuddered around my erection as it filled her. We squelched as she moved on me, and I could feel my own come running off her and down between my legs. She began to roll her hips forward and back, and then in circles, feeling me out, savouring my hardness. Her breathing began to quicken, and she started to raise herself up and down on me, strocking my cock in and out of her cunt. As she fucked me, I could barely move, my exhaustion acting as a restraint on its own. But I couldn’t move anyway, and she took what she wanted, hands pushed through her hair and caressing her nipples as she began to bounce more and more vigorously on my rock-hard cock.

“Oh god, ohgodohgod” she squealed, hardly able to breathe.

Faster and faster she rose and fell, controlling her pleasure, working up to her climax. I could feel it start deep inside her, little tremors around my shaft and shivers running up her body as she thrust herself down onto my cock time after time. Then her hand dropped between her legs, grabbing my balls once more and rubbing the soft smooth flesh there. And without warning she dropped hard onto me, forcing me even deeper into her, and squeezing me hard in her palm again, driving my cock up into her as her orgasm hit. “Uh uh uh uh” she cried out, and then stopped as she bit her lip. She began to shake, starting at her hips, and then spasms rocking through her body as she writhed on my hips. Her muscles squeezed and kneaded my hard length inside her, and I could feel her juices pumping out of her tight little cunt, pouring out onto my hips and navel.

And then she slumped, collapsing back onto my chest, lying back with her feet on the bed and my cock still inside her. I kissed her neck and shoulder, and whatever else I could reach, my bonds holding me back from any more touch. Her hands roamed her sticky chest and pussy, touching lightly, almost easing the spasms that still jolted through her. Finally my cock began to soften, and slipped out of her soaking hole, another gush of her juice and my spunk slipping out onto me.

She rolled to the side, and stood before me, dishevelled hair, her chest, stomach and pussy a slimy mess covered with my seed. She looked at me, idly running her finger across her belly and licking the stickiness off her fingers, and I stared back, desperate to touch and kiss her.

An imperceptible movement in her face turned into a nod of her face, and then she shook her head gently from side to side. “You’ll stay right where you are, fucktoy”. She walked to she bathroom door and turned, a hand draped against the frame, looking at my stranded body, tied down and unable to move, her eyes dropping to my semi-erect cock, drenched in our juices.

“I’m going to shower myself, and freshen up, and you’d better be good and hard by the time I come out”.