“I think it sounds so sexy,” I muse, purring almost as I do so. However, Zane continues to get up, leaving his side of the bed empty and uninviting. “Don’t leave. I’ll bring you breakfast in bed.”
He doesn’t stop, though, and although I love the idea of breakfast in bed, I can wait just a little while longer to stay in bed with him. I can’t tell what he’s up to, but as he leans down I presume it’s to pick up a pair of boxers to put on.
"Do you know what I can do before breakfast?" he asks, sitting on the end of the bed. He has his back to me, and I'm left guessing his expression by just the back of his head and the position of his shoulders.
I push myself up onto my elbows. "What do you want to do?"
"I'll give you a clue," he states and holds his hand up, his handcuffs swinging from his finger.
I mew with pleasure and excitement bursts to life. “Now is hardly the time to play cops and robbers,” I tease him, prodding him slightly with my foot.
“Why not?” he asks and stands up, only to crawl onto the bed. “I mean, we’re home alone, it’s just us two, and I know this won’t overdo it for me.” He waits for my reply, but I’m secretly cautious of being completely without my defenses. “You trust me, right, Sweetheart?” he asks, and I nod. “And you know I would never do anything to endanger you, yes?”
“Yes,” I comment as he crawls closer, our bodies within closer proximity than ever.
“Then trust me with this,” he tells me and takes one hand. I don’t reply; I just allow him to clasp the cuff around it. “Trust me to only make sure you’re happy when I get you like this,” he comments, slowly – and with ease – lifting my hand above my head, looping the chain of the cuffs around the black iron bed frame before reaching for my other hand. In the same manner, I keep my eyes on him as he lifts my arm up, and I comfortably allow him to restrain me.
When the final click sounds, he releases me, and my arms slack and remain poised above my head. I thought my incarceration at Zane’s will would unnerve me, but I’m waiting anxiously for what he’ll do next, enthrallment buzzing with every beat of my heart. With my hands tied, I wonder what he’ll do next to torture my needy body. Will he kiss me all over, only to sensitize me and give me a quick hard fuck? Or will this pleasure be a strewn-out journey to ecstasy?
Zane moves back down the bed, moving with agile motions to get to where he wants and when he grabs my legs, I know I’m in trouble. I have no time to refuse as he begins to lift them and soon I’m in a predicament I know will end with me calling his name. I’m not ready to be trapped with my legs up by my head, and my nakedness vulnerable to his every whim. I see a glint in his eyes, and I know my nerves are for a reason. He licks his lips at me.
“I think my morning breakfast just got served,” he teases, looking down seductively before giving me one last look as he moves forward.
“Don’t you da-” I get no time to finish my sentence as he crashes down onto my * and begins to lick with leisure.
At first, he had no plan, I could tell. All he wanted was to prove that I’m his victim. Now however, he’s taken to hitting my clitoris. He strikes it and I begin to fall hard. The first lick teases my arousal. The second tantalizes me. And the third, well, the third renders me Zane’s victim.
I can feel my orgasm building with rapid speed, and I worry about my sudden wetness, however, Zane moves only slightly and begins to lick at my opening, lapping up my juices. Apparently, he wanted me like this – dripping and all too eager.
I feel his tongue press into me, a totally different sensation than his cock filling me, but it’s gratifying in a way complete fulfilment isn’t. He plays my body as if it’s an instrument; finely turned and at his disposal. He toys and caresses me with gentle ease, yet masters the art of being firm and assertive with me all at once.
And as he works, I can feel my body becoming unbidden. My toes begin to curl; my legs bend more as I begin to arch against his mouth. The noises I emit are senseless, driven from me like a madman, and I fear when I explode my body will melt away with the heat of this arousal.
It takes a few more carefully executed flicks of his tongue before I give in and the rapture of ecstasy from my orgasm rips through my entire body, tightening it and arousing it furthermore all at once.
“Z-Zane,” I manage as my body quivers and shakes, even as he still continues to lick me out. My eyes roll closed at the gratification he has plied me with, I pull against the cuffs, my hands curling around them as I fall from seventh heaven quickly. My body begins to calm, stilling its movements, and my eyes remain closed as I feel Zane finally withdraw.
When I feel his weight shift, I finally open my eyes and feel completely spent already. I look down at him as he sits between my legs.