Savaged

I take out a blindfold and cover her eyes. It’s deep red like the lacy underwear she’s wearing.

Moving to one foot, I wrap her ankle in a way similar to her wrists—simple loops over about three inches of skin. I slip my finger between the rope and her flesh and nod to myself before attaching the rope to the bedpost and moving to her other leg.

I move back to her head, breathe deeply, and begin to work on her body.

The first strand goes around the back of her neck, right up against her collar, and loops down under her shoulders to give me an anchor. I knot the ropes right above her breasts, then down the center of her body, leaving a decorative knot between her breasts, above and below her navel. I pull cords around her back to intertwine with the front.

It’s not an easy or a quick task, but I want it to last. I take my time with each knot, paying close attention to her skin tone as I work. Each movement centers and relaxes me as Yvette sinks against the mattress.

When I’m finished, the crisscrossed design over her body is simple but beautiful. It’s a symbol of her trust and my control. I stand on the side of the bed and admire her for several minutes before I lower my jeans and crawl onto the bed with her.

I run my hands over the rope around her wrists and then down her arms. I trace the patterns I’ve made on her body, and her nipples harden to my touch. I lean over and lick one of them. Yvette’s back arches to my touch, and I take the other nipple between my fingers and pinch it gently before I run my hand back down her body, over the ropes, and between her legs

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I nip and suck at each of her breasts as my fingers slip into her. I use my thumb against her clit, rotating slowly as I increase the pressure of my fingers inside her walls. The ropes have made her so sensitive to every movement, it’s not long before she’s panting beneath me.

“You can let go, pet,” I tell her. She lifts her hips against my hand, grinding against me until she’s gasping. A tiny cry escapes her, and she drops back to the mattress, her skin flushed and warm.

I rise up and straddle her chest, sitting lightly against her breasts as I stroke my cock in front of her face. I can feel her anticipation as I press the tip to her lips, and she opens to me. The warmth of her mouth is intoxicating, and I lean my head back and close my eyes as I briefly give in to the feeling. I’m glad she’s blindfolded so she can’t see the way I want to lose myself in her.

Looking back down, I watch my cock enter her mouth. It’s a beautiful sight, and I almost get caught up in it. Stroking my hand down the side of her face, I pull out and look to the nightstand.

Grabbing the candy I had placed there, I slowly take the Butterfinger out of its wrapper, trying to be as quiet as possible. The paper still makes some noise, and Yvette turns her head slightly toward the sound.

“Stay still, pet.”

With the wrapper out of the way, I raise myself up on my knees in front of her face, and slowly draw the end of the chocolate across her lips—first the top lip and then the bottom. It’s warm in the room, and the chocolate is already starting to melt.

“Open your mouth,” I say softly. She complies, and I place the chocolate against her tongue. She smiles as she licks at it, and I tell her to take it with her teeth. “Bite down, but don’t chew it.”

She does, and I lay the rest of the Butterfinger on the nightstand and take my cock with my hand. I run the tip over her lips, and she immediately opens her mouth to me. She starts to moan and hum around my cock as I slide it in her mouth. I can feel the Butterfinger in there with me, running along the side of my shaft. It’s an odd feeling but also pleasurable.

I’m pleased that the corners of her mouth are still turned up as she sucks on me, my taste mingling with the candy. I wrap my hand around the back of her head, controlling my penetrations into her mouth until I feel the Butterfinger melt around me. She uses her tongue over the tip as I pull back and slides it up my length as I move back in.

I keep watching. It’s a mistake because it looks so good. I try to move slowly, but her mouth is so warm, and every time she sucks me in, my balls tighten. I brace myself with my free hand and push back farther into her throat but pull back when I realize she’s taken as much as she can.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” I warn her.

She doesn’t slow her movements. If anything, she quickens them. Moments later, I can’t hold back.

“Oh…yeah…” I moan as I empty onto her tongue. “That’s my girl.”

I stroke a few more times as she keeps licking me. Finally, I release the back of her head and remove my cock, letting it slide over her chin and down to her chest. I rest for a moment as I caress the side of her face in silent thanks. I reach up to her arms and shoulders, too—testing the bonds to make sure they haven’t tightened too much.

I lie beside her before removing the blindfold but keeping her bound.

“Do you like the taste of cum?” I ask as I stroke her cheek.

She blushes slightly and then shakes her head.

“No, Master. It’s not terrible, but I don’t like it. I don’t mind, though.”

“Why not?”

“Because…because it feels like you’re marking me. It makes me more yours.”

I kiss her lightly on the forehead.