Sex,Lies, and Bondage Tape

Once he had tied her wrists to the metal bar, he gave her jaw a gentle bite, making her smile inside. He tested the range of movement in her wrists. "Can you move your hands?"

"I didn't think you wanted me to move."

"I want you to be able to struggle, just a little bit. It's more fun that way."

Heat rose to the surface of her skin. Instinctively, her hands gripped at the rail, testing it out.

He nodded approvingly. He ran his hands over her prone torso, enflaming her breasts. "The need to be inside you has been a more powerful force than anything I've ever known. The moment I saw you outside the door, my dick got hard."

She snaked within his grasp, her body flushed with heat, his raw words sending flare after flare of red-hot lust through her. Her crotch was damp. She wanted to feel him there, longed for it.

He put his fingers inside the waistband of her gym pants, breathing along the skin of her collarbone, before slowly dropping down to squat in front of her, taking her pants and underwear down with him. He looked up at her, his gaze making a slow passage over her body. "I'm dying to taste you. If you promise to sit on my face again, I'll be your slave forever."

He looked so strong, so mighty, and when he knelt there looking up at her that way, saying those words, something came undone inside her. "Tommy, please," she murmured, her breath catching in her throat.

He reached up, opening up her thighs, his fingers plunging into her sex, testing her. "So wet," he murmured, and then he leaned in, taking her in his mouth, working her fast and hard.

Her clit pounded anxiously when he rolled his tongue back and forth over it, sucking on her as she writhed. Back and forth, the strokes maddening her. Then he did that thing with his teeth, rubbing them over her flesh, grazing the sensitive swell of her clit and she came fast, her womb heavy with release as she moaned and wriggled, fluid running down her thighs.

He stood up, wiped his face with the back of his hand, grinning, and pulled a condom from his pocket. Tearing it open, he reached inside his shorts for his cock, rolling the rubber onto it quickly. He grappled her buttocks into his hands, and then lifted her. "Are you ready for me?"

She nodded, anticipating the feeling of that hard hot shaft that her body craved so much.

He smiled, but he didn't enter her. Stepping back, he lurched her body away from the wall.

"Oh god." She flashed him a glance and laughed, her hands riding around the bar, tightening on it. So this is why he had tested her range of movement. He was challenging her, challenging her to keep hold while he rode her.

He wrenched her thighs apart, and stood between them. "Strong enough to take it?"

The mere thought of him there, his powerful male body thrusting into her while she held on for dear life, totally at his mercy, just about made her come on the spot. But the challenge he gave flared through her. She grasped the bars tighter, tensing he

r body. "Give me your best shot, big man."

He nodded and his eyes were filled with dark promise. Shoving one strong arm under her buttocks to support her, the other hand directed his cock towards her entrance. "I want to possess you in every way possible. I want you bound and blindfolded. I want you to suffer with need. I want to feel you struggle against me, I want you to beg me to make you come...and make you wait."

She cried out, holding on tight, her body stretched out, taut and wired.

The head of his cock was just inside, but he was holding back. Resting easily between her thighs, he had her strung out, physically and emotionally. "I know you're strong enough to match me."

His words bit into her, making her grip the rail and pull, rising up in front of him. "Tommy Sampson," she breathed, staring at him accusingly, and with as much savvy as she could muster, "you are one kinky bloke."

"Just as well I found you then, isn't it, kinky lady?" He pushed his cock deeper.

She clutched at it, her body melting onto it, relief hitting her. He had found her, and she was glad.

The muscles in his neck tightened. He was still holding back. "Together we can be happy just trying to out-kink each other."

"Sounds good to me," she about managed to reply, heat breaking out all over her body. The back of her neck was damp, the undersides of her breasts inside her Lycra top growing clammy.

"Do I have that in writing?" He withdrew his cock, moving it outside her entrance again, pressing against her with the hard head but not pushing in. He was teasing her to the max.

She clenched with loss, but she had no control over her lower body, it was entirely in his hands. "No need. I might not give it often, but my word is good, you know that." She braced her arms, lifted up against the bars again and looked him in the eyes. "I want you, Tommy."

"Good, because you've got me." He rode her deep, ramming up against her cervix.

She cried out, her hungry eyes devouring him.

As he moved, thrusting hard, his brow was drawn down in concentration, the muscles in his neck corded. His hands clutched her buttocks tight, squeezing the flesh as he thrust into her. He was as driven as she, his cock seeming to swell again inside her, on every thrust. He was ready to blow.