Fashion Expert, Make up Artist, and TV Personality - Sex Stories

Fashion Expert, Make up Artist, and TV Personality

... her. Her hands holding on my forearm, she didn't dare try to resist. My legs are clamped around her hips, my knees digging into the side of her ribs, my weight pressing on her lower back. " Answer me!" She struggles again, slipping a hand on the inside of my forearm, by her throat. Breathing room, if nothing else. My right leg moves forward, my knee pinning her shoulder and upper arm. My left leg quickly follows and my weight presses most of the air from her lungs. I release her throat; she is stuck, face down in the pillows. She wriggles underneath me, attempting to free her arms. She wastes her breath in grunts, swears, and threats. I gather her wrists in one of my hands and she feels cool plastic against them. Zzzzzt. Her wrists are locked together, she assumes by a thick zip tie, though she can't see it. The noise sent her into overdrive, and her body whips back and forth in attempts to throw me off. Another zipping noise follows as my knees are removed from her shoulders. She yanks her arms, trying to sit up. I sat on her lower back laughing under my breath at her struggles. Clearly, she is stuck without hope of escaping, as her hands are bound to the slotted headboard. " Fuck. You better cut these fucking ties right now!" She growls in my direction, barely able to pick her face up from the pillow to say it. " I like it when you wriggle and fight me." My deep voice is barely audible over her heavy breathing. She feels my hands trace up her sides, lightly. It makes her ...

... shiver, goosebumps covering her skin. " Fucking bastard." she said hoarsely, her struggles dying down as she realizes the bonds will not break. " Now, now. You're the one who told me all your dark little fantasies..." my hand entwined in her hair, wrenching her neck back. " Sent me all those naughty pictures and videos...begging to meet me." I force something into her mouth – round and made of rubber, it seems. She struggles, trying to spit it out, but it is strapped around her head before she realizes what is happening. A ball gag. " You can't tell me part of you doesn't enjoy this. Or, all of you." Her mouth adjusts to the intrusion as she grunts. The gag does a decent job of muffling her noises. She tries to ignore my words, but I'm right – her body is reacting to me. My voice, my scent, my hands that controll her body... the situation terrifies her and excites her immensely at the same time. "For the finishing touch," I pause, then slip a sleeping mask over her eyes. Blind, mute, and bound... Her thighs pressed together, squirming below me again. This time she isn't escaping, but trying to contain her growing horniness. I dismount her pulling back the covers, revealing her lingerie-clad body. The air feels cold on her flushed body and made her skin prickle. I turn her over, my hands lingering on her hips and shoulders. She tries to kick me, but I have dodged her foot as it hit nothing. I chuckle under my breath at her left. Moments pass in silence; the music on her phone ...