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

Fashion Expert, Make up Artist, and TV Personality

... has long since ended and she can't hear me. Briefly, terror sweeps through her as she thought that perhaps I had left her bound on the bed. What would happen when the maid walks in and finds her like this? Her body twists, slightly turned on by the thought. Logic hit her; she has never heard the door click, so I must still be in the room. There is movement at the corner of the bed, and then a hand clasps over her left ankle. She tries to resist, yanking her leg back, then kicking. Something soft slides over her foot and around her ankle. The gag silences her numerous complaints. Tension pulls her leg to the edge of the bed, parting her legs. I must be tying her legs. She kicks again, finding her leg barely mobile, and curses through her gag. She fights harder on the second leg, though she has nowhere to go; in moments that leg, too, is secured to the bed. Her pussy is protected by a thin layer of blue lace, tight and damp against her mound and lips. She hears me approach the head of the bed. The mattress dips by her side and she feels my presences over her. My lips are on her throat, as she tries to pull away but is immobile. my teeth graze her earlobe. " I'm going to cut you free because zip ties aren't nice to your wrists. Don't fucking move your hands." My fingers tap on her cheek, threateningly. She nods. Her body is on fire at my words, my gruff voice in her ear, my lips on her neck. She must have been bright pink, both from the exertion of her struggles and the way her ...

... body burns for me. She holds still as pressure is applied to her wrist restraints; a snapping noise accompanies the flood of feeling into her hands. Limply her hands fall on the pillow; she is paralyzed with both excitement and fear. A rope cuff is tied around each of her wrists and then tied to the respective corners of the bed. Words flooding through her mind as I tied her: spread eagle, open, vulnerable, trapped. She tugs lightly at all of the restraints as I finish – she can struggle and move a couple inches in each direction, but no significant movement can be afforded. She sighs behind her gag, letting her body relax into the sheets. " All out of fight?" My words came from the foot of the bed. " Shame. Watching you writhe is beautiful. Guess I'll have to make you writhe in a different way." The bed dips and she feels my breath on her left calf. I begin to kiss up her leg, pausing to nip gently at her flesh before continuing my journey. She shudders at the sensations, pleased as I make my way to her inner thigh. I switch to her right leg and begin to kiss downward. She lets out a contented sigh that is skewed by her gag. My hands are firm on her thighs, running over every inch, as if to massage them. I make my way back up, moving my lips to her hips pushing up her nightie as I went. She shifts under me, her lust building. She isn't a fan of oral, but at this point she didn't seem to have a choice. It is a favorite of mine, she knew... just as I knew she hated it. Still, ...