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Mine by loyalsock

The rain lashed down onto Tiffany's nude flesh as she pulled against the ropes binding her. In mock desperation she tried to escape, hearing his footfalls on the wet rooftop. The soles of his boots clicking through the shallow puddles that gathered, the steady clicking of his approach like thundering drums in her ears. She cried out softly as he neared and she surrendered, allowing her body to go almost limp as she stood there, the cold rain making her shiver slightly. His breath in her ear, a slight stirring of warm air against her neck, she knew he was leaning in so close. She was blindfolded well and could not see him as he moved in close enough to smell her fear and arousal. She could feel the heat emanating from him touching her skin, making her want to scream out to be fucked. He had a way with her; he made her feel so vulnerable and so safe at the same time. Here on the rooftop, exposed to the city, nude and tied, she was safe with him. She could enjoy the thought of countless eyes watching her nude flesh. When his hand touched her it was like an electric shock through her soul. She was expecting it but, it was always such a thrill to be touched by him. He gently caressed her stiff nipples and then pinched them. Tiffany moaned as he pulled on them and laughed. She could feel her juices dripping from her and mixing with the night's rain, running down her leg like a river of sex. His fingers were rough from hard work and yet soft from good care. He was a mass of ...

... contradictions to her, strong and yet gentle, demanding and yet yielding to her needs. She felt very much like a toy . . . no . . . that wasn't right . . . like an instrument in his hands. Like he would play her and she would sing so sweetly for him. Only in his hands could she find her true potential. His palms slid down her body and she trembled as though freezing but she had long since stopped feeling the chill of the air. Her body was on fire and ready to explode, if that was his whim. She was his to create music with, and in that role she was magnificent. His fingers passed over her tight belly and she giggled at the tickle. She could feel him smiling at her. It was as though, his moods were palatable to her; she could feel them wash over her. She had amused him and she felt a thrill of accomplishment at doing so. She was, after all, here to amuse and to be used by him and in that role find her satisfaction. She was his. His hands traced over her body, touching her across the belly and around the sides. As they slid up her back her flesh was covered in goose bumps and a shiver of pleasure washed through her. As he slowly traced down her back and onto her ass she could feel a heat burning within her pussy that she was sure would set the water on her skin to steam. As his fingers played over her upper thighs and around her hips she began to tremble. It was amazing what his touch could bring out in her. Such a simple thing as a caress could open floodgates within her that she had ...