Rock and Water - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Rock and Water - Chapter 9

... including my wrists and lower arms that are still behind me. He’s careful to not allow my shoulders to be strained, or my arms to be pulled too tightly together, but the effect is incredibly restricting. The wrap, which started just above my navel, extends to just below my breasts. I take a deep breath, and note that my breathing is not restricted in the least, and the moment of panic that threatened to seep in quickly dissipates. My breasts sag just a bit over the upper edge of the plastic, and I can feel droplets of sweat develop between my sensitive flesh and the binding wrap that confines me. “Are you okay, Corrine? Are you comfortable?” I can see both concern and lust dueling in his eyes. “Oh, sir. It feels incredible… Yes, I’m okay. Please go on.” The plastic against my skin feels tight and smooth…so much more confining than the rope we’ve used in the past. “I have scissors right here. Just say the word, any word, and the wrap will be off of you immediately.” I see that Patrick had pulled the kitchen scissors out of the wood block they’d been kept in, and their proximity makes me feel even more at ease; more able to let go to his control and my desires. I nod, and say, “Thank you sir.” He flashes me a quick smile, before continuing with the wrap, this time around the calf and ankle of my left leg, securing it to the corresponding front leg of the chair. He finishes off the roll and then repeats the same action on my right leg with the second roll. He puts the ...

... remaining cling wrap back into its box and puts it in the utility drawer for the flat owner’s future use. In two long steps he’s standing in front of me. He stops and just stares for a bit; emotions, both tender and carnal, alight his face. “You look beautiful like that, Corrine. Your flesh under the clear wrap…so pale and naked…your exposed skin with just a hint of flush. It’s fucking hot as hell.” As an aside, he quickly adds, “…and it’s a damn good thing I’ve come already, because if I hadn’t I’d probably explode inside of my shorts right now.” My giggles break through the nerves that have been creeping in as I wonder, just what does he have planned for me? With one more step he’s between my legs, pressed against the front of the chair. His eyes caress my face, arms, and chest, only to be followed by his touch. Fingertips brush wisps of my hair behind my ears, sending goose bumps down my neck. They trace each eyebrow before blazing a sensuous trail across my cheek and over my lips. His gentle touch is igniting a much more forceful response within me, as tremors begin to shake my body with each breath. Two fingers push my chin up and to the side, exposing my pale neck to his touch. This time it’s his nails that I feel tracing from the underside of my chin to the hollow of my throat; two fingers return just above and to the left, feeling my bounding pulse beneath them. This makes him smile. With just the lightest of touch, both hands now continue a path of tender torment across my ...