Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends

... what to do or say, or plan any more little manipulations for her. As much as I enjoyed seeing her suffer, it was so liberating to just being able to pound into her as much as I wanted. She was still cumming, gasping and moaning to the point where her voice sounded hoarse. I noticed she was holding her legs up on either side of me, so I grabbed her knees and pushed them tight against her chest. It seemed to make her pussy even tighter, and as I thrust into her over and over, I felt my second orgasm approaching faster than normal, and decided not to try to hold it off. I was soon shooting out another orgasm so strong it forced a wild moan from my lips. I kept my cock inside her as my orgasm passed. Her pussy was still gripping around my softening shaft as I pulled out of her, and her breath was still coming in shaky gasps and sobs. I rested on my knees for a minute or two, just watching her. She was holding her legs in the air, her knees pressed against her chest, and her hips thrusting slightly in a steady rhythm as the waves of her orgasm passed, her toes curling slightly in time with her legs. I leaned over her, wrapping one hand around her jaw and the sliding the other into her messy hair. Her breathing slowed, and soon we were both still, and calm, looking into each other's eyes. I gripped with both hands and kissed her. I could taste a hint of my own sperm in her mouth, but I didn't care. I broke the kiss, and pulled her up by the shoulders, guiding her to turn over. I ...

... moved behind her and unclasped the belt that was holding her arms. She sighed with relief as they fell limply to her sides. I reached over and pulled her tub of cream from my bedside drawer. I quickly unscrewed the lid, and began slowly and methodically massaging the cream onto her bright red cheeks. She began to sigh and laugh when I first touched her, and soon I could see her visibly relax. "How do your arms feel?" I asked, putting the lid back on the tub. I lay down beside her, and she rolled over onto me, clumsily trying to hug me around my neck. "Numb." she said simply, and giggled. "Tingly." I'd read enough about bondage to know that, while numbness is usually a warning sign to be more careful, it can take hours in a position for real damage to occur, unless it's a particularly strenuous one. Still, I made a note to try out a different position next time. "That's normal." I said, "Don't worry about it." "It's ok." she said quickly, looking up into my eyes, "I trust you." I stroked her hair gently, and she rested her head on my chest again. She hadn't stopped smiling since I untied her. As the feeling returned to her arms she gripped me tighter, and sighed again. She didn't relax like she normally did. I could still feel the tension in her body. "Jessica -" I said, stroking her hair. "Not yet." she interrupted. I was going to ask if there was something bothering her, but it looked like she was about to tell me herself. "Don't make me leave yet, please." she said, "Just let ...