Story For Me Part 2 Thank you love:)
Coming home, the steel balls inside of her, and the banter back and forth over the phone have made her absolutely wanton for sex. Her crotch is wet, not damp, wet. Her crotch is hot for her man, and she is ready to be taken by him, possessed by him-ready to have her world rocked. She clambers out of the car, rushes to the bedroom, flings open the door, only to find an empty room, and an empty bed. She frowns. Then the lights go out and its pitch black. Startled she turns around, and there he is, her silent warrior. All she can make out is his silhouette in the doorframe, and a glint of light off his pale eyes. A spark ignites, and it makes her jump. The room is hot, and the air is still. The spark, turning to flame, lights a candle, it doesn't even flicker in the still air. His chest is bare, and his eyes are low and staring deep within viscous intent as he sets the candle next to her bed, his gaze fixed on her. For a moment, she is frozen in his pale
hunter's gaze, she his prey, his source of pleasure and fantasy. She knows he wouldn't harm what he owns, but him standing there with that look makes a place deep inside her turn with mysterious fear of the unknown, and churn with the pleasure tying into ****s inside her. Her eyes stray down his chest, following the trail down to the bulge in his faded jeans,and she cracks a smile. She reaches to touch him and run her fingertips through the hair on his chest, but he grabs her wrist firmly. Pulling her to him sharply, yet somehow gentle. He releases her hand, and she touches his skin, its hot to the touch. With both hands he caresses her face, palming her shoulders, he pulls her in to kiss him, his tongue circling the barbell in her mouth, he sucks her tongue into his mouth, taking the barbell in his mouth, clicking it against his teeth. He releases it to gently bite her lip. His hands slide down her body and lift her arms in the air. "Keep them here"
his hands slide back down again, and he lifts her dress off, discarding it to the floor. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a length of parachute cord, looped and hitched in various lengths. With her arms till in the air he takes her wrists and binds them together. He brings them down and admires his work, and her body. Her body is trembling, her skin hot to the touch. He removes her breast from her bra one at a time, pinching her hard nipples. Her legs cross a bit and she pleads to him "I don't want to ruin the moment, but these balls... Make me really have to pee." He smiles from the corner of his mouth. And takes her binder hands, stepping her backwards towards the bathroom. He guides her, not taking her eyes off him. When they reach their destination, he hooks his thumbs around her underwear, pulling them to her feet, and off. At the shower, with on hand holding the end of her bindings, he guides her leg to step up on the edge of the
bath with the other. The metal ring dangles between her legs, and he kneels, taking it in his mouth. Her bound hands splay their fingers over his head as he gently tugs, her muscles weak from keeping them inside all day. He breathes deeply smelling her sex as the balls pop out of her. Gently he rises and guides her back to sit on the toilet. He looks down at her, and brings the balls up to gaze at them, in the dim candle light, he raises them, taking the end one to his lips, tongues it then sucks it. He looks down again. "Unbutton my pants" and he watches her fumble with the buttons with tied hands. She fumbles, so eager, finally the trip one is undone and she pulls the rest. He pulls himself out, stiff for her. Her bound hands hold the tip to her mouth and sucks. His head tilts back and his butt clenches from pleasure received. Unable to hold it any longer, she pees while sucking him, and his hands run through her hair. Gently tugging it back, he
looks down at her, their eyes locked while she hammers the barbell on her tongue against the tip of him. "Pick up your underwear, we're going to bed." She stands, slowly at first, wet, and bends to gather her underwear, and as she bends, he smacks her ass, hard, keeping his hand there. It stings and she shoots up straight. His fingers tickle the stinging skin of her rear. He leads her by her bindings to the bed. He drops his pants next to her dress, and turns her to spread her out on the bed. Making quick work with her bindings, he ties her hands to the headboard. He looks down at her, taking her underwear giving them a long sniff. He shudders, and hardens. "Amy, love, your body is mine to overwhelm." He reaches down and from under her pillow, pulls an eye mask out and places it over her eyes, she can smell his body close to her, he places the panties on the pillow beside her. She can smell them as well. He climbs off the bed. She hears him walk out.
She waits, and waits, she begins to wonder where he left to. Suddenly on her chest, drops of cold. Very cold, drops from ice on her chest, down her belly. He climbs back onto the bed, spreading his legs over her. The drops hit her nipples, making them instantly hard. He kneels over her, sucking the water pooling on her belly, slurping up to her breasts, he takes her nipple in his mouth sucking it, then releasing it but sucking air in around it, so cold. His lips mount her other nipple, her breasts pushed out by her bra, the ice cube in his mouth, the cool burning making laps around her areola, circling to mount the tip of her nipple. She hears him crush the ice in his mouth, then he meets her lips, parting hers, and he kisses the crushed ice into her mouth. He turns over on top of her, facing away from her, and works two pieces of ice up either of her legs. She squirms under him as he makes his way to her inner thighs. He takes a cube and rests it in
her belly button. The other he takes in his mouth, tracing it over her clit. She feels him hard, pressed against her body. The ice cube in her belly melts, ice cold water running down her sides. She shivers as he licks her, tasting her, making her hips arch
hunter's gaze, she his prey, his source of pleasure and fantasy. She knows he wouldn't harm what he owns, but him standing there with that look makes a place deep inside her turn with mysterious fear of the unknown, and churn with the pleasure tying into ****s inside her. Her eyes stray down his chest, following the trail down to the bulge in his faded jeans,and she cracks a smile. She reaches to touch him and run her fingertips through the hair on his chest, but he grabs her wrist firmly. Pulling her to him sharply, yet somehow gentle. He releases her hand, and she touches his skin, its hot to the touch. With both hands he caresses her face, palming her shoulders, he pulls her in to kiss him, his tongue circling the barbell in her mouth, he sucks her tongue into his mouth, taking the barbell in his mouth, clicking it against his teeth. He releases it to gently bite her lip. His hands slide down her body and lift her arms in the air. "Keep them here"
his hands slide back down again, and he lifts her dress off, discarding it to the floor. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a length of parachute cord, looped and hitched in various lengths. With her arms till in the air he takes her wrists and binds them together. He brings them down and admires his work, and her body. Her body is trembling, her skin hot to the touch. He removes her breast from her bra one at a time, pinching her hard nipples. Her legs cross a bit and she pleads to him "I don't want to ruin the moment, but these balls... Make me really have to pee." He smiles from the corner of his mouth. And takes her binder hands, stepping her backwards towards the bathroom. He guides her, not taking her eyes off him. When they reach their destination, he hooks his thumbs around her underwear, pulling them to her feet, and off. At the shower, with on hand holding the end of her bindings, he guides her leg to step up on the edge of the
bath with the other. The metal ring dangles between her legs, and he kneels, taking it in his mouth. Her bound hands splay their fingers over his head as he gently tugs, her muscles weak from keeping them inside all day. He breathes deeply smelling her sex as the balls pop out of her. Gently he rises and guides her back to sit on the toilet. He looks down at her, and brings the balls up to gaze at them, in the dim candle light, he raises them, taking the end one to his lips, tongues it then sucks it. He looks down again. "Unbutton my pants" and he watches her fumble with the buttons with tied hands. She fumbles, so eager, finally the trip one is undone and she pulls the rest. He pulls himself out, stiff for her. Her bound hands hold the tip to her mouth and sucks. His head tilts back and his butt clenches from pleasure received. Unable to hold it any longer, she pees while sucking him, and his hands run through her hair. Gently tugging it back, he
looks down at her, their eyes locked while she hammers the barbell on her tongue against the tip of him. "Pick up your underwear, we're going to bed." She stands, slowly at first, wet, and bends to gather her underwear, and as she bends, he smacks her ass, hard, keeping his hand there. It stings and she shoots up straight. His fingers tickle the stinging skin of her rear. He leads her by her bindings to the bed. He drops his pants next to her dress, and turns her to spread her out on the bed. Making quick work with her bindings, he ties her hands to the headboard. He looks down at her, taking her underwear giving them a long sniff. He shudders, and hardens. "Amy, love, your body is mine to overwhelm." He reaches down and from under her pillow, pulls an eye mask out and places it over her eyes, she can smell his body close to her, he places the panties on the pillow beside her. She can smell them as well. He climbs off the bed. She hears him walk out.
She waits, and waits, she begins to wonder where he left to. Suddenly on her chest, drops of cold. Very cold, drops from ice on her chest, down her belly. He climbs back onto the bed, spreading his legs over her. The drops hit her nipples, making them instantly hard. He kneels over her, sucking the water pooling on her belly, slurping up to her breasts, he takes her nipple in his mouth sucking it, then releasing it but sucking air in around it, so cold. His lips mount her other nipple, her breasts pushed out by her bra, the ice cube in his mouth, the cool burning making laps around her areola, circling to mount the tip of her nipple. She hears him crush the ice in his mouth, then he meets her lips, parting hers, and he kisses the crushed ice into her mouth. He turns over on top of her, facing away from her, and works two pieces of ice up either of her legs. She squirms under him as he makes his way to her inner thighs. He takes a cube and rests it in
her belly button. The other he takes in his mouth, tracing it over her clit. She feels him hard, pressed against her body. The ice cube in her belly melts, ice cold water running down her sides. She shivers as he licks her, tasting her, making her hips arch
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