She lowered her arms to embrace his shoulders. He slowly shook his head again, and grabbed her by the wrists. His grip was painful and she gasped. "No, No, No!" He said. "I didn't give you permission to move. I guess you'll just have to be tied down."
It was clear that the sculpture wasn't just art. It fit the curves of her body, and each trailing ribbon, cord or cloth was strategically placed at her wrist, arm, leg, and waist, ankle... all could be tied around to hold her He had been reaching around her to grab the ribbons at her waist. He tied it securely but firmly, and roughly replaced her hands where they had been. He tied those as well, but not so tightly that they hurt.
She was as secure as a fly in a spider's web. She looked around and realzed that she was completely trapped. There was no one to hear her if she screamed. No one to cut her down. Panic began to rise in her throat. She was very, very afraid, and she started to struggle against her bonds.
"Now, you know that won't help you." He said. Oh, God, what did I get myself into? She thought. He's going to do something awful to me but when he reached for her breast, her body rose to meet his caress. Her body ignored her fear and strained against her bonds to reach him. He cupped her breasts in his hands and rubbed his thumbs across her hardening nipples. He gripped them tightly between his two fingers and pinched them
gently at first, then harder. Each time he pinched, a sharp pain radiated through her, then melted into a read heat of pleasure. He dipped his mouth to her, and began sucking and biting on each nipple. The pain was incredible. She threw herself against the bars in a futile attempt to get away from him. She couldn't breathe, and gasped for air. She begged him to stop, but each time she spoke it only brought a fresh onslaught against her tiny, sensitive breasts.
Finally, thankfully, he stopped and pulled away from her. Her breasts felt huge and swollen, her nipples bright red. He rubbed them gently with his fingers as she gasped to get her breath back. He kissed her hard and deep, pressing her between his hard body and the iron. He stood back, and with one hand on her aching breast, he caressed her with the other. He brushed her skin lightly at first, then began to knead her muscles hard. She moved as much as her bindings would allow, pressing her body into his hand. He began to tease her thighs, stroking them gently, then scratching with his nails. She opened her legs wider than he had tied them, begging him to touch her. He stroked her pussy ever so gently, barely brushing the dark hair between her legs. She whimpered and tried in vain to bring her sex closer to his hand. He laughed at her attempts, and kept lightly brushing at her pubic hair, teasing her. He whispered in her ear in a hoarse voice, pressing her with
questions that she could only answer with esctatic cries of Yes! Yes! Yes! He pressed his hand into her pussy, and she moaned with pleasure. He began to thread his fingers through the hot, wet folds of her hidden places, searching for the spots that made her jump and gasp. He drove two fingers deep inside her, and she ground her hips down on his hand, trying to force more of it inside her. She moved her hips subtly as he moved his fingers inside her, and she knew that if he stayed inside her, she would cum very, very soon. |
