He walks into their bedroom laying her frail body onto the silk sheets, the cool material making her back arch in ecstasy as she moans. He places the ice bucket on the bedside table and straddles her thighs, leaning down to kiss her pout, his tongue tracing her full lips as he stares into her eyes. he sits trailing his hands down her throat, lazily dragging his nails over her nipples watching as she closes her eyes, biting on her bottom lip and arching her back in pleasure a soft sigh escaping her throat. He stands above her and slowly unbuttons his jeans, sliding the zip down inch by tiny inch, exposing himself to her teasingly. She looks up and watches him running her tongue over her soft bottom lip. She reaches up her finger tips lightly brushing the underside of his balls, he slaps her fingers away growling loudly. She cowers under him her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she stares up at him.
He slowly kneels down between her legs leaning along her length to tie her wrists gently with the velvet padded ropes, kissing each wrist before tying it tightly into place, then slides down her body, his hands just grazing her pussy before they run down her thighs, to her ankles reaching down to tie the pulling them apart at an awkward angle, his eyes travelling up her body, she squirms in embarrassment and whispers.
"love you my love"
"love you to my angel" he smiles as he slides from the bed
He slides up her thighs a little and places the ice bucket against her pussy lips, she whimpers and trys to pull away, the frigid coldness of the silver making her hot pussy ache. He smiles and stands beside the bed, leaning down and kissing her forehead softly, brushing stray curls out of her eyes before starting to chuckle.
"I'll be back, don't go anywhere" he laughs as he walks from the room.
She sighs in frustration and looks up at the ceiling squirming against the bonds that hold her tight, whimpering softly as the clumsily tied knots bite deep into her already chafed wrists. She listens intently for his footsteps on the hall floor, but can only hear soft voices from the TV and the cars outside. Sighing she struggles harder, bucking up trying to loosen the knots that bind her uncomfortably to the bed groaning in pain as they just get tighter and tighter until she is laying there exhausted and in agony. She hears his foot steps coming back along the hall and closes her eyes fighting the urge to scream at him, fighting the urge to spit in his face and tell him hes a bastard for leaving her there for what felt like hours.
