Surprise!

You’re Not Going Anywhere

After that yummy matinee, which we finished. Both the film and him.

We headed back to his place so I could pack up and head to my beloved Bolivar.

I was bent over almost packed when he sneaked up behind me and grabbed me around my tummy. He then hoisted me over his shoulder and carried me up to the Doolittle bed.

In place were: bonding tape, chains, ribbons as long as stockings. And, of course, a sip or two of our favorite libation - gin.

Not that we needed it, but what’s late afternoon delight without an added luxury?

He threw me on the bed, sat on top of me, then started to force an arm up to the bed post. He tied it ever so vigorously.

Then the other arm. Gently this time. With that smirk on his gorgeous face.

“We’ll call your friends later to tell them you couldn’t make it. Much later.”

At that point I willingly spread my legs as I watched him pull my undergarments off.

Before I had a chance to ask him about my shirt and bra, he bent over to the side table and grabbed a pair of my trauma shears (where’d he get those?) and started cutting my top and bra in half. But ever so slowly. Giggling all the while.

I could have kicked him and protested, but we all know I was loving this.

I’m his slut. His.

He continued cutting and wrangling until I was completely nude.

He slid down the bed to my feet. Before he shackled them, he rubbed his semi-hard cock with my right foot.

As he got harder, he grabbed the chains and began wrapping them around my ankles.

I was submissive. Completely.

He gravitated to my left foot and curled my arch around his shaft.

Up and down, all around, as much as I could twist my foot.

He left the room.

Came back with a bottle of oil. Our scent.

This guy was prepared. Boy scout. Eagle status.

He stood over me dousing my body with that slide-y goodness.

He stood back, admiring my oily, freckled skin. Glistening. Just for him.

He teased me with stroking himself.

My hips started to writhe into the fluffy, poofy comforter.

He came over to my head and pulled my long, red hair out from under and splayed all of it on the pillow.

Turned my mouth toward him and said, “Open up and take it.”

I licked him like a lollipop.

Before too long he thrust his cock down my mouth and throat, simultaneously reaching under my head and hair to assist with my swallowing.

Before he could come, he pulled out.

He started at my toes. Licking, rubbing, running his hands and arms up my legs.

I was about to burst just from this.

I wanted so badly to have one hand free to rub my clit, but his teasing was unrelenting.

I moaned. He grinned.

“Don’t be so impatient, baby. You’re not going anywhere.”

I gasped tinily and bit my lip.

I couldn’t help sharing the smirkiest of looks with him.

I told him I really wanted to come.

He gave me his evil eye and landed himself onto the bed in between my legs and put his lips and tongue onto my fluffy, red snatch.

I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again. This guy was the king of eating pussy.

And, wouldn’t you know it, we’ve come to know each other so well, just as I was almost there, he stopped.

Dammit.

Why don’t I have a free hand with which to slap him?

Trapped. Gleefully trapped.

He got up, turned around. I took one look at his cute and sensuous butt and thought I’d die right there. Happily.

He turned back, gave me a sip of cool gin, then slid himself down my throat one last time.

“Remember that taste, my love. This won’t be the last time.”

Was he reading my mind?

Dammit, again.

He took a gulp for his own and wiled his way back to the bottom of the bed. Stroked himself a little again. Making my juices flow.

I was so wet and ready.

He knew it.

He slid his body upon me just tickling every nerve I had.

I could feel his warm and hard dick rustling against me.

I wanted it so badly.

Before he entered and pounded my g-spot with his upward motion, he looked at me, and said, “You’re mine. Get it?”

I looked back up and replied, “I’m getting it.”

He plunged himself into me and fucked me. Just the way he wanted. And I let him.

No screaming, no fighting, no defense on my part.

Our rhythms were in sync. I felt his body heating up against mine.

We stared at each other with gaining momentum.

I then felt the sensation of him hitting in my overflowing pussy just where I like it.

I swear that fluffy comforter was drenched. From my wet pussy and his sweat as he went deeper and pounded me.

I asked if I could have one hand free?

“No. I will do what I want to you, and you will take it.”

He bent down and looked directly into my eyes again and asked, “Ok with you, my love?”

I could not resist. But why would a girl when she’s being taken care of properly by her man?

He fucked, and fucked, and fucked me any way he could while I was his willing, restrained partner.

Just as I was to announce I was climaxing, he looked at me and said, “I’m coming now. Inside you. You can come now, princess.”

We came together and I was allowed to scream his name.

I wish I could have dug my nails into him, but I was not allowed.

Yet.

Stella 🧡