Part II
Her Anniversary Present
Rob sat on the small couch in their hotel suite, sipping his vodka tonic (with
no lime). He could hear the shower running in the bath as Adriana rinsed the
sweat from her long lithe body.
He was still amazed at the generous way she had given herself over to their
bondage game, and gratified at her good grace in accepting his tumultuous orgasm
over her own. He had untied her as swiftly as he could given shaky legs, and
Adriana had embraced him and held her mouth pressed to his for so long he
thought their lips might bruise.
Rob had slid on boxer shorts and dropped into the couch as she stripped the
sticky blouse from her shoulders. "It may not be romantic, but it is practical;
I have to soak this," she said, moving to the marble handsink, running water,
and submerging her fine blouse and the silken scarf which had bound her eyes.
Then she picked up her skirt that he had kicked away under the desk, and her own
discarded pantyhose and bra. Housekeeping completed, she had prepared his
cocktail from the mini bar, as he promised to pay for her dry cleaning and for
the new toys in her magical bag. Adriana kissed him on the cheek as she
delivered the drink and announced that she was going to take a shower. "But I'm
not letting you off the hook. You owe me an orgasm, and you're going to give me
one. I want you inside of me."
What to do with his victim? He glared at the king-sized bed. Didn't beds used to
have headboards on which to bind young maidens' arms, he mused. He got up and
walked to the head of the bed. A soft bolster was mounted on the wall-great for
reading in bed perhaps, but not for tying young women. He explored the bedside
stand. It had the requisite legs. He gave it a shake. Also mounted to the wall.
Excellent!
He dumped out Adriana's bag of tricks and snatched two cords. He tied one to a
leg on the bedside stand, and with the other end, secured a leather cuff. He
repeated the operation with the bedstand on the other side.
The shower stopped. He knew that was just the beginning-she'd have to towel off,
brush her hair, apply moisturizer. Rob swept the materials back into the bag,
setting it within reach. He returned to his spot on the small couch, detouring
by the desk to set the lamp and phone on the floor.
"Are you ready?" she called to him.
"To see you, or for another drink?" he asked.
He heard her Bronx cheer, then watched her step around the corner into the room.
She wore a striking blueish purple teddy, drawn tightly across her crotch, cut
very high at the hips. It was held up with elastic over her breasts, like a
bandeau top? The ultimate accent: she was wearing similar-colored elbow length
gloves. He felt his cock begin to stir to attention.
"Wow," he exclaimed as he got up. "You look absolutely delicious."
"Do you like it? Do you think the gloves are a bit much?"
"Too much? No, how could you even say such a thing. My gosh, you look
incredible."
She looked at herself in the mirror, straight on and in profile as she
explained. "I found them while I was cleaning out a closet. I needed them for a
bridesmaid dress a few years ago, and thought then, 'how impractical!' But I
held onto them. Then I saw this at a store," she ran her hands down her sides
and back up again, "and the color was so close, I thought what the hell."
"Speaking of color," Adriana started, turning to him, "I hope you're proud of
yourself," She turned and lifted the hem of the teddy, exposing her reddened
backside. "My ass is so tender, the water from the shower head brought tears to
my eyes." She looked over her shoulder, grinning madly at him.
"Are you still prepared to give yourself over to me?" he asked gently.
"In a minute." She turned to him and embraced him, pulling his head down to give
him a passionate kiss, their tongues anxiously probing one another's. Then she
broke the kiss and stepped back, wrapping her gloved arms behind her. "Do with
me what you will, oh master!"
He led Adriana to the bed, and she quickly took in the cuffs on either side of
the bed. She crawled across the top of it, then rolled over onto her back,
voluntarily extending her arms to either side. Rob cuffed her gloved wrist, then
readjusted the knot, pulling up the slack and securing her to the bedstand. He
walked around the bed and repeated the operation, stretching her arms across the
width of the king-sized bed. "Try it," he ordered, and she strained at her
bonds.
At the foot of the bed, he seized an ankle in each hand and drew her body down
the bed, stretching her arms even more. "Hey," she complained. He released her
and she squirmed higher to relieve most of the tension on her arms.
He picked up a bed pillow and had her lift her ass so he could support her hips
on the pillow for a better angle.
He turned to the desk, lifted it and brought it to the foot of the bed. With
more cord from the zippered bag, he tied each of Adriana's ankles to legs of the
desk, stretching her body spread-eagle.
Already his cock was rising in his shorts.
"Well, you got a shower, I think I need one now."
"Rob, you can't leave me here like this," she whined.
"That's a good point, what if you cry out?" He rummaged in the bag and came out
with a roll of red sport tape and another square of cloth.
Adriana's eyes widened as he sat on the bed next to her and worked loose the end
of the sticky cloth tape from its roll. She talked very fast: "Rob, you can't
gag me. I mean this is my first time and you'll be in the shower and what if
something goes wrong and what if someone's at the door--"
"I'm in control here. You gave yourself to me. And I can't have you yelling
while I'm in the shower." He explained patiently.
"But what about our safeword? I can't call out our safeword --" the rest was
lost as he stuffed the cloth into her protesting mouth. She spun her head away,
working it from side to side, but he stayed with her. He gently but firmly held
her jaw open as he carefully packed in the cloth. Then he began to wrap the
crimson cloth tape over her mouth, behind her head, careful not to trap her
hair. About 5 or 6 passes around, and he tore off the tape end. The tape covered
her mouth from beneath her nostrils to just short of the point of her chin. He
poked a finger into her ribcage and listened to her muffled squeal. Fine, he
thought to himself.
"Adriana, don't worry so. You won't need the safeword, I won't do anything any
worse than what we did before." He rummaged in the bag and withdrew her
vibrator. He laid it carefully between her legs, one end balanced on the pillow,
the other lying across her crotch. He did not turn it on.
Rob stepped back to view his prize. Barely clad in purple, her legs spread,
gloved arms firmly outstretched. Mouth sealed with crimson tape. A plastic cock
rising from her crotch.
The drapery brushed at his shoulder, and a new thought occurred. He peeked out
the window, then slowly drew the drape open about 12 inches. He grinned
maniacally listening to her squeal and seeing the newfound struggle as she
worked to get loose. Clearly she didn't remember that their view opened on to
the lake; there was no building opposite them.
"Now you put on a good show for the neighbors," he instructed as he stripped off
the shorts, his penis jutting out at a curved angle. "Think of me."
He tried to make his shower last a long time, but patience was impossible. He
carefully soaped his cock and balls, anxious to get back to her and sink into
her wet pussy. He turned off the water, dried himself, and knotted the towel
around his waist.
Of course she was still there, nipples turgid through the thin material of her
nightgown, her face flushed with excitement. The vibe had fallen away as she
twisted, and lay pointing downward, between her ass cheeks. Later, perhaps, he
thought, as he took it away and set it on the bed.
He straddled her torso and began kneading her full breasts through the sexy top.
He loved the way Adriana's hair spilled on the pillow, her wide eyes, her
covered mouth. He loved the gloved arms reaching out at 10 and at 2 o'clock. Rob
slowly pulled at the elastic top, sliding it down Adriana's breasts, until they
popped over the edge. He rolled each nipple between his fingers adoringly, and
she closed her eyes and sighed deeply.
He pulled the towel off his waist and dropped it over the edge of the bed. He
positioned himself, squeezing her breasts together in a channel to run his cock
through for a few strokes. He stopped a moment, then carefully moved his foot
between her thighs, pressing his toe against her puffy sex. She giggled a
little. Then he resumed his tit-fucking.
Rob stopped and cautiously dismounted. Adriana made a nasally pleading noise and
watched with anxious eyes. He rescued the vibrator, turned it to a low setting,
and slowly traced it down her throat, across and between her breasts, lifting it
over her tummy and placing it lightly on the pantied crotch. The silken material
was almost sodden with her juices. He raised a leghole, pulling the crotch to
one side and pressed the smooth rounded head of the vibrator against her pouting
pussy lips. A few seconds later, he worked the length of it into her.
Adriana tried frantically to piston her hips, but the cords held and she could
only toss her head in frustration. Clearly, Rob was in charge here, and she
willed herself to relax and enjoy his performance.
He tired of forcing the material away, so he undid the buttons of the crotch and
tucked the teddy material away. With one hand he continued to fuck Adriana with
the vibrator. With the other, he held open her pussy lips and gently fingered
her love button. Were her hands not bound, he knew, she most certain would have
applauded.
Rob could tell by her breathing, her sweat, her struggles that Adriana was close
to cumming. He withdrew the vibrator and shut it off.
He slid his fleshy sword into her like it was coming home. She squealed with
delight. As she involuntarily pulled her legs, the desk banged against the foot
of the bed.
One hand on her hip, the other massaging her breasts and nipples, he kissed her
neck, his cheek pressed against her red gag. He rose on his elbows, looked into
her eyes, and pressed his lips against hers. She groaned, frustrated by the
barrier, chewing at the material he had packed into her mouth.
He sawed in and out of her pussy with savage abandon, his hips pistoning up and
down, thrusting his shaft, piercing her. Adriana forgot to struggle, forgot the
cords holding her ankles and wrists, even the gag in her mouth as she gave
herself over to his passion. They were fucking like horny teenagers, hammering
one-anothers' pubic bone with each passionate stroke.
He felt it surging up inside of him, and changed his tempo. She recognized the
change and protested with a groan. All the sensations, and that moan, put him
over the top and he pulsed his creme into her.
As she felt his cockhead pulse within her, Adriana realized she too was cumming,
throbbing, cumming like she never had before. She tried to trap him with her
thighs, tighten her grip on his cock, and she pulled hopelessly at the leather
and rope binding her wrists.
He lay atop her exhausted now, listening to her heavy pants and sighs through
her nose. He clawed at the velcro-like fabric, pulling it down off her face,
spilling across her throat. He pulled the sodden cloth from her mouth and cast
it somewhere off the bed. She sucked in air gratefully.
He fumbled with his right hand, unbuckling her left gloved wrist. Slowly Adriana
lowered the arm, certain her muscles would ache even more in the morning.
"Don't," she said as he made to get off her.
"I should, I'm too heavy, I need to untie you."
Her answer was an intimate squeeze of his joint, buried in her. "In a minute.
Just lay here, on me, and enjoy the moment."
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