You walk around her and examine what she looks like from behind. Her shoulders are tightly drawn back. Rigid, epic flesh. A torso without slack. Her ribs stand up like a row of piano keys that long to be played. You step forward and trace the cage with your fingers all the way down to her lower back and spine. You glide over the keys again, this time reaching forward enough to pinch her nipples first. Her head bobs. This is a sensitive area. Noted.
Your hands make their way to her neck and shoulders. You rub these strained body parts, which makes her head fall limply. You remember that she has been bad.
“Are you sorry?” You whisper.
“Yes,” she says, while looking down at the floor. There’s no tension in her back besides that created from the binding. She loves the way your hands feel on her skin.
“Are you going to show me how sorry you are? Are you going to show me how much you wanted me to bring you onto my ship?”
You remove your hands from her back and stand directly behind her. Scanning the exquisite lines of her body.
“Yes. Whatever you want.”
You circle around her like a bull shark (dyke?), one hand floating and descending on her neck. Touching her face and feeling the softness of her smile. You kneel in front of her and kiss her. Her tongue is hot and she leans in naturally. There’s no urgency in this kiss. Its hotness is thick and enduring. Your lips close and both of you linger for a second in this addictive current between the two of you. Pull her closer and then lock into another deep, raw kiss. You scratch her back with your nails, just enough for her to get tense, to let out a sound of satisfaction. One more firm kiss and then you stand up.
“If you were able, I’d have you do this,” you say.
Nod at her bound hands and make her smile, as you begin to remove your harness belt and undress. You remove your vest and bra first and kneel back down.
Let her taste your skin. Suck your nipples. She nibbles and your eyes close. Tension, then a release of a breath you seemed to have carried around for days. You unlace whatever ridiculous bikini- like cover she has on her chest and begin to explore her breasts, knowing now how sensitive they are. Small swirls with your tongue, a bite, and then a moan from your beauty. She bites her lower lip and watches as you stand up and remove the rest of your clothes.
“You can enjoy what you’re doing, but my pleasure is the most important thing. Do you understand? You have to please me. Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you.”
She closes her eyes and nods obediently.
“And you have to sincerely try. If you want me to hit you, just ask me afterwards. I’d be more than happy to do it.”
You bend down, tilt her chin upwards and kiss her reassuringly on her forehead. You kiss and slide your tongue over her soft lips before withdrawing to present her your cunt.
You walk into her mouth slowly. Her balance is challenged immediately by the fact that her hands are disabled. You help her by pulling her head in closer. You do it forcefully enough so that when her tongue hits your clit, you have that perfect amount of pressure. She licks in long strokes, interspersed with some perfect sucking. Her tongue slides more easily as you become wet. Pull her head even closer with both of your hands. She circles your clit and adjusts her head. Her tongue strokes from all sides and you sigh.
You are pleased with her. You release the hold on her head and she remains perfectly balanced on her knees. She bites your inner thigh. Now you moan. Her tongue makes another linear descent over your wet cunt and circles before resuming that wonderful alteration of sucking and licking.
Your hips move into her. Pressing and receiving her rhythm. She flexes her tongue to hit your clit as you press into her. You bite your lip as this gorgeous elevated feeling repeats itself each time you thrust forward. She’s been good. Now, it’s her turn.
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If you want to please her while she is suspended, click here.
