She throws the dagger, handle over blade, and it sticks into the wooden wall of the Mantis’ hull. Your head is in both of her hands and your tongue is greedily taken by her mouth. One of her hands falls onto your neck and the other drops to your lower back, in order to pull you closer. Your pelvis rocks into hers and your bodies mold into one another. She pulls away and you lean forward and yank at the restraints.
She stands in front of you and removes her suede top. She waits and makes you look at her. Taunting. You feel your forearms get tight. You can’t help but try to reach forward.
“Easy,’ she reassures you while taking a step forward and kissing you softly, ‘Just a little readjustment.” She unhooks the chains to let out more slack and your hands drop from the overhead “X” and fall to your sides.
She grabs your arms and wraps rope around your wrists before removing and tossing the chains aside.
“Kneel before your Queen,” she says.
One leg at a time, you kneel down and scan her perfect body when she turns to face you. You want to touch her so badly. Your bound hands attempt to free themselves and your forehead creases in frustration.
Your eyes continue to examine her. A loosely tied suede bikini bottom is covering your heaven. Above this is a soft, but defined abdomen, which offsets her wide hips that hint at her perfect ass. Her breasts are the size and shape of two mangoes. Dark nipples symmetrically placed. You try to will them to come closer. Her collar bones want your tongue. Looking at her pouting soft lips makes your eyes urgent. You twist at your binding again.
She kneels in front of you and puts both her arms around you. She grips you by your shoulders, pulling them back and apart. Your head falls backward and your chest presses forward. Your body is a marvelous crescent. An arch that’s her creation and your purpose. Her mouth hits your neck and her flexed, hot tongue travels down to the space between your breasts. She sucks on your nipples. You let out a moan.
She moves closer and you feel her hips on your stomach. She pulls your head forward to kiss you. You dive and hungrily descend on her chest. Her nipples are more sensitive than yours and you smile while sucking her right breast. You make your tongue firm and lick circles. Swirls that makes her quiver and sigh.
She begins to stand up and you keep your tongue on her body. As she rises to her feet, your mouth tastes all those parts you just admired: stomach, waist, thighs, which you are now sucking and biting.
She grabs you with two hands and directs you urgently to her cunt. She takes off her bikini quickly and pulls your face into her. You hit the soft wetness and close your eyes. Your tongue licks in upward strokes. She threads her fingers in your hair. She presses you closer and rocks in a rhythm. You hear her sigh as you flick at her clit.
You imagine that your tongue is a feather, as you weave patterns on her pussy. Brushstrokes. You start to suck and she holds you in her and lets out a loud moan. You stop and then dive again. A flood of joy in your mouth. You kiss her thighs, then go in again. Circle that throbbing wet clit. She screams out and her nails dig into your shoulders.
She reaches behind you and removes the rope binding your hands. She pushes you forward and crawls on top of you.
“What is your name? She asks you, clearly a little out of breath.
