Tied to the Bed Part 2

To see where they started, check out part one here:

The force of her orgasm filled his hand and he continued teasing her as she rode the waves of pleasure. Her wrists pulled against the ties as she wanted to feel him and return the pleasure.

Somehow knowing she was at his mercy made her want it more

She was riding the afterglow of pleasure as his fingers slid out of her. She couldn’t see the sheets, but she felt them wet against her legs. He’d already made her flood his bed and he’d only needed his fingers to do it.

His lips came down to claim her mouth. The kiss was rough and demanding. Straddling her, his erection pressed into her stomach, reaching well above her navel. She could feel his pulse pounding in the thick veins as the velvet soft skin pressed against her. Her own pulse was pounding in her wet slit. He had her so worked up that her sensitive skin was awake to every stimulus. Her nipples were hard buds pressed into his chest. The tiny bundles of nerves on fire and radiating pleasure straight through her.

His rough hands moved up her arms and gripped her wrists where they were bound to the bed. A low growl sounded in his throat. He moved his lips to her ear and in a low voice, “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.” A rough whisper was all she could manage. Her pulse quickened as the image of him sliding into her played through her mind.

Silky juices ran out of her in anticipation of him pushing inside her.

“Patience.” He said nipping her ear lobe and moving slow kissed down her throat. “We’re going to taste you first.” His kisses worked down her body. Small nips and soft heat. Both nipples ached in his mouth as he slid a finger into her mouth. It was a finger he had teased her with. The flavor of her orgasm filled her mouth as he teased her tongue. She sucked the juices from his finger and gave the tip a small nip to tease him back.

Then his mouth was on her, his tongue was inside her. The swollen hot flesh quivered under his ministrations, and she moaned. Back arching her wrists pulled against the bindings. She wanted to force him into her. The pleasure was overwhelming, she needed to release it. His tongue was quick and wicked as he teased her. He sucked her clit letting the skin rub softly on his teeth. She gushed into his mouth. Moaning, the wave rode her, and she let it flow out of her. His rough stubble soaked as she flooded into his mouth.

He drank her up, his beautiful eyes watching her face as she gushed into his anticipating mouth.

He was leaning over her again, kissing her. She tasted her orgasm in his mouth. He reached a hand down, grasped himself. Painfully slowly he teased her with his large head. The velvet hot skin slid through her silky wet lower lips. Spreading her. She tried to roll her hips forward so he would enter her, but he pulled away. Over and over, he slid just between her lips, teasing a gentle pressure at her opening. He was bigger than she was, and the pressure built inside of her as she anticipated him stretching her. He pulled it up ran a circle over her clit.

His head radiated heat into her skin, velvety soft and hard. Pushing lower to tease her between her wet lips.

When she was frustrated enough she could have screamed, he finally pushed into her. Not far, just enough so the tip of him pushed her open. She moaned as she was forced to stretch around him. More. She wanted more. All of him. Now.

He pulled back then pushed his head in and out of her slowly. Taunting her. The bed frame creaked as she pulled on the silk. He was rock hard and with every gentle push inside her, she felt full and empty all at the same time. He was so thick that every penetration she felt the same stretch to accommodate him. It was intoxicating.

Without warning, he slammed his way into her. Forcing her open for him until she felt his balls slap her. He was so long and thick it filled her and stretched her until she thought she would burst. He didn’t move once he was all in her. She orgasmed around him. Her channel stretching, then tightening in waves as she tried to adjust to him inside her. Her hot juices flowed down his balls. It felt like he was all the way up to her ribs. She thought it would hurt. Instead of pain, all she could feel was pleasure. She’d never been so full before and she rocked her hips riding him inside her. A rough moan escaped him, “So fucking tight.”

He pulled out of her abruptly and she gasped in complaint. She felt like an empty cavern without him inside her. His strong hands grabbed her hips and flipped her over. Her wrists were pulled toward the bed as the ties crossed and tightened. He pulled her up until she was kneeling before him on her knees and elbows. She looked past her breasts to see the lake in the sheets he had made with her pleasure.

Hands on her hips, he thrust into her. Filling her until she thought she would burst. Slamming through her. Over and over, he penetrated her. Every thrust stretched her and the felt like it could tear her apart. It hurt so very good. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think. Her moans turned to screams of pleasure as she took all of him. His balls slapped her clit with every thrust and her nipples dipped to the wet silk sheets. The air had cooled the wetness and they felt like ice against her tender nipples.

She lost track of time as he rode her. A gentle slap on her ass sent over the edge again. He put just enough sting into it to claim her body. She stared at her bound hands and pleasure spiked in her, tightening her channel around him. She was spread open for him to take, any way he wanted. She was submitting her body to his control. Knowing it gave an edge to her pleasure she didn’t expect. She was not a submissive girl.

She felt the change when he was close to climaxing. His hands were gripped her like iron. His breathing became rougher. He seemed to throb inside her as his climax built its way to the tip. His own rough moans were mixing with hers, deep and sexy. She ached with anticipation. She wanted him to feel the pleasure he’d been giving her.

“Cum inside me. Please, cum inside me.” She begged, longing to know she could make him cum.

He exploded inside her. She felt the hot liquid burst from him. She climaxed with him. Pleasure overcame them as they both slid over the edge. His hands found her breasts as he continued to pulse inside her. Filling her until his cum began to drip down her legs. “Yes, yes, yes!” burst from her with every pulse of cum. He let out a long moan and she felt his shaft lift and then still inside her. His hand slid down and his fingers worked her clit, forcing her to cum around his still hard shaft. The liquid flowed out of her in a gush that ran down their legs. He didn’t let her come down as he kept at her tender flesh. He was still so hard inside her. Every spasm of pleasure had her tightening around his shaft. He moaned with her as she rode him. Submitting to the pleasure far past what she thought possible. She may as well have been a virgin before tonight.

Finally, they collapsed into the soaked sheets, his weight heavy on her back. His arm circled her, and he moved her toward the head of the bed. She was shaking and limp as she reveled in the afterglow of the orgasms. He loosened the silk from her wrists then pulled her to his chest. Her head was spinning and buzzing. He cocooned her in the warmth of his arms.

“Rest,” he murmured. “You’re going to need your energy for round two.”