"When you are pulling against the restraints… when your back is arched and your hips are writhing… when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture… you will know that my work has begun."
Never had she expected that a little game they had played during a night out would come back to haunt her, yet here she was, tied spread-eagle to the bed at her housemate’s mercy.
”30 minutes for every guy who buys you a drink.’’
It hadn’t seemed too dangerous…
It’s a pattern I’ll repeat over and over again…
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When your innocence is laid bare, when your most natural longings are exposed… these are the moments I exist for.
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“Fuck me.”
The need to grip hold of him overwhelms you. To wrap your arms around the force that penetrates you. If not to pull him to you and make him pump into your faster, then at least to wrap around him and feel that masculine frame more intimately, yet still you are confined.
The faster he goes, the more you fight against your bondage, yearning to hold him as tightly as the pleasure holds you to in its grip.
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Feeling yourself restrained, leaving your mind free to lose itself in the constant cycle of lust.
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Those moments… when you feel as if the teasing never ends.
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When you feel yourself trapped within my grasp, your arms held back within mine, your sight blocked by my palm, hearing nothing but my voice and your own breath, You know that your body is mine.
The world outside, the room itself, the ground beneath your very feet, it all disappears… all that exists is the feeling of my hands pressed to you and the thoughts of the pleasures to come.
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“That’s it, come for me. I want to watch you throw your head back, and hear the change of tone in your moans as you realise that I’m not stopping, no matter how much your eyes plead with me.”
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I gasp soft sweet syllables like wordless poetry, my wrists bound, my body yours.
Time slows down as your fingertips play havoc within me; I try to meet your gaze, yet pleasure clouds my view, sparks of light in a sea of darkness.
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Laying him down on the table was easy once the zombie nurses whispered to him that he was soon to experience the delights he had written down on the haunted house waiver. The thought of having his cock teased without him being able to stop it aroused him greatly. Once they laid him face down, his cock slipping through a hole in the table, he sensed what was to come, particularly when they strapped the cuffs around his waist, wrists and ankles to hold him helplessly in place.
David still had no idea where his friends were even after spending the last ten minutes searching for them through the maze of pitch-black corridors. He had welcomed the clutches of the performers once they found him, particularly once they started to strip him, though they never told him where the others were, no matter how much he quizzed them. Just as he felt something touch his exposed manhood, speakers began to play the moans and screams of the friends who had vanished. Those sounds alone aided the slight touches in stiffening his sensitive length.
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