Tied with Ribbons

Tied with Ribbons

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

She surprises her lover when he gets home from work. Matt enjoys a new game. **graphic content**

Summary

She surprises her lover when he gets home from work. Matt enjoys a new game. **graphic content**

Content

Submitted: October 08, 2010

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Content

Submitted: October 08, 2010

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 She moved a stack of sand colored t-shirts to the far edge of the dresser, out of harm's way. Tiny candles were scattered across the polished surface of the dresser. They would, when lit, reflect off the big mirror. A few were placed on the night stands on either side of the bed. Wide red ribbon lay coiled on the on the quilt. Cut into 2 long pieces it was ready to secure his wrists to the bed posts.
 She checked the time and began lighting the candles, any moment and the fun would begin. As she lit the last candle, the sound of the garage door opening echoed through the house.
 Matt dropped his bag in the utility room and sighed, glad to be home. He bent down to untie his boots and that's when he noticed the high heels in the doorway to the kitcken. One stood upright and the other lay on its side as if they had been abandoned in a hurry. He put his boots neatly on the rug. He reached out and picked up the highheels with a smile and put them next to his boots. He paused in the doorway. There was a stocking with a lace top laying in the middle of his kitchen. He smile turned into a full out grin when he say the other stocking beyond the kitchen in the dining room. A trail. He picked up the stocking in the kitchen and proceeded to the one in the diningroom. As he picked up the second stocking, he saw another article of clothing laying just into the hallway and yet another just before his bedroom door. Flickering light emenated from the open doorway. He moved into the hallway, picking up the next item. He almost laughed when he saw the skull and cross bone lace on the silk camisole. Moving quietly down the hall, he picked up the final piece of clothing. A black leather miniskirt.  He stopped and pictured HER wearing it.Then he pictured his hands peeling it off. "Later," he said to himself and stepped into the doorway. He stopped to admire the view.
 She stood leaning against a bedpost at the foot of the bed wearing nothing but a pair of pale blue lace panties and a smile. She didn't say anything, she didn't have to. Her smile told him everything he needed to know. He dropped the clothes on the floor and walked over to her. Stopping only when her breasts pressed lightly into his chest. His hands slid into her long hair and tugged her head back for a kiss. Her hands went to his shoulders, digging into his uniform shirt. She reached between them and started to unfasten it. She pushed it open and her hands explored his chest through his t-shirt. Impatient with the cloth in her way, she pushed it up. She ran her hands up his bare skin.
 He leaned back smoothing his hande over her hair. "Hi," he said. She laughed and hugged him. "Hmmmm, still works," he said as he squeezed her.
  She tipped her head back and said,"One of us has too many clothes on . . . and I'm pretty sure it's not me." She started pushing the uniform shirt off his shoulders. He helped strip it off. She tugged his t-shirt and as he pulled it off over his head she nibbled on his chest. One of his hands slid into her hair again and the other glided down her back to her ass. He pulled her full against his body. He nudged her backward around the side of the bed. She resisted his effort to tip her back onto it. He looked at her. "No?"
 "Oh I have plans for you." She reached for the fastening on his pants. As she pushed his pants down his hips she told him,"You are going to lay on your back in the middle of the bed."She pressed him back onto the bed with one hand and scooped up the ribbons with the other. He looked at the red satin draped over her hands. With a grin he laid back on the bed. She climbed up beside him then straddled him. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist and giuded his hand up, over his head. She looped a piece of ribbon around his wrist then wrapped it around the bedpost. She moved higher to tie the ends. As she reached to tie the ribbon he ran his free hand down her body and squeezed her thigh. She did the same with the other wrist. After he was secured to the bed, she sat back to abmire her handiwork.

 "I still owe you some torture," she said with a smile. She slid her hands down one of his arms, across his chest and up the other arm. Leaning forward, she pressed her breasts into his chest. She lightly brushed her lips over his then traced them with her tongue. Her fingers brushed his ears,toying with his earlobes. The kiss deepened. Her fingers stroked his neck. She leaned back and her hands drifted to his chest, tracing circles on his skin. She brushed over his nipples then did it again, enjoying his reaction. Her hands slid lower tracing his ribs, circling his navel. She moved back between his knees. Her hands gliding over the tops of his feet, traveling over his legs to his hips. She looked at him. He was watching her, waiting. Her hand slid closer, finally wrapping one around his cock. She leaned for ward, her hair pooling over his thighs. She licked a path from the bace to the head. Her lips closed over him and she sucked gently, slowly inching him into her mouth. Her hair slithered and pooled between  his thighs. She pulled back slowly, lightly dragging the edges of her teeth over him. Her hand trailed after her mouth. Her other hand stroking his thighs and between his legs, causing the hair to slide over his flesh. She continued to slide her hand and mouth up and down. Slowly, she picked up speed. His head dropped back onto his pillow. He squeezed his eyes shut. She continued the torture until he was moving his hips and moaning. She moved up his body, her hair trailing over his skin along with his hands. She straddled him again. Her hand guided his hardness to slide back and forth over the silken wetness between her thighs. He was watching her again. She positioned him at her center. He involuntarily pressed up ward then suddenly froze. His tip surrounded by her satin heat. "No protection . . ." He trailed off as the look on her face registered. She wasn't going to stop. Not for anything. She pressed down and he drove deeper with excruciating slowness. When he was completely surrounded by her, she stopped. Her breathing was choppy and her thighs were trembeling. He demanded in a horse voice, "Untie me." She shook her head and began to slide up then down. A wicked smile on her face. "I want to touch you . . . untie me." "No." She said as she continued her torture. "You can watch me touch myself." She said. Her hands slid up from her stomach to her breasts. He watched as she toyed with her nipples then one hand slid between her legs. She stroked her clit, fingers brushing where he entered. He asked again, "Untie me. Now." She just shook her head and continued to ride him. He could feel her muscles squeezing and the slippery wetness increasing. She moved faster and he moved faster to meet her every downward plunge. She crested, crying out. Her hands left her body and pressed to his chest. Head thrown back and her hair brushing his thighs again. He felt te orgasm go on and on. She paused then started to move again. She began to tighten almost from the first sliding movement. "Untie me, I need to touch you."
 "No, this is for me. You will just have to take it." Three more orgasms and he tried again, feeling his body getting ready for it's own explosion. "Please untie me . . . I have to touch you now . . ." He trailed off as she leaned forward then kissed him deeply. He thrust uncontrolably now. She tightened against him again and the sensation assaulting him pushed his body into an orgasmic freefall. She was draped over him, limp and still pulsating, when she reached up blindly and untied him. He pulled his hands down and idly stroked her back, feeling the damp skin. "What happened to the rules? Why no protection?"  She made no immediate reply. He realized he would have to pry it out of her . . . He had a few plans for how to do that, but that's another story.


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