Do you remember when you came home very late that night and you found me sleeping?
I was wearing that cream shirt that barely exceeded my thighs.
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I was lying on my back, covered in the rosewood satin sheets. You were standing beside the giant bed, smiling as you gazed at my chest which was moving into the rhythm of my breath. Without taking your eyes off me me, you undressed in silence. Your eyes were starving for my body. You took 5 scarves out of the closet. You tied a scarf on each of the four pillars that support the bed, then, slowly, so that you do not wake me up, you raised my hands and tied them. You found my feet under the blanket and let them slide to the scarves, then you gathered them together. You brought a mug of ice out of the kitchen and you laughed to see I did not wake up. You sat on the edge of the bed, you uncovered me, and with all the power you broke my favorite shirt that you never cared about.
I started to scream, awakened by your brutal movements, you covered my eyes with your hand, and you took the fifth scarf that you used to bind my eyes. I started struggling, trying to get away and desperate to see who did this to me. You leaned over me, whispering to me, “Do not mind, it will not be good for you.” I heard your voice and I calmed down, but I did not give up my attitude; I liked the role I was playing. You took an ice cube and walked it over my lips, down my chin and along my throat. My skin swelled with pleasure, feeling the drops of water. Another piece of ice came to my chest, surrounding my breast without touching my nipple.
I started struggling again by saying:
“No … Please do not do this to me. I was only with my husband, no other man touched me.”
I pulled my hands together as though I wanted to escape, though that was the last thing I could think of. You laughed and you said to me, “Give up, you will not get away. The harder you move, the more they get tightened.” You put the ice under my navel but you did not touch my pubic area yet . The ice melted quickly on my hot skin, and suddenly you pressed a cube on one of my nipples, making me arching.
You laughed, telling me:
“Bitch, you like that! Why do not you let me get your husband to find you like this, when he returns home?”
I asked you to stop, buy you continued. My nipple was really frozen, but you bent down, and you took it into your warm, wet mouth.
Ohhh! What a wonderful feeling! The cube was already on the other breast, but your mouth was sucking … Ohhh, yeah! You left the ice down, letting it melt on my pubic hair. The cold water flowed toward the clitoris, reaching where it was already wet. I felt so good, though it was so cold! You got ice on my clit, then you put your lips, kissing, licking, sucking, biting. My body was in flames, I was ready for you, even though I was struggling by saying “NO” . I felt your penis on my thigh, getting harder. I felt so good! An ice cube came inside me, along with two of your fingers. You kept the ice there, but it soon turned into water.
You took my clitoris in your mouth, pushing your head back and forth, feeling you when you were raising your eyes to me sometimes, to see my reaction. I was becoming wild, just as you knew I could be. You did not stop until I was ready for an orgasm, but you did not let me have it. You got up and you laughed at me: “See, bitch, that you like it ?!” I could only protest, but we both knew that I’d have give anything to touch myself at that moment, to provoke my own orgasm. But my breathing stopped. I heard you unzipping a zipper and I knew what you were going to do next. I felt something hard pressed on my lips. “Open,” you told me.
But I was holding my lips tight and you told me.
“Okay, then I’ll make you suffer.”
My pussy vibrated when I felt you moving between my legs. I heard the vibrator’s soft flicker. My hips were shaking with desire. You moved the giant vibrator into me and then on the clitoris. The moans were getting more and more louder. I was desperate to finish. Your tongue moved on the clitoris, the fake penis was moving up and down in me. You pushed the vibrator deeper and faster. From time to time, you squeezed your tongue also near it, you were almost tooking it out so that you could force it deep again and my head was spinning of pleasure. But, just when I was ready to explode, you stopped.
I screamed again, this time of frustration. “Is it enough?”, You asked me. I whispered, yes, as though I was afraid, but I wanted more. I wanted you to play with me, to get me to ecstasy. You did not say anything, but I felt something strong again, pressing my lips . “Open.” You ordered me. I shook my head as if not. “OPEN, damn it !” I opened my mouth a little bit, and you pushed your penis in. “Now suck it!” you told me, and I sucked it and licked it. After your breath, I guessed you had to finish. But you took your cock out of my mouth, and I heard a zipper opening again. You pulled another vibrator, one smaller this time, and you wet it by rubbing it on my clit. Then you got me up and put the vibrator in my ass. You climbed on me, the head of the penis teasing my clit. I prayed for you to come in and you penetrated me powerfully. I had never had such sensations, I trembled with pleasure at every touch.
You moved with anger in me, but it did not take long and we exploded both. You were staying on top of me, with the penis in me as the vibrator was continuing its job. You got off me, you took the big vibrator, you put it in me, moving it faster and faster. I wanted to tell you to stop, but I changed my mind and told you to lick my clitoris and put deeper the vibrator.
I felt my body in flames, and neither of us could believe that I could finish so strongly again. I was holding my breath as you pulled out the vibrators from me, then we stayed in bed, embraced. There was a miracle again in our little world.
You loosened all the scarves and you let me free. My eyes were impatient when you took off my scarf that prevented me from seeing everything that had happened, everything I felt. You were sweaty, your eyes were shining and you were caressing me on my body which was still trembling. The vibrators were wet, they were also close to our bodies. I liked your game, it gave me a great sex drive, and made me feel very desirable, as if you were my secret lover, whom I was sometimes seeing him without anyone to know. I would love you to think more often about such games that blow the fire between us and keep it alive. My sensitivity, which never would have told you that I could get over it, amazed you. Me also. Everything was overwhelming. I love to touch you on your fine skin, to feel like you tremble after the strong orgasm you had. The vibrations of your body easily amused me and you bit my nose in a childish way. I was hoping that the night would not end, to remain oblivious to the romance that was surrounding us.
But we fell asleep with a happy smile on our faces.
