“I want to bind you.” Marut brandished a pale coil of rope Ondine had never seen before. He had stripped her of her clothes, settled her on her back on top of the quilt and told her to remain still. Simultaneously pliant and eager, she awaited his next move.
Standing naked at the foot of the bed, he reminded her of some Nubian
Hercules. Candlelight made flickering patterns on the sculpted ebony of his
chest and danced along the length of his massively erect cock. The luscious
sight temporarily distracted Ondine from his words. Saliva flooded her mouth
as she remembered his hot seed spilling through her fingers. How she wanted to
taste him!
“Do I have your permission, pitit?” He trailed one end of the cord between
her breasts and down her belly, making her shiver with delight. She struggled
to remain still as he had instructed. “It will strengthen the connection
between us, if you trust me enough to render you helpless.”
How could the bond be any stronger? Already her awareness was attuned to
his, registering both his excitement and his doubts. One part of her was more
than willing to accede to his request. Another cringed at the notion,
near-panicked at the notion of so completely relinquishing control of her
body.
He dangled the rope-end between her spread thighs and drew it upward to
lightly brush her pubic curls. Electric pleasure arced down to her core. Her
hungry pussy clamped down on empty space. “Do it,” she gasped, as he flipped
the rope back and forth across her mound, grazing her clit. The panic fled,
drowned in sensation. “Oh, please, Marut...!”
Her companion chuckled. His strong fingers clamped around her wrists and
drew them over her head. Lust surged whenever, wherever he touched her. Faint
echoes of fear returned with the first loop of rope around her crossed hands,
but the purse of his firm lips upon her nipple banished her last
reservations.
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