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BBE14_hiresWhen I’ve had enough, I lift myself away from his reach. I lean in and kiss his messy face, tangling tongues with him to taste my own tanginess on his lips before whispering, “Thank you; such a good boy you are.”

I stroke his hair and caress his bearded face, reveling with him in this calm moment. As a treat I reach down to play with him, wetting my palm and rubbing it tenderly on the head of his bound cock until he is thrusting up into my hand, silently asking for more. Before he can get too invested in believing I’m finished with him, I stop.

“Do you want to be untied?” He shakes he head and looks at me coyly. “Naughty thing.” I smile, pleased, and reach for several more coils of hemp rope, resting them on his chest so that he can enjoy the weight and earthy smell of them until I’m ready to put them to use.

First, I carefully slide his glasses over his ears so that he can watch as I secure his bound wrists to the headboard with one of the lengths of rope, anchoring him to the center of the bed. I lean down to kiss him deeply, tasting myself again on his eager tongue. When I am able to pull myself away, I nibble my way down his body, only barely resisting the urge to suck him off as I pass by his belly.

Grabbing his ankle, I guide it to bend his knee so that I can tie his ankle to his thigh in a frogged position. I wrap a long rope around the ankle and thigh followed by another line through that to secure it in place, applying the rope tenderly to contrast the tightness of the finished tie, which I tug to set the square knot in place. Repeating this tie on his other leg forces them to stay splayed apart, the rope keeping him from resting them on the bed. This exposes his cock and ass nicely.

As I look at how well secured he is, I notice him blush at the implications of how I’ve bound him. He watches with wide eyes as I buckle on my six-inch purple strap-on, tightening it around my waist and between my legs. “You’re going to use that on me?” he asks.

“If you ask nicely.”

His blush deepens as I lift myself onto the bed between his legs, so close that my rubber phallus touches his thigh, reminding him of its presence but not putting it to use quite yet. I tickle his thighs, enjoying watching him try to get them away from me even though they are so thoroughly bound. He laughs but doesn’t speak. I raise my eyebrow at him as a reminder that I’m waiting for him before I can continue. When he still doesn’t ask for what he wants, I decide to make it impossible for him to be silent, to tease him until he has to beg.

I lubricate one finger and use it to make lazy circles on his exposed asshole where it peeks out so demurely under his bound cock. He moans and tries to lean into my finger, which only motivates me to caress his opening even more slowly. His sounds of pleasure quickly become grunts of frustration.

“Can I help you?” He pouts but doesn’t speak. “I can’t give you what you want unless you tell me. Use your words.” I watch his cock twitch at attention as I slowly penetrate his ass with my slippery finger, holding it very still inside him. “Is that what you want?”

He nods his head furiously. “So just the one finger then? All right.” I begin twisting it around inside him, using a come-hither motion on his prostate, daring him to speak. All I get for my trouble is a frustrated grunt as he bucks his hips off the bed, trying to trick me into fucking him. “Oh, you want more?”

“Yes, please,” he pleads. I place a second finger in him but don’t move it either. He grunts and moves against me as best he can. “Please?”

“Please what?”

“Please…fuck me.”

“Such a nice boy to ask.” With my two fingers I begin penetrating him methodically, listening to him mumble nonsense. It isn’t long before he tries in vain to get into any position where he can move himself against me, not fully understanding that with his legs tied as they are he can’t get the leverage to do so.

“More.” He begs.

I slip another finger in and continue my glacial pace. He still groans, appearing to be in more pain from this game than he ever was from the spanking. “Is that what you wanted?”

“No,” he whimpers, and I remove my fingers. He widens his eyes, entreating and out of breath. His come is dribbling onto the pretty rope bow around the base of it, the sight of which makes me stroke my rubber cock, where he can see, luring him.

“Please? Oh, please.” It comes out of him as a mantra, again and again, as if the teasing has left him only these words.

I continue fondling the strap-on, making it so slippery it gleams, refusing to give in. “Please, what?”

He looks helpless as he struggles to find the words, knowing what he wants but fighting with the notion of asking for such a filthy thing. As he works up the bravery to speak, he struggles against the rope, trying to get free. He looks so sexy that I almost relent. Instead I graze his asshole with a single slippery finger to distract myself and give him some motivation.

Finally, gasping between words, he says, “Please…fuck me…with your cock.”

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