Page 225 of Unexpected Hero

I get a little lost as I watch it unfold, tendrils of the rush from last night flaring in my abdomen. All the while, I keep playing with her pussy and loving how she’s grinding that perfect ass against my hard cock.

“Look how serious you get when you’re binding my chest,” she whispers, then stifles a moan as I slip a second finger inside her.

Starting off, I fashioned a basic bikini harness. With the beautiful violet straps she already had on, I didn’t need to do anything complex. She already looked like a piece of art.

I directed her to a comfortable position so that I could do her leg next. “Get on the bed. Face up. Right knee bent and legs spread.”

She complied while I gathered a few more hanks of rope and tossed them on the bed. Before tying her thigh to her calf in a bent position with a spiral futomomo tie, I delved my tongue through her folds and sucked her clit.

Lettie adjusts her position on my lap, recapturing my attention away from the video.

“You doing okay, sugar bear?”

A deep breath rasps from her chest as she gives me a quick nod. “Mm-hmm.”

From this vantage, it’s hard to gauge where her head is with an answer like that, so I give her a bit more reassurance. “You’re so beautiful. I could watch you every minute of the day.”

She grabs my free hand and plasters it onto her breast. “Babe, play with my nipples. I need to come. Please make me come.”

Guess she wasn’t getting quiet because she was upset. That’s a relief.

I lick her neck, drawing a patch of skin between my teeth for a quick nibble. “That’s my dirty girl. You like watching us, don’t you?”

Her eyelids flutter, and her moans pitch louder as I squeeze her nipple while working her clit with my free hand.

“Oh my god, babe. Just like that.” Her hips buck and writhe harder, shoving her ass into my dick. “Don’t stop.”

“You didn’t answer my question, sweetness. Do you like watching?”

She nods repeatedly.

“Use your words, baby.”

“I like watching. I do. So much.”

“Good girl. Do you see how beautiful you are?”

She doesn’t answer, so I slow my movements. “Answer me if you want to come. Tell me you see how beautiful you are. Do you see how much I want you? Do you see how hard you make me? Do you see how absolutely exquisite you are when you’re lost in ecstasy?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she mewls. “I see it. I believe you.”

I kick up the pressure on her nipple and blur my fingertips across her clit. “That’s right. You’re fucking perfection. Keep watching the sexiest woman in the world on that screen while you come for me now. It’s time to come, Lettie.”

And she does.

Her thighs clamp together, squeezing my hand. She arches her back as a silent scream convulses her chest.

It’s a sweet relief for me almost as much as it is for her.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, Lettie. So proud.”

As she comes down slowly from her climax, my gaze returns to the video where I’ve completed her bent leg tie and moved her to an upright position so I could bind her lower arms together loosely in a long column of black rope.

The contrast against her pale skin, growing pinker with the handling, was breathtaking.

On my lap now, Lettie’s breathing steadies as she resumes watching with me.

I attached her to my suspension quad rig over her head by her bent arms, chest harness, and right leg. Her left foot was flat on the floor, taking most of the pressure off her joints.

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