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“And how do we ask?”
Batting her eyelashes, pretending to be sweet she looks up at me, softening her gaze. “Please Sir, take this off so I can see you and touch you.”
“Much better my little bunny. You may look but not touch though.” I say, grabbing her hands and lifting them above her head, crossing her wrists together and pushing them into the pillow under her head. “Stay right there. Don’t move.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Climbing off her, I look around the room for anything I can use to bind her in place. Spotting the tie backs on the curtains over the large windows, I grab them and run them through my hands. The soft, cream colored, satiny material will work well enough without leaving marks if she can’t or won’t cooperate once bound.
“Now bunny, you’re going to be a good girl for me aren’t you? Because if not, I’ll blindfold you too and you won’t be able to see either.”
“You wouldn’t.” She purrs as I lean over her, looking down at her eyes shining with amusement.
“Oh, but I would.” I say, taking her wrists and wrapping them with the curtain tie, making sure it’s snug but not too tight.
Her arms elongate as I bring her hands up to the headboard of the king-sized bed, stretching her even more when I secure her to the wrought iron metal work. It’s a stunning sight, her laying there, bound and unable to escape, or move anything except her lower half, which will be wrapped around me sooner rather than later.
My gear is becoming tight with how hard I am under it. The leather doesn’t have much give, and if I grow any larger I run the risk of busting out the industrial strength zipper.
Her eyes stare at the bulge on my front, and she licks her lips hungrily as I stand next to her at the head of the bed. “Mmmm take it off.”
The zipper drags down my front slowly as I tease her by making it go down then back up a little before going down again. How she can find this sexy is beyond me, because underneath the single piece jumpsuit, I’m also wearing a compression shirt and pants. Safety first and all, ya know.
“Take it all off?” I ask her, cocking my eyebrow at her then giving her a playful wink.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
I slide my hand down my front, palming my cock through the leather, shaking it so she can tell how hard I am without actually seeing it, building her anticipation. It works, and I chuckle to myself when I see a drop of drool escape the side of her pretty mouth.
“Mmmm.”
“You gonna suck it like your freedom depends on it?” I ask her, sliding the zipper down further, exposing the compression clothes underneath that are stuck to my body with the sweat from the ride in the Florida heat.
“Yes, Sir.”
It’s a struggle to strip out of the leathers, then the damp under clothes, and by the time the compression shirt peels off over my head, I’m ready t grab a knife to cut it off. My pants come last, my cock swinging up and smacking me on the lower belly as it finally comes free from the lycra and nylon fabric.
I can smell the perspiration on my skin, it’s heady and acidic, laced with the woodsy and citrusy smell of my body wash. I wouldn’t say it’s sexy, but with the way she’s salivating like Pavlov’s dogs I assume she likes it.
“You’ll earn the liberty to touch if you do a good job and make me cum deep in that throat of yours.” I say to her, leaning over, my dick bobbing in her face, my left hand on the headboard supporting my weight.
“Yes, Sir.” She mewls, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, licking the air in front of my cock head. “Let me have it please.”
“Beg for it.” I command, wrapping my right hand around it, stroking it in her face, just out of reach of her mouth and flicking tongue.
“Please Sir, may I have it? Please. I want to taste it, and suck it, and make it feel so good.”
“You know how to be a good girl, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Taste it. Slowly.”
With a devious grin I lean forward just a bit more and rub the already wet head of my cock on her lips. Her tongue peeks back out and she licks the little slit, gathering up the bead of precum on it, and taking it into her mouth.
“Mmmm, so good.” She says, rolling her eyes back and flattening her tongue. “More please,”
