Forbidden Desires

Aiyana felt the cold marble tile against her brėȧsts. Her nɨppŀės grasping deliciously to the contrast when compared to her skin, which felt like it was being licked by fire. Her lips kissed the marble as it left a fog of hot air, arousing it with her taste. Her thɨġhs were spread apart and pressed against another pair of legs behind.

She felt a firm grip on her ponytail that held her down. She could not see anything through her blindfold which made her hyperaware of her skin, his body and his voice. The harsh breaths of air that he let out against her almost nȧkėd body, his bȧrėly contained arousal pressing deliciously against the cheeks of her ȧss, she helplessly reacted to it all.

“Stay” the voice commanded before she felt his hand slide along her back.

Each finger burning a searing image of her body in her own mind. He stopped at the base to dip his fingers into her thong before placing them on the inside of her thɨġhs to push her legs further apart. Aiyana knew it was a black lacey material that ran between her lips, pushing them open for him to see, he liked it that way.

He ċȧrėssed the skin of her thɨġhs for a minute as he growled his approval before his fingers began to trace the margins of her peaking lips.

“Perfect… you will always be dressed like this in my presence devoid of everything but pȧntɨės like these that display your beautiful lips and heels that accentuate your legs. I must say this is the perfect present for your master.”

Still running his fingers back and forth along the margin of her lips, he began to curl his body against her, his lips leaving a trail against her neck before they parted to slowly bite down on her skin.

She gasped as they latched on till they drew little drops of blood.

“My beautiful Desdemona”

“Oh… Mr. Arizona”

Aiyana jolted awake feeling the stream of arousal running down her thɨġh. Aiyana removed Chris’ hands from around her waist and turned before gently pushing him on his back.

Half asleep he muttered her name before going back to sleep. She walked to the closet removing two of his ties. Taking right hand she raised it above his as she began to tightly secure his hand. He was awake by the time she finished on his right wrist.

“What are you doing mi amour?”

She let the words brush against his lips, conveying her arousal through her words.

“And why are you doing it?” Chris asked, feeling her tie his other wrist, rendering him helpless and at her mercy.

Aiyana sat up, to rest her back on his bend up legs, simply looking at him. It was a wondrous site to behold for Chris. Watching the straps of her dress carelessly fallen off, resting on her forearms, her brėȧsts trying to peak out of the tight confines of the dress. Feeling her thɨġhs brush against his hɨps, letting him feel the state of liquid arousal she woke up in. The thick mass of hair brushing so boldly against his thɨġhs, coaxing him into entering her mouth.

As if, this wasn’t enough his gaze fell on her fingers. They began their little game of teasing by first brushing the middle of her ċhėst before pulling at the knot that held the bodice together. She drew out the moment, pulling it apart for an entire minute before she was done. The front of the neck now gaping open revealing more cleavage, the soft material almost brushing her nɨppŀės.

Slowly she shrugged the straps off, the dress finally pooling at her waist. Getting up slightly she bunched the dress and slid it down her long legs, discarding her pȧntɨės along with it. Settling back down on his stomach; gloriously nȧkėd.

Chris watched as she spread her legs further apart, affording him the sight of her fingers, parting her lips opening. She beautiful pink and wet, glistening with the premonition of hot, screaming sėx. She mischievously scooped her own juices in two of her fingers before twirling them over her nɨppŀės, pinching mercilessly at the innocent peach skin. It was the hottest thing he had seen, his tongue instinctively ran along the base of his lips in anticipation of her cream coated brėȧsts. She cupped them, squeezing them together as she bent down to offer herself to him. Letting the nɨppŀė trace the lower curve of his lips before letting him take it in. his teeth instantly bit down the ambrosia tasting skin, making her mȯȧn loudly. He could feel the arousal rubbing on his abdomen as his tongue began to taste the glistening coat, running in circles around her nɨppŀė, the peaches tasted sweeter than they had ever before. Before he knew it she was withdrawing away, Chris’ lips following her until he found the restraints stopping him from moving any further.

Aiyana’s lips curled into a devilish smile as she watched his gaze fall back on her fingers as they plunged deep into her ċunt. She reflexively let out a loud mȯȧn. Stilling her finger for just a minute she let the scent of her arousal fill their senses before she added another finger.

Chris watched her with absolute arousal, the site of her fingers slowly moving in and out of her core almost unmanning him. Soon, her head fell back, her hair now brushing against his own arousal as it bobbed in an uncontained arousal. Her hɨps moving back and forth on his abdomen and her brėȧsts jutting out in an offering.

“Baby there is water on the night stand… pour it on your brėȧsts.” Chris commanded

“Add another finger baby...”

And she did. The rubbing becoming more ferocious with each passing minute, the mȯȧns turning to loud screams and that’s when he commanded her to come. And right on Que she did.

It took Aiyana a few minutes to orient herself after the ȯrġȧsm. Her fingers were still inside, lingering at the feel of her muscles clenching around them. Despite having touched herself in front of him once before this felt different. More feral. Almost basic. She hadn’t realized the effect his eyes would have on her. Watching her. Politely waiting for her before he could draw out his own pŀėȧsurė.

His eyes held ungartered ŀust, reacting to her body. It was always in the eyes, every emotion he ever felt.

And now as she sat on top of him, panting she saw more than his eyes. She saw his beautiful body clad in nothing but the boxers he wore to bed, and those too bȧrėly hung on. Sheen of sweat glistening off his skin, almost like they had been rubbed by oil to bring out the musky scent of his manhood and yet it was just sweat. Nothing more and nothing less. Under the boxers he was hard, tantalizingly teasing her ȧss with his shaft. But, what aroused her most was watching him struggle against his binds. His arms pulling at the restraints with full capacity, flexing his triceps to a point of breaking.

And fuċk that was arousing.

Chris felt the familiar pooling of her milk against his abdomen further. She was more aroused than before she started. Following her gaze she saw the green pools transfixed on his triceps. Eying them hungrily. The look was animalistic in nature that he found himself reacting to it in a way he never had before, his ċȯċk becoming painfully hard at this point.

Aiyana bit down on her lip before she bent forward, letting her nɨppŀės brush against his triceps, and letting out another round of mȯȧns. The feel of them made his pėnɨs twitch. Her tongue began to glide against his skin right below his wrist, her body rubbing against his.

“Baby…” Chris ġrȯȧnėd in protest.

“Chris, fuċk you triceps make me hot… do you want you feel the effect it has on me?” Aiyana whispered in a soft sultry voice.

“Yes…”

Aiyana stretched out to undo in his restraints. No sooner were the restraints off than Aiyana found her body flipped over into submission with Chris being on the top. Aligning his body perfectly against her, his hands between her legs and his fingers plunging deep inside her. Aiyana let out a gasp of surprise before the feeling of his fingers move rendered her useless.

Chris’ mouth descended on her right nɨppŀė, taking it between his parted lips, ŀȧpping up the essence of her skin before his teeth surrounded it. He took kneaded at the bud with his teeth. It was a painful kind of pŀėȧsurė. Intensifying the sensation. The tingling spread to areas of her body she did not know were alive. This coupled with the rapid pumping of his long fingers in and out of her were enough to draw out insanity until it stopped right that point she was about to come to simply be replaced by him. Stretching her as he thrust inside her. His hɨps kissing hers as they moved in unison.

Somewhere between the loud mȯȧns that escaped her lips and the creaking sound of passion they came, before bundling back in bed to sleep soundly through the rest of the night.