Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Intention” The heat within me intensifies when I think about you. My eyes close as I feel your hands running all over my body. Wild, searching and out of control you touch everywhere, caressing all of me. A touch, a word; you discovered a power you holds. Your lips touch mine, and a passionate kiss ensues. Then, hunger and desire take over as you kiss with more emotion and hunger. My body full of fire, a desire I cannot control. You have control over me that no man has ever known.
Yes, Sir, I have been VERY naughty today.. let’s begin!
When he ties me this way, I know exactly what he intends. I'm completely exposed, yet the ropes don't allow penetration, not in any convenient way. The rope spreads me, lifts me and makes my cunt entirely vulnerable, but the way I'm tied won't allow his cock inside very easily.
He's the mood to torture tonight. He wants to hear me beg.
The rope forms a loop over my mound, the ends running between my thighs and nestling between the cheeks of my ass. The rope has been pulled around my hipbones, threaded through the loop and then drawn up. It spreads my outer labia, exposing my clit to the cool air of the room, exposing it to absolutely anything he wants to do to it. He has positioned me so my ass is almost off the edge of the bed, my feet braced on two chairs. My wrists are bound together on the mattress above my head.
Here's where the trust comes in. It's such a sensitive part of a woman's body, the clit. To be displayed the way I am requires a tremendous amount of dependence on my partner. About the time he's drawing the rope between my thighs and I know what he intends, about the time I can feel the rasp of it against my cunt and anus, that's about the time I surrender. I enter that place deep inside where all my trust pools and I wallow there.
I watch him watching me. My breathing is deeper now. My cunt is responding to the feel of the rope against my flesh. He wears that look on his face that he always has when he's got me right where he wants me--a mixture of arousal, anticipation, adoration and maybe just a little cruelty.
He starts with the flogger, dragging the tails over my cunt. I can feel the gentle swipe across my clit over and over. Such a patient hand wields it. Soon I'm squirming and moaning a little, wanting more than just the tease. I know how my pussy looks to him, flushed pinkish-red, swollen, and wet. My clit is engorged and begging to be touched, but all he gives me is the soft whisper of the flogger tails.
The pressure of the flogger gradually increases. It's no longer as soft as it was. Now he's giving it a little wrist--just a little--but it's enough to transform the soft, repetitive drag to something a bit sharper. He asks me if I like it, if what he's doing is making me wet. I murmur, "Yes" and he increases the slap until my cunt stings and throbs with emptiness and want. He doesn't hurt me, just brings me up to sweet edge where the pleasure is almost, almost pain.
"Please," I whisper.
All I want right now is to be fucked hard and long. I want him filling me, pushing me straight into that place where no thought is possible, only ecstasy. But I know I'm not getting what I want. Not yet, anyway. My face feels flushed. If my hands were free, they'd be working between my thighs by now in an attempt to ease my need.
He puts the flogger down and snaps open a bottle of lube. I watch him coat his fingers and walk toward me. He's got a speculative look in his eye as he fingers my cunt. I watch the flex of the muscles in his forearm as he plays.
His gaze is fixed on my eyes as he caresses me. "Not yet," he says.
I shudder with pleasure and close my eyes as he strokes my clit steadily and rubs the entrance of my pussy. "Please," I whisper again.
My whole lower body is in torment. I'd come long and hard with penetration, but he's not giving it to me. Instead, he just strokes me, bringing me to the edge and making sure I don't tip over. His fingers slip around the entrance to my cunt, teasing all the sensitive nerve endings there. They slide around my aching clit, teasing and torturing it until I'm ready to scream.
His cock is hard and I want it inside me, in my cunt, in my mouth. I know that even though I'm bound, I'm not helpless. I'm not without power. Oh, far from it. I can still manipulate.
And my intention is to make him break his control.
I arch my back as much as I can, offering my breasts to him. I moan and move my hips. Bracing my feet on the chair, I push my hips up, looking for something to fuck. I whisper to him about how much I want him, how good I'll feel when he finally sinks himself inside me.
Soon, his fingers are working the knots, freeing me just enough....
