Kas’s eyes widen for a moment before she looks down at the floor. She tightens her fingers, pulling a little on the ropes as if she’s trying to reach out to me. In my peripheral vision, I see her shifting her legs a little, trying to find more friction.
I lay her head back on the floor gently before I straddle her legs again. I rub my hand over the spot I hit, massaging deep into the muscle before I smack the other side. She tenses up but doesn’t cry out this time.
Running my finger over the edge of her panties, I push the fabric a little closer to the crease of her ass, turning her bikini-style panties into a makeshift thong. I slip my finger down a bit, and my cock responds to the wetness I feel there.
“I think you liked that ass smack a little more than you let on,” I say. I run my finger under the gathered-up fabric and tug a little, putting pressure on her clit from the back of her panties. I pull the cloth slowly from side to side as Kas begins to squirm and moan. “You’re about ready to come, aren’t you?” I chuckle softly as I release the fabric and tuck it gently between her cheeks. “Not yet, needy girl.”
Kas moans again, this time in frustration. As much as I want to just yank her panties to the side, get her up on her knees, and ram into her, I need to hold off at least a little longer. However, a little stimulation would be good for us both.
I push her legs apart and kneel between them, stroking her thighs and adjusting the ropes. They don’t need any adjustment, but she’s clearly enjoying the tension as I pull on them. I place my hands on her hips and pull her toward me, increasing the pressure on her wrists, and press my cock against her. I tilt my hips, rubbing up and down, eyes closed, wishing my jeans weren’t in the way.
“You’re going to be so wet when I get in there, I’ll be balls deep before you can blink.” I reach up and place my hand on the back of her neck, holding her against the floor as I lay across her body, pressing my cock to her ass. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Kas says with a moan. “Please, Cree!”
“Please what? You begging to get fucked, right here on the floor?”
“Yes!”
“Quite the little slut, aren’t you, Kas?” I tighten my grip on the back of her neck, feeling her tense beneath me. “With no help anywhere around, you let a near stranger tie you down on the floor just to get a cock in your pussy.”
Kas’s shoulders and back tense beneath me, and I feel her start to shake. I press my forehead to her temple and relax my grip on her neck.
“Feeling a little uneasy?” I run my tongue over the edge of her ear. “Still trust me?”
“Yes,” she says as she takes a deep breath. “Yes to both.”
“Do you like it when I call you a slut?”
“Y-yes…” Kas shudders again.
“It feels good to admit what you are, doesn’t it, slut?”
Kas only grunts in response.
I grab the ropes around her wrist and make sure they aren’t too tight before I slide back down her body, adding a few knots down her spine and giving myself an extra handle so it will be easier to flip her to her back when I want to.
I’d like to blindfold her, but I don’t want to push too hard. I also hope to get another opportunity in the future to explore
what she likes and doesn’t like, and I need to keep some activities in reserve.
Besides, all the extraneous thoughts, coupled with the vision below me, are about to drive me over the edge.
The muscles in my thighs are threatening to seize up on me. They are so tight that I have to force them to move the way I want. My dick is throbbing to be released, and all I really want right now is to plunge into her.
Hold off.
Kas hasn’t had good sex, and I want to fix that. I can’t fix it if I’m only thinking about what I want.
Focus on her.
I drop the end of the rope and stroke my fingers down her sides. She tenses for a moment and then relaxes again. I place my palm on her back, run it up her spine, and then down to her ass. I rub the spot I smacked before, stroking slowly before slapping her lightly again. I rub, smack, and rub until she starts moaning softly.
“You really are enjoying that, aren’t you?” I whisper.
I get a whimper in return and chuckle softly to myself. Without warning, I grab the rope and flip her to her back. I bend each of her knees and wrap a rope loosely around her thighs and calves to keep them in position. I push her thighs apart and drag my fingers over the crotch of her panties.
“Shouldn’t you have…?” Kas uses her chin to point downward.