He starts undoing his shirt, and nothing is sexier than watching him take his clothes off. It’s a beautiful sight and another one of those things I won’t forget. I started my morning in his arms, indulged in him after lunch, and now we’re enjoying this wild fantasy.
The beautiful naked man in front of me starts walking around the poles, checking me out.
The poles are the right distance away from the wall to give him room to fuck me from behind, and he’s tied the ropes with enough length to restrain me but also so I have enough space to move in whatever way he wants me to.
He walks over to the nightstand by the bed and takes out something that clinks, but I don’t see what it is. Whatever it is must be small enough to conceal in his hands. I try to see when he comes back to me, but I get the feeling he’s not showing me on purpose.
“Soon, Bellissima, if I show you everything, it will spoil my surprises. There are some things I want you to feel,” he muses.
“Okay, I won’t try to look.”
“Just trust me with your body, baby.”
“I do,” I tell him, and he cups my face with his free hand, lowering to my lips to kiss me.
“It starts with a kiss, Bellissima. Always with a kiss for my beauty,” he whispers against my lips, and we fall into a heart-stopping kiss that curls my toes and sends shivers of arousal racing through me.
I’m buzzing from it, my nerve endings tingling. He has me exactly where he wants me in the height of pleasure, wanting more.
More is exactly what he gives me when he moves from my mouth and starts kissing and nipping his way to my neck, then down my shoulders to my chest. He lingers there, taking my right nipple into his mouth so he can suckle.
He swirls his tongue over the already tight peak, lapping over it so he can work the tip to life. When I start to moan from the pleasure that fills me, he moves to work on my left and starts alternating the pleasure.
It’s when I try to move my hand to hold his head to me in my need for more that I remember the restraint holding me in place.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you more,” he promises and starts sucking my breasts harder.
Now I feel something more. It’s the first burst of pleasure that I can’t control. He gives it to me and knows my body so well, he knows the moment I felt it. As the pleasure comes and I close my eyes shut, a searing squeezing pain shoots through me as something attaches to my left nipple.
My eyes snap wide open, and I look down to see some sort of clamp on it. It’s tiny like an ear cuff. I realize then that was what he had in his hands.
“James… it hurts,” I gasp.
“Trust me, the pain will become pleasure in a few moments,” he promises and moves to my pussy.
He crouches down but doesn’t push his face between my thighs like he did earlier today. Instead, he strokes over my clit so lightly and soft it’s too much.
The pleasure building inside me is too much. It mingles with the pain I feel from the clamps, and then it becomes the same thing.
He was right. I’m not feeling the pain anymore. What I feel is something I can’t describe. It’s like the pain has directed the pleasure to where I need it, and just as I throw my head back and cry out, he secures a clamp to my right nipple. Both breasts have one now. This time, I just feel a sting, that was all, then the pain and the pleasure blended once more in a melodious cacophony of pleasure and pain.
I writhe against his fingers, moaning as I get lost in the rapturous moment that steals my senses, and I come seconds later. I come harder than I ever have in my life, screaming into my release, and it feels like I scream out all my fears too. My juices flow down onto his fingers, and he licks them off.
When he stands up, his cock is completely erect.
He takes hold of it, runs his fingers over his length then walks behind me to take hold of my hips. The ropes holding me in place are just long enough for him to lean me forward to the perfect position so he can plunge deep inside me. I’m already wet and ready for him, and the pleasure is still coursing through my veins.
He starts pumping deep inside me, filling me up with his searing length, and my God, fuck damn, that feels amazing.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll scream my name,” he growls and starts fucking me so hard stars speckle my vision. It’s now that I forget about the clamps on my nipples.
Everything feels amazing.
Him, the ropes holding me at his will, us having sex, the pleasure, the pain.
All of it is ultimate pleasure that lances through me like lightening.
I come again and scream his name. That makes him pound into me harder and faster.