Ecstasy Bound
beta-ed by moon1084
Ecstasy Bound
He stood before me, bare, wonderfully naked and tied up in my ropes.
My ropes.
Quarter inch wide, pure white ropes wrapped four times around his slender wrists, making it seem as if he had wide bracelets on his arms, held high above his head and knotted through a metal ring in the leather padded wall. His legs spread wide; the rope wrapped securely around his ankles and anchored to the wall.
I smiled at his hooded gaze; he is delicious to look at, tantalizingly lost in his sexual haze.
His body trembled lightly from having to support his own body weight.
Sinfully pale, shimmering skin glowed in the dim red light of the playroom.
His erection was already standing proud and firm, the velvet soft skin turning red, pre-cum leaking from the wide head, running down the sides, wet and slick.
His shallow gasps echoed throughout the silent room, the whimpering sound exotic and arousing to anyone who could listen.
His eyes watched me as I moved closer to him, invading his space. He moaned loudly as I let my palms slowly slide over his tight abs, then up to his built chest, lightly tweaking his nipples as I go, only to come back down to his belly.
He is quivering, his body tense as he tries to fight off his orgasm.
I can smell his arousal and the light scent of cologne he wore as it wafted around me, surrounding me in his thick essence, making a heady combination of his sex that I adore.
I let my hands drift lower on his burning body, hearing his quickening breath as my fingertips teasingly feather over him, by passing his need, to run my hands along his inner thighs.
His hips thrust forward, seeking that elusive touch, needing my wandering hand around his heated flesh.
I simply would not give him what he wanted....yet.
Instead I attacked his body with my mouth, showing my ownership of his body.
Me. I owned him, his heart, his soul, his moans, his orgasms, especially his orgasms.
His lusty moans grew louder, higher pitched, as I pleasured him with my tongue, lips and teeth, as I avoided where he wanted me the most.
I move closer to him still, pressing my naked body up against his, rubbing our chest, stomachs and groins together, feeling the slick sweat ease the friction between us.
I move my hands to his back, fingers gently caressing the planes and sharp contours of his shoulder blades, down to the small waist, coming to rest on his almost non existent perfect bottom.
I ran my hands over his cheeks, spreading them, kneading them until they felt warm to my touch, like a fever.
I slide my hands back around to his front, giving his nipples a squeeze before moving away from his now quaking body.
I look him over and feel my pleasure increases at the look of pure lust in his dark heated gaze as he stared back at me.
I loved him like this, on the brink of loosing control of his body.
His eyes followed me as I walked over to a tall armoire standing against the wall on the other side of the room.
I can feel his eyes burning into my back, as I opened the door and pulled out a small drawer filled with small devices that I could use on him.
Grinning, I picked out what I was going to use. The items now hidden in my hand, I walked back over to the tied up man, who was biting his lips and slowly moving his hips in small circles.
I opened my hand so he could see what waits for him, and hear his pleased moan, his hips now thrusting forward harshly towards me.
I slipped the finger bullet over my forefinger. Popping open the small tube of gel, I applied the thick liquid, generously covering the whole toy, while at the same time coating my own length.
I tossed the lube onto the carpeted floor and strolled towards the heaving Jae.
With the detached remote in one hand, I turned the vibrations on low, hearing the small buzz coming from the powerful little discreet toy.
I, once again, came up against Jae, our bodies flush to one another.
Slowly, I reached down and take his straining length loosely in my hand, letting the bullet slide from his base to tip, sending small vibrations along his red shaft.
I moaned at Jae's whimpers. He bucks against me, wanting more pressure from my fingers. Wanting them to wrap securely around his weeping hardness.
He cries out my name as I continued to pump him, my grip getting firmer and firmer on him.
And just when I know he was about to come, I take my hand away. He gasped at the sudden loss of stimulation and gave an involuntary jerk.
I leaned forward and kissed his begging lips, kissed his jaw as he begged me more for my touch, down to his throat, when he said he couldn't take anymore.
While kissing him, I gently slid my hand around to his bottom, my fingers finding the hidden entrance and I gently probed him, massaging the surface of his secret pleasure with the bullet, setting it firmly on the little pink pucker, and letting it send the soft vibrations into his body.
Gently, I slid my finger into him, stretching him with the bullet, and I know the toy is singing against his walls. I worked the toy inside him, moving it as deep as I could.
I hear his gasp; feel him tightened around my finger.
Moving my eyes to his face, I see his eyes are shut tight, jaw clenched. He tenses up, and I know he's getting closer to his release, and I remove the toy, and earn a displeased groan from the man in front of me.
Tossing the toy to the side, I bend down and release his ankles from the rope. While bending down, I laid kisses along his calves to his knees up then to his need as I slowly bring him into my mouth.
Sucking, I pulled back and let his thick length slid from my mouth to the tip. I sucked him back in, swallowing when his tip hit the back of my throat.
He thrashed against me, his hips flexing, trying to get more of himself into my mouth.
Raising my hand, I circled the base of him, and tightened the hold, making a tight ring around him, and move my hand up as I pulled him out.
I stood and pumped him a few more times before moving my hand to my own need, pumping a few times to make sure the lube was evenly distributed.
I slid both my hands around his waist, down to his bottom. Cupping his rear, I lifted him up, his legs coming up to hug my waist.
I moved my right hand down and rubbed my tip against his sensitive opening and slid the head in.
I hear him breathe in deeply and I thrust fully in, sitting myself deep within his moist heat.
I stay like this for a moment, my head lulled forward and rested against his forehead, while my thundering heart came down to a more wildly beating heart rate.
I moved my hands and slid my arms under his thighs, his legs over my arms and around my waist, lifting him up a little more as I rested my palms on the wall beside his waist.
I withdrew almost all the way out of him before thrusting back in, my whole length swallowed up by him.
Already sweat was breaking out over our skin, rolling down his chest and the sides of my face.
He's crying out my name each time I plunge into him, as I hit his spot over and over again.
I see him pulling against the ropes and straining against me as he reaches closer to orgasm.
I feel his body shaking and can feel myself loosing control of my own bodily functions, and I loose control, our skin slapping each other loudly as our bodies meet in our lustful dace.
Our breathing increases as we both reach for our release, him first, pouring his life essence out onto my belly, and then myself, filling him with my love, pouring me into him.
And as we rest there, our bodies against each other, his legs still around me, we still joined intimately all I could think was:
The most erotic thing was his legs wrapped around me;
His head titling back, exposing the pale line of his neck;
His parting lips to emit his orgasmic moans.
He's beautiful when finding his release, eyes flying open, unfocused, and his whole face flushed.
But to me, he's the most beautiful when bound in the ecstasy that I had create for him.