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Iron and Silk
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Iron and Silk “Undress.” There was no malice in his baritone tone, just a simple command. He gathered what he needed as she complied. “Lay down.” She knew how crazy this tone he used, made her. The controlled unemotional, almost sterilize clinical nature made her unsure of what to expect. She knew that was the point. Sir always did what he thought was best for her, she trusted him implicitly. But her mind couldn’t help but wonder what wonderful thing laid before. She laid back against the ramp He had placed upon the bed. She looked over the cadre of silk ropes and handcuffs he had placed in the spot next to her. Her eyes wide with excitement and unsure what delicious memories awaited her. She watched him as he stood there, still in his suit. Pulling out two scarfs he wrapped them around both her wrists like bracelets. He ran the back of his fingers along her cheek. “Beautiful.” He smiled for a brief second as he tilted his head to gather one more memory of the moment. Grabbing both of her hands, he extended them above her head. He fastens the handcuffs over the silk scarves around her wrists. Even through the silk she can feel some of the bite the cuffs give. She sees the carabiner in his hand and hears it click, as it secures the handcuffs the the wrought iron headboard. He walks around the bed and reaches over her to grab one of the silk ropes and pulls it from the pile like a single strand of spaghetti. Dragging it over her bare belly she bites her lip to stifle a moan. His soft strong hands run down her leg thigh to ankle. He wraps and ties the silk rope around her ankle before securing the rope to the leg of the bed. He reached over her again and grabbed a second silk rope and started dragging it along her stomach but stopped and started walking around the bed. The rope followed him slithering down her thigh before falling between and running over her before sliding over to the other leg. He repeated the tieing over her leg to the bed. There she was reclined against the thirty degree angle ramp, her arms and legs bound, a sacrificial offering to His will and whim. She watched as he took care of the remaining items in the pile laying next to her. She couldn’t slow down her heart rate as it thumped against her chest. She needed His touch, she needed it now. He ran one of his fingertips along her lip as he studied her. The fingertip flowed down her form like a solitary raindrop. Rolling down her neck down her body swirling around her nipple . One raindrop turned into four that floated along her stomach before evaporating away from her body. The iron clanged as the silk restrained her arms and legs as his light touch tickled and delighted. His hands loosened the Windsor knot his tie was wrapped in. The tie slips up over his head and finds its way over her head. He fixes her hair as she rests her head back against the ramp. Leaning in close he stops short of a kiss as she feels the silk glide against her neck as His tie is now worn by her. She sees the flash of softness in his eyes as he backs away. He adjusts the tie so it lays straight down her center line. He grabs her phone and a few swipes and taps she has several pictures waiting for her when she was freed from this beautiful trap of iron and silk. “Beautiful.” The way he said it, the way he looked at her, for a moment she actually felt beautiful not the conglomeration of self perceived flaws she imagined in the mirror every day. She felt a sense of pride that in some small way she pleased Him. His acceptance of her was a need she learned the moment they first kissed and she saw how His eyes looked at her. She was His which is why she may struggle, she was happy to be captive to His want. She wanted to pull Him close, she needed more of Him. His attention, His pleasure. she needed Him. She wanted to rip off that dress shirt and those slacks and be the vessel for His pleasure. He traced his tongue along her lips and pulled away as she tried to lean in and steal a kiss. The iron bit through the silk and into her wrists as she tried to lean forward and have what He was denying her. Running His hand up her body, He eventually held her just below her jawline as if to choke her. He slowly turned her head to the side exposing her neck, keeping His hand is position under her jaw. He leaned in and let His breath heat her skin before placing three soft kisses down her neck. He hovered above her. Her nipples grazed his white dress shirt as the fabric of his slacks rubbed against her like the wind on a new spring day. He slid down to the foot of the bed and looked up at her. His smirk cause a slight movement in her arms, letting the iron reverberate it’s intent. He kissed her leg and looked up to see her intently watching His every move. Leaning in close He lets his facial hair graze against her skin. Turning His face just so and His hair slides up her inner thigh, allowing her the primal softness. He delights in the clang of the carabiner rattle against the iron spindle of the headboard and the subtle twitch of her leg bound by the silk rope. Her arms seem to be seeking freedom to do whatever was denied while she is forced to await His will. Her legs quaked and strained against the silk ropes as He dragged His face down her exposed thighs. Her legs couldn’t handle the soft bristles of his facial hair running against the grain, like thousands of tiny fingernails being dragged against her thigh. The sensation was an uncomfortable delight to her tender skin. He looked up at her and watched her breasts heave as her breathing had already become strained. Again she felt the softness of His hair sailing up her thigh, yet this time it continued. Over her waist, up her body, up her breastbone. Turning His head he dragged his chin up over her nipple, to which she bucked and gasped at the new sensation He gently raked her nipple back and forth with the edge of his teeth. Just barely capturing her nipple between his teeth he slowly lifted His head, forcing her nipple to follow. The sharp moan was the cue to continue on. He flicked her nipple just once with the tip of His tongue before she felt the fabric of His clothes once again slide over her bare skin. She felt most of His weight settle onto her pinning her body to the bed. The tip of His nose nuzzled into her. The warmth of lustful breath against her skin made her body crave Him more. She could feel the wetness He was causing and she wanted to do anything He wanted, anything to feel and please Him. Her breathing was shallow as the heat of the breath melted her. She wanted to feel Him kiss her neck but didn’t think she could handle that at this moment without losing control. Her back arched slightly and she let out a moan as His teeth nipped her earlobe. When she opened her eyes He was there. She knew the question is His eyes. “Yes Sir I need you” . Again nary a word was said but she replied to the unspoken question. “I am yours Sir.” She could feel His want thru the fabric of His slacks as it pressed against her thigh. Her eyes rolled back and closed as she felt His fingers run up the length of her swollen lips and circled her clit. “Please” she begged. Immediately she knew she wasn't supposed to have begged so quickly. The loss she felt as He rose from on top of her, hurt her deep within. He knelt between her legs and run his hands over her thighs The touch that was relaxing and electric all at once. Scooting down he laid down and pressed His cheek against her inner thigh.She felt a warm soft cushion of wind swirl over her thigh, followed by a playful nip . Tiny kisses trailed up her thigh, closer and closer to the heat and wetness of her rampant desire. There He paused. For what felt like an eternity all she could feel was the warmth of His breath washing over her sex. The unrelenting assault of only feeling His breath made her want to squirm but the iron and silk prevented that luxury. He turns His head slightly so He can look up at her. She looks down at her tormentor wanting so much more. Watching she sees His tongue slowly extend and she buck when she feels it against her. He pulls back and leans back in and kisses her softly. The His tongue runs up between her lips and circles her clit once...twice...three and four times. Just like that the sensation is gone as her body is a bundle of potential energy humming to be set free. Suddenly she feels His face is pressed against her as His lips and tongue explore and taste her for two shuddering breaths before He stops. Licking His lips He pulls away and kneels between her bare thighs. Her eyes pleading for more. Her body screams as her heart rate triples as she sees the devilish smirk cross his face. She is bound by iron and silk and forever captive to Him. And so the game begins. |
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When I thought of this, this morning my intention was for doing a quick flash (less than 200-word piece) but that was an obvious fail lol. I tried to keep it as compact as I could (but please let me know if you think it needed more detail) Hope you enjoy the suspense and build up - not sure if there will be a part 2 to this or not where the "game" continues we will see what this empty nogging decides to do.
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great captivation!!!! i like the way you define him with capital "H" as in Him and His....definitely i wanna see more continuation....
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always a pleasure to hear your thoughts and very glad you enjoyed.Become a member to create a blog
