The picture they painted was that of a trembling but confident woman, a woman who knew that she was loved and protected by the one she cared for most. They told me the tale of a woman who knew it was all going to be okay from now on.
But they told me more.
The painting increased in depth.
My shuddering, exposed partner suffered from inflicted uncertainty. Her contorted memories were an unstable foundation upon which she built herself up, shakily rising to meet coming challenges.
She didn’t know for certain whom she was.
But I knew I could help her decide.
Every step of the way, I’d be there.
I’d always be ready to support her.
Ready to hold her up.
My fingertips began to squeeze, to dig into her bare skin. I couldn’t hold myself back much longer…but I knew how to diffuse a little heat and keep it all about her.
My hand slid down, and I grabbed a handful of her ass beneath her panties. With a slight gasp of pleasure slipping from her lips, I lifted the other up, gently caressing her breast again. My thumb slid across her nipple, playing with the tight, engorged nub…
She was pushing against me now, indicating subtly her readiness. But it wasn’t quite time yet.
Instead, I slipped my hand around front, diving into back into her panties. My intrepid finger hadn’t even parted her lips before I could feel her enticing nectar.
“Angel, you’re so wet,” I whispered huskily.
She simply nodded breathlessly.
“We should do something about this…”
With that, I dove the finger inside, eager to please her. Her muscles clenched down around the digit. She was so fantastically tight that I was afraid she might crush it, but I slowly, gently worked her drenched mound into submission.
My thumb found her engorged bead, hiding beneath the hood and ready for my touch. Taking care to not overstimulate it, I gave it ample attention as well.
Her restrained bucking and deep breaths told me everything that I needed to know.
As I pushed her further, sliding a second finger deep inside, I listened and watched for every last signal her body was sending me.
They all screamed one thing:
Fuck me.
But no…not yet.
There will be time for that soon.
I finally pushed her panties down, over her thighs, stripping her to her socks. She stepped out of them quickly, trying to turn around to unleash my throbbing tool from its prison within my jeans.
Instead, I drew her over to a nearby luxury patio chair, coercing her to sit down comfortable in it. Stripping her socks off, I had her where I wanted her – without a thread on her body, her ankles parted for me.
I climbed down on top of her, kissing her lips deeply. I trailed down to her breasts, suckling her ample bosom and flicking her nipples with my tongue. Afterwards, I pressed a line of kisses down between her thighs…
But I hadn’t tossed the socks aside. Instead, I quickly bound her wrists down to the chair, eager to completely control her.
She was ready.
She was mine.
Angel looked up at me with an inquisitive, aroused glance. While I let her briefly fight the binds, I reached over for one of the shredded pieces of her shirt. To my satisfaction, it was just long enough for what I intended.
And what I intended was pure satisfaction.
I folded it over a few times, and then set about tying it around her head. With her improvised bindings and blindfold in place, I decided that it was time.
Pressing my lips to her thighs, I kissed all over, worshiping the tantalizing flesh. But my restraint could only last so long, and I began to hungrily lap at her wet folds.
While Angel moaned and fought the restraints, I set to work. Her delicate, delicious lips were perfect for my tongue as I poked inside her, tasting her sweetness.
Her fluids ran down my chin. They were delicious, flush with her very essence.
Meanwhile, I took advantage of her dominated form. With my partner at my very mercy, I ran my fingernails tantalizingly down her skin, clenching into her sweet, supple flesh.
I could feel her pull against the bindings.
I could feel her body submit to the pleasure.
And it only pushed me forward.
My tongue darted deeper into her creases, my lips practically adjoined to her own, lower set. Angel bucked her hips into my hot, wet mouth, eager for more, needing more, requiring more of my warmth and my explosive touch.
I was all too eager to supply it.
Pulling back, I sank my teeth into her thigh, plunging a pair of strong, flexible fingers deep into her body. With the advantages of this, I could easily reach her button of pent-up nerves, the spot that craved sweet, provocative release.
Pushing her towards climax, I continued to fuck her with my fingers, pleasing her budding clit with a thumb all the while.
Even if I’d wanted, my lips couldn’t stay off of her. I kept kissing her skin, planted fluid-stained kisses along her thighs, her abdomen, even along her supple breasts.
Balancing myself above and against her, my fingers controlled her from beneath, drawing all of her attention to fighting the pleasure.
As I lifted my gaze from her amazing chest, I could see now how the bindings all but bit into her wrists. She was moaning uncontrollably, her mind submerged deep within her physical ecstasy.
I lowered my lips to her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. My tongue lapped against it, playing with the erect nub, and then I thought better of this and switched to the other. My free hand lifted, squeezing the first breast, tweaking the nipple between my thumb and my forefinger.
She gasped for release.
“Please,” she finally pleaded, “please stop teasing and just give it to me…”
“No,” I whispered in her ear, drawing out her pleasure with my fingers now slowly, gradually drawing in and out of her. “I need to bring you to the edge…and let you hover just there…”
She cursed my name furiously, stringing out a colorful array of expletives.
I wasn’t finished with her just yet.
But I was ready to bring this to the next level.
I removed myself from her, gazing down upon her panting, restrained form, watching her rub her thighs together and practically snarl.
“Hush,” I commanded, placing a finger against her lips. “Settle down…I’m about to give you what you want, but you’ll need to be a good girl for me…can you do that?”
She nodded furiously.
“That’s what I want to hear,” I whispered, leaning back up again. Loudly, I unbuckled my pan
ts, whipping off my shirt and the rest of my clothes. I even tossed my button-up onto her bare body, just to emphasize what was coming.
But I had no intentions of making her cum just yet, even with the entirety of me against her.
No, our game was going to go on…
Chapter 36
Angel
My body was experiencing an absolute nirvana that I never, ever dreamt impossible. The way that he knew just how best to tantalize me, to continuously push me to stark new heights…