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lips, unbelievably
excited to finally have someone to share my passion and unused room with. She
hesitated for a second, but when she looked up into my eyes and I gave her a
reassuring nod, she did as she was told.
    I twisted one of the metal hooks in the cross and
moved it down the chrome grooves until it was at the right height for her, then
twisted it again to lock it into place. I then lifted her wrist and kissed it,
before grabbing one of the four leather cuffs, adorned with metal D rings, off
the small table at the side of me, buckling one around her wrist and attaching
it to the hook, suspending her arm from the cross. I kissed her as I heard her
breathing picking up speed, then repeated with her left wrist. I clasped her
face again and pressed my body up against hers, kissing her forcefully, easing
some more of the tension out of her, then dropped to my knees and lay a trail
of kisses across her toned stomach, groaning as the scent of her sex assaulted
my nostrils. Full of excitement, I gripped the edge of her knickers and swiftly
pulled them down, ordering her to step out of them. I couldn’t look up, I
couldn’t see her sweet cunt, or I’d want to dive face first into it and lick
her to another climax. I needed to show some restraint. I chuckled to myself at
my ironic pun, as I adjusted the hooks at the bottom of the cross and gently
coaxed her ankles into position, spreading her legs wide, restraining them as I
had her hands, with the final set of cuffs. I ran my lips over each of her
thighs, on the strip of soft skin where the top of her stocking ended and
gritted my teeth to be so close to her. One taste wouldn’t ruin it, surely? I darted my tongue out and swept it slowly through her, gathering her moisture
and lingering on her clit, as she gasped then let out an impassioned cry above
me. I licked my lips at the taste of her again, she still tasted so sweet, just
like the purest of honeys. I forced myself to rise up and step back, to take in
the effect of my tethered angel.
    ‘Fuck,’ I groaned, testosterone flooding my body
and rushing to my cock, which I reached down to squeeze, to ease the unbearable
ache. She looked so damn hot, spread like that for me, easily accessible for me
to play with, or fuck, with no way of escape. The thought of tying her up like
that, facing the wall, so I could spank her pink and then pound that virgin backside
of hers nearly had me combust on the spot. I blew out a deep calming breath,
she wasn’t ready for that yet, I could be patient. I’d been damn patient for
the last fourteen months, but no way did I want to wait another fourteen to
break in that tender arse of hers. ‘How do you feel?’ I asked, gruffly.
    ‘Hot, hot and bothered,’ she whispered. Her cheeks
turned a delicious shade of pink as I studied her perfect, virtually naked,
form.
    ‘Sir,’ I snapped, reminding her.
    ‘Sorry, Sir,’ she grimaced. ‘I’m hot, bothered and
very wet, Sir.’
    ‘Excellent,’ I smirked, full of pride that my efforts
were having the desired result. I stepped forward and ran my index fingers inside
the lace edge of her bra cups, pushing them right under her large breasts. I
dipped my head and gently sucked on a nipple, then tugged on it with my teeth,
coaxing it to grow larger as she moaned above me. I looked up at her, at her
eyes which were glazing over, she was so damn responsive, if I carried on she
was liable to come. Orgasm training was something we were definitely going to
have to work on. I held her gaze as I applied pressure with my teeth. Her eyes
widened, as her mouth formed a large perfect circle in surprise. I chomped my
teeth a couple of times, until she squealed and tried to writhe, but her restraints
stopped her movement, making my cock jerk again. I straightened up, winked at
her and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me. I chuckled when I
heard her call “Sir?” in a confused voice behind me. I went to the kitchen and grabbed
myself a