I feel M start to squirm to get comfortable. It’s time to remove the ropes from her.
She sits cross legged between my legs as I start to untie her. M lowers her head and glares at the rope being unwrapped from her chest. She moans as the rope leaves her flesh. She smiles as the rope marks reveal themselves to her.
“Lovely,” M whispers.
As soon as her arms and hands are free, she runs her fingers over the twisted rope pattern on her breasts.
“The marks are hot to the touch,” M whispers, half to me and half to herself.
I stand up and bend down to untie the rope from around her right thigh. M keeps her left hand stroking the marks on her breasts, as her right hand slides over the rope marks on her thigh.
“I love this, Gil,” M says to me.
I smile at her. She stretches out on the floor. She lifts her arms towards me, her mischievous smile returns.
“Carry me,” she says, with her little girl giggle.
I laugh at her antics, she is adorable.
“What if I say no to your request, M?” I teasingly ask her.
M pouts and replies, “I’ll be sad.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” I smile.
I kneel at her side and slide one arm under both her legs, just above her knees. My other arm slides under her shoulders, M wraps her arms around my neck. I stand up and turn towards the stairs. M is all smiles and swings her legs back and forth, as I am carrying her. The feel of her naked body in my arms and the feel of her arms around my neck, bring me joy. Her touch brings me joy.
“How do you feel, M?” I ask her.
“Mmm,” she replies. “Kiss me, please.”
I lower my lips to hers and kiss her. M tightens her arms around my neck and kisses me harder.
Her tongue slides over my lips and into my open mouth. I suck on her tongue as she offers it to me. She exhales and moans.
She pulls away from the kiss and says, “Thank you.”
I reply, “You are most welcome,” and kiss her cheek.
I walk up the stairs and into the living room and head for the couch, I lower M on to it. She stretches out, hands over her head and her back arched.
She looks up at me and says, “I feel exhausted, like I have no bones in my body. But it feels so good, like a heavy weight has been lifted off me.”
“You have been through a lot these last two days, M,” I say to her. Then ask, “Are you in pain at all?”
M chuckles, “I do hurt in a few places, but, as the saying goes, it hurts so good.”
M sits up and reaches for her cell phone on the coffee table and hands it to me.
“Take pictures of my rope marks, please?” she asks.
I take her phone and reply, “Of course.”
M poses for me, squeezing her breasts together, throwing her head back and lifting her thigh.
I take all the pictures she asks me to. The main focus is on the rope marks. There are blue blotches beginning to appear at the sides of her breasts, the beginning of bruises, where the rope sunk deep into her soft flesh. M will be pleased. She extends her hand and asks to see the pictures.
“Not so fast M,” I say, putting the cell phone behind my back. “I want a few pictures for myself.”
M smiles and quickly replies, “Anything you want, just tell me what you want and it’s yours.”
“Masturbate for me,” I tell her.
M smiles at me, lies back down on the couch, her right leg hanging off the pillows and her foot on the floor. She lifts her left leg on to the backrest of the couch, ever so slowly. Her legs are spread wide. She slides both hands downwards, to the top of her mound. M uses both her index fingers to part her pussy lips, exposing her inner pink to me. She smiles at me. I smile back, as I take pictures of her. Her eyes are locked on mine. I lower my gaze to her pussy. M keeps her eyes on my face. She is watching my reaction to her masturbating for me.
She squeezes her clit between both index fingers. She massages it by lifting one finger and pressing down with the other, her clit trapped between them.
In a sultry voice, she purrs, “You like what you see, Gil?”
Before I can answer her, she slips her middle finger inside her waiting pussy. Slowly sliding her middle finger inside her and then slowly sliding it out of her. Her left forefinger keeps rhythm with her strokes, rubbing her clit in circles. Her hips lift off the couch ever so slightly, and then back into the couch.
“Mmm, please watch me cum, Gil. I want to cum just for you,” she purrs in a low voice.
“You are not allowed to cum, M. Do not cum,” I reply.
M’s hips lift off the couch. She inhales deeply, my words excite her.
“Slide two fingers inside your pussy,” I order.
She spreads her legs wider and slides two fingers inside her.
“Whatever you want me to do, Gil.” she pants, in between hard breaths.
“You look lovely M, spread so wide and touching yourself for me,” I whisper to her.
M’s head pushes back and lifts her shoulders off the couch.
“I am so close, Gil,” she says in a desperate voice.
“A little longer, M. Slow down,” I order.
M slows her rhythm down and shortens her strokes. I watch her play with herself for a few moments more. She is very wet, her pussy glistens and her fingers are damp with her juices. I can see the slickness on them, as she slides them out of herself. They make a delicate slurping sound with each thrust. I watch her pussy lips fold inward, as her fingers disappear inside her. I watch her clit move from side to side as she rubs it. It changes colors, pink to white, with every pass of her finger. She is watching me, watching her, with a slight smile on her lips.
“Do you like this, M? I ask her.
“Ohh, Gil…I love it,” she replies, panting her words.
Watching her masturbate for me has made me rock hard. I fight the urge to jump on her and fuck her hard. Her right leg tenses up and starts to quiver. She is close to cumming. I can’t allow her to cum. I need her to know that she can trust me. And, that I would never ask anything of her that she isn’t capable of. I want her to know, I would never purposely set her up to fail.
“Stop now, M,” I order.
M stops moving her fingers, her two fingers stay buried inside her. She holds her breath.
“Rub your clit very slowly, M,” I order.
She obeys, her finger barely touches it.
“Take your fingers out of your pussy,” I order.
She withdraws her fingers from inside her.
“How close are you to cumming, M?” I ask her.
Panting, she replies, “I could cum right now. I’m holding it back for you…so close, Gil.”
“A little longer, M. Rub your clit a little longer for me,” I softly say.
M nods her head in reply. Her bottom lip is between her teeth. Her eyes still locked on mine.
Her finger is steadily rubbing her clit, ever so gently. A long moan leaves her lips. She won’t be able to hold back much longer.
“Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh!” M pants out.
Her stomach muscles tighten. She drives her hips downwards into the couch. Her eyes are pleading for me to tell her to stop.
“You may stop now, M,” I say to her.
M’s hand flies away from her clit. She sinks into the couch, moaning, her hands grip the pillows of the couch and she squeezes them with all her might. Her eyes are open wide, she is staring at me. Her stare is asking me to give her a few moments to recover. I wait a bit, before I speak.
“You did well, M. Thank you for doing that for me, it was incredibly sexy,” I tell her in a soft voice.
“Anything for you,” she manages to reply between deep breaths. Then asks me, “Would you like to share a beer with me?” Smiles at me and adds, “Give me a few minutes to recover and I will get it for us.”
“Don’t be silly, M. You stay where you are, I will get the beer. I’d love to share a beer with you,” I reply.
I walk to the fridge and get a beer. I walk back to her, gently lift her shoulders off the couch and sit down. I ease her head and shoulders onto my naked lap and stroke her cheek. I hand her the beer, she takes it and drinks almost half of it.
“Someone is thirsty,” I tease her.
M laughs and places the cold bottle on my right thigh. The sudden cold on my skin makes me jump. I laugh and take the bottle from her hand. I take a gulp of beer and place the cold bottle on her right breast. M squeals out loud and rolls to her left, covering her breasts with both her arms.
“That was cold!” she shrieks, as she laughs.
I laugh and reply, “I know. And for the record, you started it.”
“Fair enough, now kiss me again, please,” M, chuckles.
I lean forward, M tilts her head back and I press my lips to hers.
“It’s almost noon, how would you like to go out for a late lunch?” I ask M.
“I would love that,” she replies, as she takes my hand and places it on her breast. “Can we stay like this for a few minutes?” She asks.
“Yes we can. It feels so good, just sitting here with you on my lap,” I reply.
M gives out a long sigh and replies, “You are head over heels for me. You want me more than you know.”
M slides my hand over her belly and drops her right leg to the floor. She pulls my hand in between her legs and rubs it back and forth over her pussy. She is aching to cum. I will not allow her to cum, yet. I allow her use my hand for a while. She presses my hand hard to her pussy and rocks her hips.
“Ohh!” she screams out.
“Do you want to cum now, M?” I ask in a matter of fact tone.