Leah Braemel - Personal Protection

Should he have her arms stay straight over her head or spread out in an X? Straight for now, he decided. “Stretch your hands above your head, Princesa.”

Looping the other ends of the restraints through the iron bars of the headboard, he buckled the leather straps around her wrists. Although they’d hold her for now, the bands were loose. He’d have to buy some slightly smaller. Or add extra padding inside.

Finished, he sat on the bed and waited. Watched. Appreciated.

Her hair spread in wild abandon over his pillows. It would leave her wonderful scent embedded in them so he’d be reminded of her when he slept. Though her eyes were covered by the silk scarf, her mouth formed a natural bow, her bottom lip protruding slightly more than her upper lip. He bent over and brushed a light kiss on them. She arched up, attempting to capture him, but he pulled away without saying a word.

With her arms over her head, her back was slightly arched and her breasts lifted in invitation. Should he take her bra off now or wait for later?

Decisions, decisions.

Later, he decided. There was a lot to be said for delayed gratification.

“Well?” she said after he’d sat there for a few minutes more. “Aren’t you going to do something?”

Vixen.

He stood and prowled around the bed, planning each move he’d make.

“Sam?”

Impatient vixen.

Picking up the ostrich feather, he dragged it up one bare foot. As he’d expected, she squirmed, trying to move her foot away. So he treated the other foot to the same attention.

“Sam! Stop dragging things out and fuck me, damn it!”

Very impatient vixen.

“You have been told not to speak unless I give you permission.” He spoke sharply, as if he were commanding one of Hauberk’s new recruits who had just screwed up.

She stuck her tongue out at him. He had to swallow a snicker, nearly choking himself in the process. God, she had such fire.

For the next twenty minutes he teased and tickled every exposed inch of skin with the feather. If any other sub had cursed him and pleaded with him and tried to top from the bottom the way she did, he’d have ball gagged them long before. But he couldn’t do it. There was something so refreshing about her. So intriguing. So challenging.

He switched the feather for a flogger, and let the leather tails trail over her shoulders, then down her breasts. He flicked open the front clasp on her bra, then enjoyed watching her nipples pebble at the cool air, he swirled the leather straps over her until she was panting. To her credit, and his disappointment, she didn’t twitch or make a sound.

Goose bumps raised down her arms when he slid the thin tails along her stomach. Her hips arched when he dragged them across her mons and let them dangle over her labia. The artery on the side of her neck betrayed her rapid heartbeat when he touched the tip of the braided handle between her thighs and rubbed against her thong. She gasped when he slipped it inside her, rubbing the balled end so it would caress her most sensitive spot.

“Oh, and Rosie? You can’t come unless I give you permission.”

“Bas-” Her teeth clenched together a she swallowed the insult.

Her fingers wrapped around the straps holding her in place, her hips arched up as she tried to move with the whip handle, press it deeper. He drove her until she was about to slide over the edge. Just before she could orgasm, he removed the faux dildo.

“Damn it!” she snarled. “Let me come.”

“Nope. And you talk again without permission and I’ll leave you tied up without touching for the rest of the night.”

He stepped away, letting her consider his threat as he stripped off his clothes. Taking his time, he poured some oil with a light coconut fragrance into one palm then coated both hands with it. Starting at her toes and slowly sliding up her legs, he gently massaged. If he’d done this first, she would have been completely relaxed, but now she was a quivering mass, her breath short desperate gasps.

He slid one finger along her labia, causing her hips to jerk off the bed. Damn, she was so ready. With a quick motion, he snapped the string on one side of her thong and stripped it from her.

“Lift your hips up, Princesa.”

When she did, he slid a wedge-shaped pillow beneath her and knelt between her thighs. The moment he touched his tongue to her, she exploded, cream running down her sweet slit and pooling on the pillow.

He shook his head in mock dismay. “Oh, baby. You’re not allowed to come unless I give you permission.”

“Fuck. That,” she panted. “Why on earth would I ever need to stop an orgasm? Most guys are happy if a woman has one at all.”

“I’m not most guys.”

Before she realized what he was about to do, he was seated hilt deep inside her. He groaned as the last of her orgasm caressed his rigid cock.

Damn it, when he had lost control? He’d planned to make her come at least three times before he allowed himself inside her. And yet here he was, buried balls deep in the little spitfire.

Right. So they’d both have to exercise some control. Which he’d never do in this position from the way his hips were working in concert with his now pulsing cock. Damn it!

Using every ounce of determination, he pulled from her.

“Saa-a-am!” Yup, three syllables. “Fuck me, goddamn it!”

In less than twenty seconds, he’d released her from her restraints. Before a minute had passed, he’d picked her up and sat in the chair, settling her knees on either side of his thighs, his erection trapped between them.

She didn’t need to be told what he wanted, she wanted it just as much. With a wiggle, she impaled herself on his cock.

“Lord almighty,” he groaned, sliding his hips a bit further along the chair’s pillow and then arching them. He grabbed her hips, stopping her from moving, then pulled her so she was resting her head against him. When she protested, he shook his head. “Don’t move. Not yet.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“God, no.” How could he explain? If she’d wrapped his cock in a Tensor bandage it wouldn’t have been as tight as her pussy was around him. He could feel her heartbeat pulsing against both his cock and his chest.

Despite his request, her body undulated, in tiny motions at first. Then she pulled back and grabbed his shoulders, grinding her pelvis over his. She was so beautiful, her eyes closed, her hair hanging wild about her shoulders, her nipples hard buds sticking out proudly. The tiny sensual ember he’d sensed in her blossomed into a full conflagration of sexuality.

He dipped his head, and caught one of the taut buds in his mouth, suckling hard. Her pussy immediately clamped on his cock and her movements doubled in their fury. His fingers caught the other nipple between them, rolling, tweaking until she shuddered her completion once more.

It took every ounce of his control not to take the leap with her, but he managed to stop his climax. Just.

“You didn’t…” She looked at him in confusion.

“I will.”

As she relaxed against him, he held onto her hips and held her in place as he began to move inside her again. A long slow stroke until her pelvis met his. He pulled back until only the head of his cock was within her. Another slow stroke had her panting.

She lifted her head. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she matched his movements, lifting herself when he pulled out, and lowering when he plunged deep. Joy and pleasure filled her beautiful eyes, mesmerizing him. They moved together, in wordless communion, their tempo growing faster and faster, the walls of her pussy caressing him, kissing him.

And then she leaned down and did the unthinkable. She whispered, “Come for me, Sam.”