My body hummed from my climax and I took a moment to revel in the sensation before redirecting my attention to you. Slowly I opened my eyes and breathed deeply in an attempt to level my pulse – reclaim control. The room was now glowing with the morning sun. I glanced at the clock and saw it was just past daybreak. Gracefully, I moved off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, returning in a moment's time holding something hidden behind my back. I positioned myself at the foot of the bed so that I had a perfect view of your body – legs widespread and bound by the ankles, arms fastened together with a pair of my old nylons tied tightly at the wrists. Your eyes met mine and I saw a flurry of emotion – curiosity, fear, need, desire and most of all… raw lust. I broke eye contact to soak in the scene. My gaze traveled over your strong arms to your chest, appreciating it's breadth and admiring the light downy curls of hair heavy around your upper body though slimming into a singular path from navel to crotch.
You watched as I examined you and when my eyes lingered between your legs, I saw your cock twitch involuntarily – pulsing with blood. I turned around and squeezed about a tablespoon of flavored oil into a cupped palm then dropped the bottle on the floor and moved to situate myself at your side choosing to facing your feet. I reached out and gently cupped your balls with my greased hand. Being careful to apply no pressure, I quickly coated the wrinkled flesh encasing your balls, then moved to slicken your shaft and inner thighs. Soon you were thickly drenched in the syrup-like substance that suffused the room with a spicy aroma. I lifted my hand and waited, focusing on your facial expressions. Less than twenty seconds passed before I heard you groan through clenched teeth. I watched as your eyes screwed shut and creases formed on your forehead and fanned out from the far corners of your eyes. You frantically struggled to get loose from the knot holding your wrists together as the heat between your legs intensified.
The oil I used was not only flavored and scented, it also released a chemical that heated blood-engorged areas of the body to an almost alarming degree. Since your arms were not bound to the bedposts as were your legs, you flung them from headboard to waist and then side to side – briefly pausing to clutch your crotch with balled fists before flinging them again to and fro. I watched you for a few moments and then quickly bent my head to your engorged cock, taking the entire length deep into my mouth.
Your movements stilled instantly and you released a low guttural groan that swiftly escalated into a continuous panting grunt as you thrust your hips upwards and exhaled forcibly through your nose. The heat and tightness of my mouth combined with the slow burn of the oil created a sensation of warmth, suction and delicious friction that drove you to desperately hump against my face. My hands rested on each of your thighs as my mouth rhythmically bobbed up and down, over and over your cock. Moving my mouth so quickly that loud sucking sounds punctuated the quiet stillness of the room. My saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth and slid dripping onto your balls, thighs and wet the sheets beneath where you lay. I felt the muscles of your thighs clench under my hands with each thrust of your hips as you worked to plunge your cock deeper, harder down my throat.
Suddenly I felt your balls draw tight and recognized the trembling rush flowing from your sac into the base of your shaft and... I stopped. Quickly, before you could lower your bound arms to trap me, I scrambled off the bed out of reach. You broke your silence once again, startling me as you raged and cursed, twisting violently against the knotted ties holding you captive. Soon, though, your anger turned to pleas and you breathlessly begged me to finish you. I ignored you until you calmed and then slowly moved to the head of the bed to whisper in your ear.
