Trouble Part 2 Episodes
Trouble Part 2 - Episode 1
I watch her wrists strain against the silk. The ties bite gently, keeping her open, arms stretched above her head, body already begging. Sweat pearls along her spine, slides between the small of her back and the sheets. I press my palm there and feel her shiver. She arches when I lean down and taste the salt on her skin. Teeth graze, then lips follow, soft, then sharp again. My hand slips between her thighs. She’s wet enough that my fingers part her with almost no resistance. I circle her clit once, twice, slow, then press harder until her hips jerk. “Stay still,” I tell her. She tries. She fails. Her thighs tremble, trying to close around my wrist. I push them apart and slide two fingers inside her. Her cunt tightens around me, hot and slick, pulling me deeper. I curl my fingers, find that spot, and watch her mouth fall open on a sound she doesn’t manage to turn into words. I pull out. She makes a small, broken noise. I smile against her hip, then drag my tongue through her folds, slow and deliberate. Her taste spreads across my tongue. I suck her clit between my lips and feel her whole body tense. Her wrists pull harder against the silk. The headboard creaks. I don’t stop. I press my tongue flat, lap at her, then flick quick and tight until her thighs shake on either side of my head. She comes with a choked gasp, thighs clamping around me. I hold her down through it, mouth still working, fingers sliding back inside to feel her pulse around them. When the tremors start to ease, I pull back just enough to breathe against her wet skin. Then I stand, unbuckle my belt, and watch her eyes follow the sound. I let the leather slide free, drop it beside the bed. Her gaze drops to my cock, already hard, flushed dark. I stroke myself once, slow, letting her look. She licks her lips. I climb onto the bed, knees between her spread thighs, and line myself up. The head of my cock nudges her entrance, slick from her come. I push in. One slow, steady thrust. She takes me deep, tight heat gripping every inch. Her back arches off the mattress. I bottom out and hold there, hips flush against hers, letting her feel how full she is. Then I pull back and drive in again, harder. The bed creaks. Her breasts move with each thrust. I lean down, catch one nipple between my teeth, bite just enough to make her cry out. My hand finds her throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. A reminder. She tilts her chin up, offering more. I thrust deeper, angle my hips to hit that spot inside her again and again. Her moans turn ragged. She pulls at the silk until her wrists are red. I don’t untie her. I fuck her until her second orgasm builds, until her cunt starts fluttering around me, until she’s gasping my name like it’s the only word she remembers. I come with her, buried deep, pulse after pulse, heat spilling inside her. My forehead drops to hers. We breathe the same air for a moment. Then I reach up and loosen the ties. Her arms fall around my neck. She pulls me closer, still trembling. I kiss the corner of her mouth, taste salt and heat, and stay inside her until the aftershocks fade.
I watch her wrists strain against the silk. The ties bite gently, keeping her open, arms stretched above her head, body already begging. Sweat pearls along her spine, slides between the small of her back and the sheets. I press my palm there and feel her shiver. She arches when I lean down and taste the salt on her skin. Teeth graze, then lips follow, soft, then sharp again. My hand slips between her thighs. She’s wet enough that my fingers part her with almost no resistance. I circle her clit once, twice, slow, then press harder until her hips jerk. “Stay still,” I tell her. She tries. She fails. Her thighs tremble, trying to close around my wrist. I push them apart and slide two fingers inside her. Her cunt tightens around me, hot and slick, pulling me deeper. I curl my fingers, find that spot, and watch her mouth fall open on a sound she doesn’t manage to turn into words. I pull out. She makes a small, broken noise. I smile against her hip, then drag my tongue through her folds, slow and deliberate. Her taste spreads across my tongue. I suck her clit between my lips and feel her whole body tense. Her wrists pull harder against the silk. The headboard creaks. I don’t stop. I press my tongue flat, lap at her, then flick quick and tight until her thighs shake on either side of my head. She comes with a choked gasp, thighs clamping around me. I hold her down through it, mouth still working, fingers sliding back inside to feel her pulse around them. When the tremors start to ease, I pull back just enough to breathe against her wet skin. Then I stand, unbuckle my belt, and watch her eyes follow the sound. I let the leather slide free, drop it beside the bed. Her gaze drops to my cock, already hard, flushed dark. I stroke myself once, slow, letting her look. She licks her lips. I climb onto the bed, knees between her spread thighs, and line myself up. The head of my cock nudges her entrance, slick from her come. I push in. One slow, steady thrust. She takes me deep, tight heat gripping every inch. Her back arches off the mattress. I bottom out and hold there, hips flush against hers, letting her feel how full she is. Then I pull back and drive in again, harder. The bed creaks. Her breasts move with each thrust. I lean down, catch one nipple between my teeth, bite just enough to make her cry out. My hand finds her throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. A reminder. She tilts her chin up, offering more. I thrust deeper, angle my hips to hit that spot inside her again and again. Her moans turn ragged. She pulls at the silk until her wrists are red. I don’t untie her. I fuck her until her second orgasm builds, until her cunt starts fluttering around me, until she’s gasping my name like it’s the only word she remembers. I come with her, buried deep, pulse after pulse, heat spilling inside her. My forehead drops to hers. We breathe the same air for a moment. Then I reach up and loosen the ties. Her arms fall around my neck. She pulls me closer, still trembling. I kiss the corner of her mouth, taste salt and heat, and stay inside her until the aftershocks fade.