The Life Erotic - Episode 8

She sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, the black leather cuffs around her wrists pulled tight behind her back. The rope between them runs down to the cuffs at her ankles, keeping her folded. Her breathing changes when he steps closer. She watches his hand move between her thighs, two fingers sliding through the wet heat already there, spreading it up and over her clit in slow circles until her hips start to jerk against the rope. He takes his time. Slides one finger inside her, then another, curling them just enough to make her eyes flutter shut. The sound is filthy—wet, rhythmic, the sheets beneath her getting darker with each thrust. He leans in, mouth at her ear, and tells her exactly what he plans to do next. She comes once with his fingers still buried in her, thighs shaking, a choked sound caught in her throat. He doesn’t stop. Keeps working her through it, slower now, dragging it out until she’s gasping and pulling against the cuffs. When he finally pulls his hand away, her cunt clenches around nothing, visibly pulsing, a thin strand of slick stretching between his fingers and her swollen folds before it breaks. He wipes his hand across her stomach, leaving a wet streak, then stands and unbuckles his belt.