Machiavelli
Star
- Joined
- Sep 19, 2016
- Location
- Kansas City
Her responses made him smile, and he definitely noticed how fixed her eyes were on the prominent manhood as it was revealed to her, the breaths from her lips slightly ragged. That desire-filled attention made him squirm a little, throbbing with tense, nervous desire. But as she told him to stay still, he nodded softly, standing in place while continuing to enjoy the view of her body, particularly how her curves bounced enticingly when she moved. She moved around him, inspecting, and that - that aroused him a great deal. For a moment he felt like a prize, her prize, and now she was examining what she had won. It was thrilling.
He could feel the whisper of her skin against his, so close, and he resisted the urge to shift into the sensation, to feel it more and more and more. Her next instruction caught him slightly by surprise, but he should have expected something, and obeyed. The cool touch of metal surprised him as well, but he didn't utter either of the safewords as they clicked into place around his wrists, restraining him. Giving the restraints a little jerk to test them, met with the resistance he'd expected. His heart pounded excitedly, and he pressed back against her as she leaned into him, her head against his torso. He wanted to feel her against him, to touch and to taste and to hold.
Of course, he knew that she was aware of that, and that she was teasing him. But this is what he'd wanted, what he'd imagined. To let the woman take control of the moment, to determine who got touched and when, but most importantly how. She would lead the sexiness, how she wanted, when she wanted. His heart throbbed, and he was certain she could hear his excitement in how it beat, her ear against his spine as he tested the handcuffs again, if only to remind himself that they were there. By now he was flushed a light pink, harder than stone, and more than ready to please.
Or to simply squirm for her. Whatever the lady desired.
He could feel the whisper of her skin against his, so close, and he resisted the urge to shift into the sensation, to feel it more and more and more. Her next instruction caught him slightly by surprise, but he should have expected something, and obeyed. The cool touch of metal surprised him as well, but he didn't utter either of the safewords as they clicked into place around his wrists, restraining him. Giving the restraints a little jerk to test them, met with the resistance he'd expected. His heart pounded excitedly, and he pressed back against her as she leaned into him, her head against his torso. He wanted to feel her against him, to touch and to taste and to hold.
Of course, he knew that she was aware of that, and that she was teasing him. But this is what he'd wanted, what he'd imagined. To let the woman take control of the moment, to determine who got touched and when, but most importantly how. She would lead the sexiness, how she wanted, when she wanted. His heart throbbed, and he was certain she could hear his excitement in how it beat, her ear against his spine as he tested the handcuffs again, if only to remind himself that they were there. By now he was flushed a light pink, harder than stone, and more than ready to please.
Or to simply squirm for her. Whatever the lady desired.