Free WMIS 06 Tied With Me by Kristen Proby Page A

of my wrist and then loops the red ribbon I use for my hair around it. He scoots back so I can roll onto my back, and I’m wide awake now, watching him curiously as he repeats the motion on the other wrist, then makes a series of loops and knots to tie them together.
    He slips a finger under the satin to make sure that it’s snug but not cutting off my blood flow and then grins down at me with excitement shining in his gorgeous blue eyes.
    “We’re going to start easy today, little one.” He kisses my cheek, not a quick peck, but plants his lips on my skin and inhales deeply, as if he’s pulling my scent inside him, memorizing me.
    I have one hundred percent of his focus, and it’s completely intoxicating.
    “Your hands are to stay over your head.” He guides my arms up, so they are lying comfortably bent on either side of my head, my wrists joined. He drags the backs of his fingers down my arm and to my breast, barely touching just the tip of my nipple, but the electricity shoots down my belly and my panties are already soaked.  
    “But I want to touch you,” I whisper.  
    He pinches my nipple, hard, making me squirm.
    “I didn’t ask you.” He raises an eyebrow, reminding me that this is where I’m supposed to surrender to him, to let him do as he wishes.
    No means no.
    I offer him a half smile, and he kisses my lips sweetly. “That’s better.”
    His lips travel down my jawline, to my neck and finally down to my breasts, where he licks and laps at my tender nipple then pulls back and blows on it, watching it pucker in the cool air.
    “You’re so responsive,” he murmurs.  
    I begin to squirm, but he pins me in his gaze and says sternly, “Keep still.”
    His bossiness makes me want to rebel and makes my skin hot with lust at the same time.
    He returns his attention to my breasts, teasing them into hard, pink tips and then nibbles his way down to my navel.
    “Another part of your rebellious years?” he asks, referring to my piercing.  
    I have a simple pink barbell through the skin there.
    “No.”
    “No?” He sweeps his nose across the metal and then tugs it gently with his teeth. “Tell me.”
    “It was a reward,” I reply, breathless now. His fingers are still taunting my nipples, and that, coupled with the tugging on my piercing, has my pussy pulsing in need.
    I desperately want to open my legs, but he’s laid across my thighs, holding me still.
    On purpose, I’m sure.
    And he says he’s not a sadist!
    “Reward for what?”
    I don’t want to tell him this. It’s embarrassing. In an attempt to switch his focus, I pull my arms down and bury my hands in his soft dark blond hair.
    His head jerks up, his eyes narrow in malice, and in a move so fast it steels my breath, he raises up, pins my hands back over my head and covers my body with his, holding me beneath him, his face an inch from mine.
    “Reward for what?” he repeats quietly.
    “For dropping weight and having a flat stomach,” I whisper.
    He smiles widely and plants a deep kiss on my lips, nibbling and exploring my mouth thoroughly. He wiggles his hips between my own, settling his still-covered cock against my center, and rolls gently, just barely feeding my hunger to feel more of him.
    “See? That wasn’t hard,” he murmurs and brushes my hair off my forehead with his thumbs as his fingers caress my scalp. “When I ask you questions, I want you to answer me honestly. Every time.”  
    His face is passive, sober, waiting for my answer.  
    “Understood.”
    He rests his forehead against my own and takes another deep breath before kissing my nose, down my cheek to my ear. “I’m going to worship your body for a while, baby. It’s not going to hurt. I just want you to keep your hands where I put them. Got it?”
    I nod and sigh as he trails those magical lips of his back down my body to my piercing.
    “I love this,” he murmurs, then travels farther south.
    “I haven’t showered since yesterday morning,” I