Club Agony & Ecstasy Box Set(10)

As soon as the door closed, his hands were on me; roughly turning me to face him. His eyes were intense and fiery; he met my gaze and I felt his lips on mine, kissing me greedily with his open mouth. The slowly rising ache in my untouched pussy gave way to a deep craving and I could feel my juices spilling out, drenching the insides of my thighs.

His hands gripped my waist tightly, he was stronger than his size let on; not much taller than me. I was crushed up against him, this thick cock grinding against my naked flesh with only the thin fabric of his pants between us.

“ohhhh...please Brandon...”

My words were unrecognizable, I didn’t even know what I was asking him for; my mind was foggy and my voice sounded distant. I felt drunk, almost; with my mind set on quenching another thirst now.

He pushed me back gently

“Shit...we have to get back to the pictures.”

Was he kidding? Or did he just enjoy watching me suffer?

“Um, now...?”

He sighed a little, and nodded reluctantly.

“We only have this room for so long, we have to get these done, and then...”

He didn’t have to finish, I got the point.

“Then I promise...I will make the wait worthwhile. I can’t go back with no pictures, can I?”

I nodded sheepishly, regretting the desperation in my voice.

“Anyway, these will be fun; suspension bondage.”

Oh my.

My heart fluttered at the thought of being strung up in front of this guy; his hands free to do whatever they pleased. Much as I wanted to be free, to get my lips around that cock and have him fuck the hunger he’d created away, the idea of a few more minutes under his marionette strings wasn’t a terrible one.

He picked up some of the longer ropes made of a heavier material in a brilliant royal blue. His eyes met mine as he twisted the wide cord around my body, his hands moving slowly over me while he worked, barely glancing at the knots he seemed to know instinctively.

The bindings were simpler this time, just a series of wrappings around my chest, waist and thighs. A final rope around my wrists and I began to feel the bizarre sensation of being lifted; almost floating a few feet off the ground. He adjusted the connected ropes, and went to take some photos, leaving me dangling in the air.

I wasn’t even on the ground and he was still controlling my movements; documenting it all on camera for some yet unknown consumers. The nefarious ropes hung me like a display in mid air, suspending me helplessly and I had no choice but to wait until he was finished with me.



The flash of the camera stopped and he made his way back to me, a spinning me around slowly in the bizarre harness he’d created for me. I was strung up horizontally facing the floor and he’d left one of my legs free for the last set of photos. I couldn’t see him but I could feel his hands on my calves, tracing up towards my thighs

“Are we done...the pictures I mean?”

I really needed to be done the pictures, this had been the most agonizing 2 hours of my life so far and I was in desperate need of some relief; the kind only my delectable captor could provide.

“Yes, just finished...that was the last set.”

He made no attempt to untie me, or even lower me to the ground, but was running his hands along the exposed skin between my bindings, bringing every nerve to life.

“Thank God---untie me!”

I’d waited long enough, this guy had been teasing me from the beginning with his meticulously placed knots and infernal ropes! I wanted him to fuck me, needed him to; and I knew his mind was in the same place; at least I thought it was.

“Not just yet,”

“Brandon, please, untie me...I want to be able to touch you,” I begged, “please...”

I felt him untie something and I dropped a few feet, spinning around so I was at eye level with him. The ropes lurched again and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

He grabbed the back of my head, crushing his lips to mine; kissing me violently as I hung almost weightlessly in the air; swinging and twisting at his will.

I wanted him to free my hands at least, but he was clearly not planning to do so for the time being. His lips moved down my chin and throat, over the thick cords that encircled my chest to the lower half of my compressed tits. My nipples were sticking out hungrily, rubbing against the soft ropes, and he sucked one into his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to tease me.

“Ok, ok...” I pleaded, “you can let me down now, please...I wanna get back down on my knees for you and suck your cock...please!”

I was desperate now, there were no ropes to rub my sore pussy against for relief this time, my thighs were squeezed together, tied tightly, and the pressure wasn’t helping either.

“But I like you like this,” he said in a low voice, “I’m not quite done with you.”