I pulled my arms forward as much as possible, tightening the ropes against my pussy with a
sharp tug; luxuriating in the small relief it brought my aching clit as I ground my crotch against the juice sodden ropes that imprisoned my pussy.
The sudden sound of a cheesy pop song---Richard’s ringer---broke the building tension and snapped me back to reality. I took a moment to catch my breath and realized I was flushed and felt lighter; not dizzy but just lighter somehow.
“I gotta take this, gimme five minutes...Brandon get her ready for the next set”
Richard grabbed his phone, dashing out the door to answer.
“Yeah...will do.”
I could hear the tension in his voice; hollow and raspy. He waited until Richard left the room before coming back over, and stood in front of me for a moment; his eyes travelling all over my bound body. The rope between my legs was soaked, and the scent of pussy juice was unmistakable; there was no way he couldn’t smell it.
“Are you...enjoying my work?”
His hands were on me, untying the dress of knots he’d so carefully placed. This time they lingered, longer than necessary and seemed to have a magnetic effect; awakening my flesh in a way I’d never felt.
“Yes, more so than I thought I would,” I managed, “you’re very good at what you do.”
“It helps to have a willing participant.” He said with a sly grin; his eyes moving to the soggy bit of rope between my thighs.
“I’m a very willing participant,” I assured him . He didn’t reply but moved closer and turned me around to untie the back. He was pressed close against me and I could feel his stiff cock sticking out, nudging me through his pants. How long had it been hard? He certainly seemed to enjoy that last photo set. My heart was pounding and I was starting to perspire lightly.
He tugged on the knots with more force this time and I could feel shocks of pleasure flowing through me, down the intricate knotwork to my dripping clit. He was teasing me, taking his time untying the silken ropes and letting them glide over my skin with that sweet torment. he seemed to enjoy doling out. My cunt was dripping already, worked into a frenzy by the slow, deliberate shifting of the ropes.
He freed my arms but I held the position, liking the way it made my tits stick out proudly and drew attention to my nipples. He was less gentle now, and it felt good---I was like a ragdoll under his hands, his expert bindings. I wanted to use my newly freed hands on him, to feel the heat of his body and the thick rod pressed against me. He knew it too, and rewarded my shameless display with a thrust of his hips, driving his hard cock into the cleft of my naked ass.
“Ahhhh......”
I let out an involuntary sigh, the pressure was building in my body; the slow nagging ache of desire yet to be fulfilled.
He released the knot at my waistline, spinning me around to face him. His hands traced down my collarbone, freeing my breasts from their delightful captivity. The ropes that had been wedged between my legs, now sodden with my juices; fell away, leaving me completely nude once again.
He glanced down at the ropes, no doubt looking at the lovely mess I’d made of his fancy ropes. He picked them up, holding them close enough to smell my urgency and it wasn't hard to see the darkened wet patches where the bindings had coaxed a torrent of liquid from my tightly bound cunt.
“Hmm, what are we going to do about this?”
His dark eyes were piercing, but he had a slight grin, teasing me for my naughty display. My hands were free now and i went to reach for him, to press my body up against him and show him the fierce need he had conjured up in me.
I heard the door open and Richard was standing there, a wicked smirk on his face.
“You two ready? Or did you need a minute?”
Brandon stepped back quickly, attempting to hide the bulge in his jeans by tugging the hem of his hoodie down.
“We’re ready,” he said quickly, “I was just getting her, uh, undone.”
“I see that,” Richard said with a wry smile, “this’ll be the last set, I was hoping to have more time but I’m have to go soon. Maybe we can reconvene another day?”
Brandon thought for a moment, and took another look at me.
“I could probably finish off the last set,” he offered, “the shots are pretty simple, it’s just the set up thats more complex and I’m doing that anyway.”
Richard glanced at his watch and nodded,
“Yeah, you seem to know what you’re doing here, Brandon. Meet back up at the studio at 8?”
“Sure, sounds good!”
Yes, yes it did.
Richard gathered his stuff, apologized for cutting the shoot short, and headed out the door; leaving me in the very capable hands of his hot assistant. I was dying to get my hands on him; to feel his bare skin on mine and show him what a cruel frenzy he had worked me into. The way he