For His Desire(14)

Once she was tied tightly, Michael placed a blindfold on her. He stroked her pussy, brushing his hand against the hair and Elena began struggling against the restraints, wanting to feel Michael inside of her. He removed his hand and Elena whimpered. She heard Michael’s soft chuckle.



Elena heard the running water and felt the cold sensation of the shaving cream as Michael rubbed it gently into her skin. “Hold still,” he told her. “I don’t want to cut you.” Elena tried to force herself to be still and it was difficult for her. She knew she was moving around a bit, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.



Michael’s fingers kept sliding over her clit, which made it harder still for her to stop moving. Elena felt herself growing wetter, but soon his hand was gone and instead she felt the razor in its place. The blade was cold, but Michael’s touch was gentle as he slid it over her skin. The razor slid over her skin with

agonizing slowness, discovering each hidden part of her sex.



As Elena was being shaved, she felt the cold of the floor against her skin. Her legs ached from having them pulled so far apart, but each ache only made it more exciting and arousing for her. She tried closing her legs, just out of habit, but they would not budge. Michael had done a thorough job with tying and now he was showing the same skill to removing her hair.



The combination of the cold shaving cream and the warm water fueled Elena’s excitement. Though Elena remained fearful that Michael might cut her, she held still and let him shave her. In the moment, she felt as though she was his to do with as he wished and she wanted it that way. She felt her pussy gush at that thought, at the thought that he was marking her in the way he wanted.



Michael took his time, being thorough and Elena whimpered as the blade slid across her skin. Finally, Michael rinsed the remainder of the shaving cream and dried her pussy and thighs. He untied one of her hands and placed it on her pussy. “Feel it,” he instructed and Elena felt the unfamiliar smoothness.



It felt so different and her sensitivity was heightened. She rubbed her fingers over herself, feeling raw and sexual and enjoying those feelings. “It looks beautiful,” Michael whispered. His hands joined hers, caressing the smooth skin. Elena placed her fingers over her clit as well and Michael removed her hand, tying it again above her head.



“Let me,” he said. His fingers explored her and Elena sighed with pleasure. She couldn’t believe how incredible it felt; had she known, she would have shaved years ago. Her hands were feeling numb and her thighs aching from being apart. Elena felt as though she had literally never been as open as she was in this moment. She belonged to Michael and she knew that he could do anything he wished.



“Touch me,” she said. “Please touch me.” Elena knew she was begging but she didn’t care. Michael’s fingers were working their magic. “Fuck me, Michael,” she called to him. “Fuck me.”



Michael’s fingers disappeared and Elena groaned in disappointment. She was hopeful though that his cock would follow. Her legs were spread so wide for him and she was so wet that she knew she was soaking that bathroom floor.



Michael’s hands were on her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingertips. Elena gasped, on fire for him. “You’re so beautiful, Elena. All spread out for me and helpless.” As though to demonstrate this, he thrust his finger into her aching, need cunt and she moaned. “Michael, Michael.”



He thrust his finger in and out and she tried to move against him, though she was limited by the tight restraints. She began breathing harder and Michael pulled his finger away. “No,” she cried out in frustration, but his finger was quickly replaced by his tongue. Michael’s tongue licked at her bald cunt and the sensation was almost too much for her to bear.



His mouth was on her, in her and Elena felt that he would devour her. She felt alive and sexual in ways she had never imagined. Her feelings went beyond sexual, though, as Michael kissed her inner thighs. His lips pressed to her skin felt heavenly and she could feel his breath on her bare flesh.



She pulled against the rope, feeling a savage desire inside of her that Michael understood without her having to explain. He ratcheted her desire, degree by agonizing degree, and she begged him, pleaded with him to lick her and suck her harder and faster, to take her clit into his mouth. She was saying words that she never thought she would be able to say to someone and Michael was bringing that out of her.



Slowly the orgasm built within her and she screamed out with abandon as it tore through her. “Michael,” she cried, her hands clenching into fists as she tried to reach for him even though she could not. The intensity both physical and mental surprised her and her body went limp beneath him.