Next, I fashioned a crotch rope. Careful to avoid pressure on her stomach, I wrapped the rope around her hips, tied it in front, and then fed it between her legs, making sure it rested snugly between the lips of her pussy. My fingers came away wet and I knew I’d been correct in my belief that Madeleine would be aroused by my fetish. Securing her elbows and wrists behind her, I looped the rope from between her thighs and fed it into a slipknot at her wrists. Inspecting the tensions, I tugged on it, knowing the threads would rub her clit, and was rewarded with a gasp.
Checking to make sure she was immobile, I increased the pressure until she was panting heavily, then stopped. She released a small whimper in protest, but didn’t speak. I stood behind her and slid my hands around her waist and up her chest, until each palm was overflowing with one of her tits. I clutched each mound tightly, soaking in her little mewls of pleasure.
Her nipples were already hard and they scraped along my skin as I dragged my hands away. Then I started toying with each pink peak. I worked them into diamond-hard points, twisting and plucking, and groaned when Madeleine’s quivering body pressed back into mine, her ass cradling my thick arousal.
Satisfied her tits were sufficiently primed, I reached into the duffel and grabbed a silver chain with a clover shaped clasp at each end. I walked around to her front and kissed both sweet little buds before placing a clamp over each one. She hissed at the initial pain and I hesitated, waiting to see her reaction before continuing. Curiosity seemed to get the better of her because she stayed silent.
I stood back a moment and admired her gorgeous body, a masterpiece of skin and intricate knots, all intended for pleasure. Licking my lips, I contemplated where to start. I dipped a finger underneath the chain of the nipple clamps and claimed her mouth in a deep kiss. A tug tightened the tension on the clamps and she cried out, her parted lips giving me the opportunity to plunge my tongue inside. I lost myself in her kisses for a few moments before pulling back.
“Kneel on the bed,” I instructed. I helped her climb up and quickly rid myself of my clothing before taking position behind her.
One of my hands slid into her unbound hair and I tugged on it as the other used the rope to stimulate her clit. Her loud moan mixed with the beauty of her submissive positioning and my ropes binding her had my cock standing straight up, hard and pulsing. With every cry, I had to work not to come, to hold back for when I was ready to sink into her soaking wet pussy.
I worked her with the rope, my hands on her skin, the nipple clamps, and firm tugs on her hair. Her moans became screams and I knew she was getting close, so I softened my movements, until her writhing became a quiver.
“Don’t stop!” she yelled.
I’d been holding off for the right moment. I spanked one tight ass cheek, causing a ripple through her skin and stimulating the whole area. “Did I tell you to speak?” I asked gruffly. She shook her head frantically. Another slap, this one leaving a red handprint on her lily white cheek. The sight had pre-come dripping steadily from my dick.
“Apologize,” I demanded with another harsh slap on the opposite cheek.
“Fuck! I’m sorry!”
I soothed the stinging skin with gentle rubs, but not for long. I began to work her again, bringing her to the brink of orgasm over and over, but never letting her peak. Tears of frustration started to leak from her eyes, yet she still screamed with passion.
Dipping my head into the crook of her neck, I bit her earlobe on the way down, and whispered, “You shouldn’t have fucking run from me, baby.”
I licked and sucked her neck, coiling the end of the rope and putting constant pressure on her clit. Her heart was beating so hard, I could feel it where my lips pressed to her skin. “Say you’re sorry, baby.” She whimpered an apology and I tightened the rope a little more. “Are you going to run from me again?” I growled, adding three hard spanks to her ass. Her head whipped from side to side without a sound.
Smack!
“Words!”
Smack!
“Are you going to run?”
Smack!
“No!”
I pulled the rope tight and tugged hard on the clamps.
“Who do you belong to, Madeleine?”
“You! I belong to you!”
I still wasn’t satisfied. “Who?”
“Oh my—you, Caleb! I fucking belong to you!”
Hearing her say my name brought a rush of desire that would have brought me to my knees, had I not already been kneeling. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I repeated the pull and tug while I sunk my teeth into the delicate skin of her neck. She splintered apart, screaming my name.
Chapter 10
Madeleine