Princely Passions 2(85)

He unrolls the ties and, sitting at the foot of the bed, wraps each one of them around my ankles and ties them to the bar, my legs spread wide.

“Apollo…” I whisper, the sound of it almost like a moan as I squirm in place and find my movements very restricted. “I want you now.”

He smiles at me, knowing he’s totally in control. “Patience, love. Goods things come to those who wait.”

“But… I don’t wanna wait… I want you now…” Fuck, I’m truly desperate for his touch. My heart beats so loud in my chest I think it’ll simply end up exploding.

He sits next to me, lowering his head so that his lips are just an inch away from mine. I try to lift my head and kiss them, but I’m tied tightly and can’t reach him. I lay here, neck craned out and parted lips, craving his mouth as he simply grins at me.

“Someone’s very eager,” he says, resting one finger softly over my collarbone and making my skin prickle. Just one touch of his finger and I’m already going mad. He lets his finger slide down, stopping right on the valley between my breasts. I can feel my nipples pulsing, yearning for his touch. But he doesn’t touch them; he traces the contour of my right breast with his index finger, circling around it with only his fingertip smoothly brushing against my skin.

I strain against the ties, closing my eyes and biting on my lip. I can’t believe I’m in such a state when he’s barely touching me.

I let a moan escape my lips as his finger goes over the curve of my breast and circles my rosy nipple without touching it. Then he goes down, going to my other breast and doing the same there. He leans into my breasts and relief washes over me as I think he’ll take his mouth to my nipple; yet, once again he stops just an inch from it, blowing softly. His cool breath on my breast is making me dizzy; I’m sure I’ll go insane if he doesn’t touch me soon. For how long will I be able to endure this?

He takes his hands down my body, hooking the tip of his fingers on my thong. He grabs it gently and it seems that he will pull it down in an instant as he did with my blouse; instead, he simply lowers my thong a miser inch, revealing my tan line. He takes his lips there, brushing them softly against that white line of skin. I try to thrust my hips upward but it’s useless; I can’t move, and I’m at his mercy.

“What do you want, love?” he asks me, taking his fingers up my belly and back to the base of my breasts. “You seem awfully impatient.”

“Apollo, please…” I half moan. “I want… I want it.”

“Want what?”

“I want you… I want you to touch me, I want you to fuck me… Please…”

“I will… If you behave.”

“I will… I’ll do anything.”

“Good girl,” he says with a smile, once more grabbing at my thong and pulling it down a few inches so damn slowly. Then, when I’m not expecting it anymore, he grabs at it and pulls it against my outer thigh, tearing it off of my expectant body in a brutish and quick motion.

I can feel his eyes all over me, running from my lips to my heaving breasts, and finding their way between my thighs. He leans into me, laying his lips against my neck, kissing it up and down with so much softness you’d think my neck was made of porcelain. I close my eyes, feeling then the tip of his finger brushing over one of my nipples. It takes just that for me to moan as loudly as if he’s inside of me. If I’m already like this I don’t even want to imagine what it'll be like to have his cock stretching my pussy. This is it, I’m sure I won’t survive the night.

He kisses my chin and goes down to my neck again; this time he doesn’t stop there, though, continuing down to my collarbone and to the base of my breasts, laying gentle kisses around them in a maddening climb to my nipples. I can feel my muscles already twitching, my whole body electrified with the perspective of his tongue on my nipples.

I moan as his tongue touches me, licking in circles around my nipples. When he flicks it at the cherry colored point, I almost think my head will split open; I purse my lips and close my eyes, inundated by a stream of delight.

More, more, more!

He lowers his head and fits my nipple between his lips, sucking on it slowly as his fingers go down my belly and crawl down to my inner thigh. My hips sway of their own accord, my pussy aching and begging to be touched. He takes his time, stroking my inner thighs and teasing, coming close to my pussy, but never actually touching it.

But then he does.

He runs his index finger from the base of my pussy to my clit, brushing against it so softly I can barely feel it, and yet, in such a way that I can’t feel much more than that. There is no pressure on his finger, it feels as light as a feather on me, but as it rubs against my clit it’s as if lightning has struck my body. I convulse, my limbs straining against the ties as I arch my back and thrust my hips upward as ecstasy slaps all my thoughts away.