Strictly Taboo(142)

He took a step towards me and touched my cheek. He didn't molest me, although right now, with the rope chafing against my wrists, I found myself getting aroused. I'd never been tied up before, and we were in here all alone. My natural instinct was to close my eyes and just go with it, hoping he'd take control away from me and give me a reason to give in to all my desires for him.

"Lara, open your eyes and look at me." Rupert said quietly in a dominating tone that had me obeying him before I could stop myself. His eyes were dark and hungry and his fingers were stroking my cheek gently. I swallowed hard but didn't say anything at first.

He just stared at me and the longer I stood there, feeling like he was trying to look through me into my soul the more aroused and uncomfortable I got. It was an odd combination.

"What do you want Rupert? Untie me if you are just going to stand there staring at me." I hissed at him through my teeth.

"Then I will do something besides stand here and look at you," He said grinning slowly. I realized my mistake at my wording. I had consented to him keeping me tied up. Realizing in all of this, I was sort of egging him on, I had subconsciously pressed my cheek harder against his head and I had taken a step closer to him. I wasn't sure if I was ashamed by my behavior or shocked at how much he was turning me on and he hadn't even done anything to me yet.

He reached down and touched my knee. He worked his hand up slowly and I wound my hand around the rope to help hold myself up, he was making my knees weak the way he was touching my legs gently. He was massaging them from my knees to my hips. I had on stockings and garters under my outfit, to go with my pumps. When he found the zipper on the side of my skirt and pulled it down, I watched his eyes get darker as he slowly let it fall down my legs.

I stepped out of my skirt instinctively, not even caring anymore. We were isolated, alone; no one was going to bother us. If this was my one chance to give in to my desires for him, I'd take my afternoon of passion, and then walk away when it was over.

Making up my mind, I spread my legs a little further apart when he fingered one of the garters on my thigh.

"I love you in heels and stockings. You're like unwrapping a present. You have so many layers on top, but when you take it off, all the goodies underneath are worth waiting for." Rupert told me and before I could predict what he'd do next, he dropped to his knees in front of me.

He pulled my panties down around my ankles and left them there. The dim light above me flickered as he put his hands on my hips and then rubbed back until he grabbed my ass cheeks with his hands. Massaging gently he buried his face against my crotch. The minute that metal stud touched my clit, I about fell down. Holding hard onto the rope to keep my knees from turning into jelly and hanging by my wrists, I tried to force myself to stay standing.

A minute later, the stud in his tongue start to vibrate against my flesh. He hadn't been lying about having a vibrating stud and it was better than I imagined, his quick strokes with his tongue and pressing it on and off my clit had me quickly grinding my hips against his face pushing against it, seeking out that little vibrating ball and his wet, hot tongue. I wanted more. When he brought one hand between my legs to start massaging the folds of skin, he spread my lips down there gently and worked two fingers inside me.

He stretched me out, I was hot, wet, and I could feel the walls of my vagina spasming around his fingers. I moaned loudly, unable to stop myself from letting out sounds of pleasure as he worked my body into frenzy and my mind into complete mush. The wetness of his tongue mixed with his oral skills had me like putty in his hands. He took me over the edge of my first orgasm and I cried out loudly, unable to stop myself.

Rupert didn't stop there; he kept pushing against my clit as his fingers worked their magic. I was trying to pull away because it was too sensitive, or so I thought. He used his other hand to push on my butt to keep my clit pressed against his mouth and he drove me to a second orgasm that was harder than the first. I lost track after that. All I know is it felt like one large orgasm that just kept coming in waves and had me so I eventually was jerking away from him begging him to give my clit a rest for a minute.

Rupert was laughing when he pulled his head back to look at me. He stood up and grabbed me by the hair, and kissed me hard on my mouth. I could taste my juices on his tongue and lips and I was enthralled. I'd never had orgasms like that before and I hoped that one afternoon would be enough for me. He was the kind of man a woman would fantasize about for the rest of her life after an experience like this.

He had his right hand between my legs and cupped my mound. He was massaging it softly, but he finally left my poor swollen clit alone.