The Boy Scouts say to be prepared, but when they were teaching him to tie secure knots, this probably wasn’t quite what they had in mind. Even so, he tightened the rope, and the stood back to admire his own handiwork.
She frowned and pouted at him, struggling against the bonds, but finding them too tight. She couldn’t move now; she had to remain, spread-eagled on the bed, with each wrist and each ankle tied to a different bed post. He had stripped her naked as well, and now she lay there, naked, open and vulnerable, and completely in his power.
“What are you going to do?” she asked him, her voice tense.
“Shhh...” he replied, moving towards her. In his hand, he held her panties, a plain, black set. Nothing fancy or sexy, but practical. He balled it up in his fist and moved towards her, kneeling on the bed, and getting close to her. He could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in and out. He could have touched her, have grabbed her nipple between his fingers and teased her if he wanted. But he had other plans.
Reaching out, he pushed her panties against her pussy, gently pressing the fabric into her. She moaned a little, bucking her hips and protesting - “No, no, please stop...” - but he kept going until only one small part of the waistband hung out. He clamped his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply for a minute to drown our her protests, before pulling back.
His fingers moved to her clit. He pinched it lightly a few times, even flicked it very carefully once, alternating each time with soft, sensual rubbing. She was moaning louder and louder, almost begging him to continue when he suddenly moved away. When he came back, he was holding a thick black dildo, shaped like a cock, and a small vibrator.
Grabbing the waistband of the panties, he pulled them out of her pussy and inspected them.
“Definitely wet enough” he smirked, and leant over, pressing them into her mouth. Instantly, her own flavours filled her nose and mouth, and she whimpered, feeling horny and simultaneously even more vulnerable, as he stripped away the power of speech, as well as restricting her movement. Then, she heard a small buzzing, and pressure against her pussy.
Looking down, she saw him pressing the dildo into her, starting to slide it in, and then out again, only a few inches ever entering her. She moaned, crying out into the gag, wanting more. He chuckled at her, shaking his head, and pressed the vibrator against her clit for a second, then removed it.
It was like fire in her veins for a second, the sheer pleasure of that brief touch with the juddering toy in his hands. Any resistance she had had melted, and she was putty in his hands. Her first orgasm was already approaching rapidly, ready to fill her just as the dildo was.
It was going to be a long night.