Entering BDSM PART 5

He walks us over to the bed, where he sits on the edge. My bed isn’t as tall as his, so when he sits on the edge, it’s the perfect height to be able to suck his cock from a kneeling position. He reaches forward and takes a breast in each hand, squeezing them firmly and smiling when he pushes them together. When he moves them around, it also moves the ropes between my legs, stimulating my clit delightfully. “You’ve got perfect tits. Fucking perfect. Have you ever let anyone tit-fuck you?”

“No Sir, I haven’t.” I can see his head filling with ideas already.

He growls, then takes a nipple in his mouth, earning a throaty moan from me. He tweaks my other nipple between his fingers. “I could spend all night with these babies.”

“Mmmm, but right now is about you, Sir.”

He nods, “Very eager. I like it.”

“How are your arms?” He puts his hands on my hips and turns me around so he can take a look. He runs his hands down, caressing them gently.

“They’re fine, Sir. No numbness, no tinging, no pain.” He has me squeeze his fingers again. When he’s satisfied, he sits back up straight and turns me back around to face him.

“On your knees.” I quickly comply. As I kneel down, the ropes stimulate my clit, so I’m moaning shamelessly. My center of balance is a little bit off, since I don’t have my arms to balance me, so he holds my shoulders to keep me steady. He moves a foot between my knees and tells me “spread,” so I widen the distance between them until he tells me it’s enough. He tugs a little at the ropes to reward my quick obedience, and I whimper in response.

He looks down at me and cups a cheek with my hand. He pulls my hair out of its bun and it falls down around my face. It tickles my back and shoulders as it falls against my skin. “Okay, Princess, like I said before, the tip is a lot more sensitive than it would be if it were cut, so remember, gentle.” I have a feeling he’s had some rough blow jobs in the past.

“Yes, Sir.”

 BERNARD POV:

I’m ready to blow my load just looking at Emmae like this, arms bound behind her, gorgeous tits sticking out from her chest, aided by the positioning of her arms behind her. She’s gazing at my cock like it’s her last meal. She licks her lips again, which is not going to help my stamina. As much as I’d like to drag this out for myself, though, I can’t leave her tied up for long, given that she’s inexperienced. I’m so rock hard, my dick is sticking straight up from my lap. I spread my legs apart to give her some space to get closer.

I place my hand behind her neck to move her head closer to my cock. “Lick the shaft, like a dripping popsicle.” She angles her head and drags her tongue on the underside, from the base to the tip. She does it a few more times, and drops of pre-cum start oozing from my tip. I touch it to her lips and she instinctively moves her head so that she can spread it over her lips.

“Good girl. Now close your mouth over the head.” When she does, she uses her tongue and strokes me softly with it. “Fuck, that’s perfect. Just like that. Gentle.” She opens her mouth a little wider and takes more of me in, her tongue fluttering around the tip when she draws her head back, which I’ve never felt a woman do so delicately. It’s almost teasing but so fulfilling in the way it almost vibrates. I slap a palm to the bed and I’m unable to suppress the groan that comes out of me when she combines that with suction.

Emmae takes another inch in the next time she bobs her head down, and I feel the sensitive head of my cock touch the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly. The quivering of her throat muscles is heavenly. She looks up at me and bats her eyelashes, and she’s so fucking hot like this. She pulls her mouth back, and the sight of her lips stretching around my cock as she withdraws reminds me of the way her inner lips stretch around my cock when I’m fucking her.

She pulls back a little too far and my cock falls out of her mouth, and I almost chuckle at her frustrated groan. “Baby, keep going. You’re doing great.” She sticks her tongue out and draws me back into her mouth. This time she goes even deeper, and the sensation on the head of my cock makes me almost black out. She doesn’t even have all of me in her, but the soft warmth of her mouth around me is making it difficult to hold out.

She pulls out almost all the way, and swirls her tongue around the edge of the head, where the foreskin attaches to the head. The sensation is blissful and I’m fisting my hand into the sheets below me, tugging so hard I’m worried I might rip them.

“Fuck, Princess, just like that.” With her lips still wrapped around the head, she does that thing again where she flutters her tongue over the tip, only this time she’s more confident about it. While still being gentle enough not to hurt, she applies light suction, swirling her tongue over the tip again, then bobs her head down again. She gags again, a few times, and tears start forming in her eyes.

Concerned, I still her movements, “Hey, Princess, do you need a break?” Her facial expression becomes fierce as she hums a quick “mmm-mmm” and shakes her head slightly. I should know better than to ask, Emmae’s no quitter… She bobs her head again a few times, and it feels fucking fantastic, but I’m craving the shit she does with her tongue. I’m having trouble coming up with words at this point, so instead I pull her head up off my cock, just slightly, and manage to groan out “tongue, do the tongue thing again.” I’m praying I don’t have to describe which tongue thing, because the pleasure right now is blinding and my mind is almost blank.

But she knows what I mean. Fuck, she knows what I want. And she keeps doing it, her tongue laving over the head, then circling around the sensitive ring of inner foreskin. I keep encouraging her, because fuck this is good. “God… fuck… yes, that keep doing that. Goddammit, Princess, your tongue is fucking incredible.” And as if it couldn’t get any more powerful, she hums. Fucking hums. And I feel the vibrations rock throughout my entire fucking body. And while she’s humming she closes her eyes, which is a whole other level of erotic. As she moves, the knots on the ropes over her clit are stimulating her, which was their purpose. I had planned to be teasing her as a reward, but I’ve been so blissed out, I completely neglected the task, so I’m glad she’s figured it out on her own. She opens her eyes and gazes into mine, her mouth wrapped around my cock, arms bound behind her, very obviously in a world of her own pleasure, I feel my balls tighten up and I’m about to blow my load. She can sense it, and to answer the question in her eyes, I choke out “ON you, Princess, I want it on you, fuck, I want it all over you.”

She pulls her mouth off with a “pop” and leans her head back, baring the flesh of her neck. I didn’t even have to fucking tell her to do it, it’s as if she knew I wanted it on her neck. Don’t ask why, because I’m not sure, but it’s fucking perfect. I stand up and I finish myself off, ropes of my cum landing on her lips, her neck, and finally onto her glorious tits. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck… Fuck…” She lifts her head up, her hair falling around her face, and she drags her tongue over her lips, closing her eyes as she slowly licks my cum off of her swollen lips.   I stagger backwards and fall onto the bed because I can’t handle the view of an arm-bound Emmae, tits thrust out in front of her, nipples hardened like tiny little pebbles, tasting my cum that she’s wearing. I fling myself back on the bed and cover my eyes with my arm. “Fuck, Princess, just… fuck.”

“So that was good, then?” She asks. I would think she was being coy, but I look up at her face and she’s genuinely unsure of her skills.

“Yeah, Princess, it was fucking amazing.” She looks adorably proud of herself, and I can’t help but smile at her for it. I sit back up and raise my hand to cup her cheek. “You’re fucking amazing.”