Exposed part 2 #masturbationmonday



This is part 2 – I would recommend you read part 1 before you read this.

Exposed part 2

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She felt suspended in the moment.

It was inevitable, she supposed, that she would end up here, like this. She felt awkward and tense, like an interloper, a clueless one at that, but she couldn’t deny her arousal.

She wasn’t surprised by these feelings; even her fantasies contained hushed embarrassment and notes of fear. The reality was far sharper, the fear a visceral reaction running through her body.

It was his words that had brought her here.

They had been reassuring, caring, kind enough to dampen the fear and tempting enough for her to release her desire, twisting and turning until it found a way through the tight cords of the knot inside her.

He walked back into the room, the glow from the lamp warming the skin of his gorgeous muscled torso. Loose black trousers fell from lean hips. She liked how he moved – lithe and powerful. Her eyes were quickly tugged and held by the black rope in his hands. It was wound neatly, looked quite utilitarian coiled so carefully, but she felt the weight of it when he dropped it onto the table.

Her skin began to hum in response, hungry to feel the pressure, the tight unyielding hold of it.

“We will begin slowly. Tonight, I will give you a taste of the rope – so you can determine if it’s what you truly want. Remove your clothes. I would prefer you to be naked, but you can leave your underwear on if you need to.”

She did as instructed, needing the final barrier of her underwear to remain. Feeling vulnerable, trying to read his gaze, she wanted to know how he saw her.

“You’re beautiful, Grace – everything I imagined.”

His words stroked her fragile heart, finding the loose ends of the knot, gently rolling the frayed strands. Her arms hanging loosely by her sides, she exhaled: a long, lovely release of tension.

Her heart rate accelerated, a pounding beat that she felt throughout her body. He came towards her, pulling the ends so it unravelled, letting it fall to the floor while he held the ends together. She couldn’t take her eyes off it, desperate to know what it would feel like but fearing it all the same.

“I want you to cross your arms behind your back, your forearms parallel to each other. I’m going to bind them together. The rope will go up your back and around your shoulders, crossing below and above your breasts as well. Ok?”

“Yes.” She replied softly.

Yes! Please do it, I want it, I want to be bound tight, held together with the rope.

Stepping behind her, he waited for her to position her arms correctly. Then she felt him place the rope around her wrists. The initial contact, the roughness of the rope made her jump slightly, even though she was expecting it. She felt so ridiculously gauche – what must he think of her?

“Relax, Grace. Just let yourself be.”

He pressed himself close to her back and wrapped his arms around her. “Breath with me.”

She felt his chest expand and contract, closed her eyes and felt the rhythm of his breathing against her neck. She breathed in when he did, exhaling the same. After a while she found herself drifting, concentrating on the beating of her pulse, the expansion of her lungs instead of his movements.

The rope came up her back from her tied wrists and passed over her arm to loop around the front of her body, moving across the top of her breasts; a straight line that wrapped around her body twice, pinning her arms to her side.

The rope felt like the earth, rough and strong; she could see the strands braided together like vines and wondered how it almost felt alive as it wound around her.

Her body felt light, she thought she might float away until he tugged the rope, tightened a knot, holding her to the ground.

Her breasts thrust out in response as she felt him create a knot in the centre of her back between her shoulder blades, a delicious pressure point against her spine. He passed the rope between her arm and her body, weaving on the loom, in and out, winding and crossing until her arms were completely bound and her breasts were framed by the rope.

Her legs were braced apart, her balance strangely uncertain with her arms bound as they were. She felt his hands leave the rope and stroke over the curve of her hips; sweeping round her body, following the line of her knickers until his fingers dipped into the lace. Down until they wove through her pubic hair, curling and twisting, sliding low to feel her arousal, a slippery warmth – a beacon to be followed.

She held her breath as he rubbed and circled her clit for the first time. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, a moan released from her throat. The elegant line an enticement for his lips and tongue. She closed her eyes, lost in the embrace of the rope, the wet warmth of his tongue on her skin.

“Bend over the table, Grace.”

Turning her face, she laid her hot cheek against the cool, varnished wood; felt his hot hands rip her knickers down until he tapped her ankles to step out of them.

Her breath caught as he kicked her legs wide, leaving her exposed and greedy. His hands squeezed and moved her bottom, pulling her cheeks apart for his mouth. The first soft lap had her flexing her bound hands and pressing her breasts against the table. Her swollen, aching flesh wept.

“Please…” She whispered.

She couldn’t think clearly, but she didn’t need to. The rope held her together, so she could let go of the knot inside her. She felt it unwind with every stroke of his tongue – each dip and push, pull and rise, until it was a loose coil, undone.

She pushed herself towards his mouth, unable to get enough, desperate for more. More tongue, more friction, more pressure. All of it. Every last bit that he could give her.

She needed it – oh god – it had to be now. No more waiting. Please!

She gasped as his mouth left her, moaned as his fingers pushed inside her. He set a demanding rhythm: hard and fast, filling and stretching her tight flesh.

Her nipples rubbed against the table, her arms strained against the rope. She felt the heat start between her legs. His other hand had moved round to rub her clit and she bit down on her lip as the tension built in her body.

On tip toes she reached for it, feeling the orgasm bloom low down in her abdomen.

“It’s there, Grace. Let it go now.”

She cried out in frustration. It was locked tight and she didn’t know how to release it.

Then his open hand came down hard on her bottom; the pain distracted her, the burn entranced her. Again and again he smacked her until the heat on her skin permeated her flesh, down and around, seeping into her pussy and her clit, making her clench tight around his fingers. This only compounded the ache, pushing her over the edge until she felt it burst out of her.

She cried out again, but this time it was an explosion of tension. Her body, held so tight for so long, snapped loose like a taut sail suddenly untied.

She felt the rope in that final moment, holding her wrists, circling her arms, across her chest and she had never felt so free.

I fought with this story, a proper scrap – words were said, the air was blue, laptops were nearly thrown.

Writing is not always easy – sometimes it’s more WWF than anything vaguely intellectual!!!

Hope you enjoyed it!

As always, thanks for reading. Check out Kayla Lords’ site for the rest of the Masturbation Monday posts. They’re always hot and well worth a read.

Rebecca x

Tease – #masturbationmonday



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The rope feels delicious on her skin; rough against her softness. Every movement sends shocks of pleasure between her legs – the abrasion only emphasising her excitement.

Bound and spread open, she is on display for him. Her eyes are closed as instructed. She loves knowing he can see all of her, nothing is hidden. Every fold of her pussy, every drop of her honey is there for him to see.

Her arms are stretched out to the side; her legs bent and open wide. All of her restrained and ready for him. She cannot help the pulse of her hips. She is searching for that first touch.

Desperate for it, for him.

“Please!” She whispers.

She hears him move to the bottom of the bed. He has been sat in a chair for what feels like an hour. Watching her, taking in her body bound in his ropes. She knows he will have planned and visualised exactly what he will do to her.

His patience and control are extraordinary, but right now she is frantically hoping that he puts her out of her misery soon.

She turns her head but keeps her eyes closed as she senses him move to the side of the bed. She feels the light sheen of sweat on her skin. Her panting breaths seem so loud in the quiet room.

His big hand gently cups the side of her face. His thumb softly tracing her lips.

“Open.” His voice is low.

She licks her lips and opens her mouth. His thumb slides in. She sucks and licks greedily, enjoying the saltiness of his skin; wanting any form of penetration that she can get.

She aches, her breasts want to be squeezed, slapped, sucked. Her pussy needs to be taken and fucked.

Anything! Jesus just touch me, please.

He withdraws his thumb from her mouth, lifting her head as he pushes a pillow underneath her. She feels him move onto the bed between her legs and place his hands on her open thighs.

“Open your eyes.”

She blinks a few times to focus on him. He is gloriously naked. The muscles in his arms tense and clearly defined. His thick, hard cock strains towards his stomach looking flushed and more than ready.

His heated gaze is locked on hers.

“I want you to watch.”

She nods, holding her breath as he takes hold of his beautiful cock.

He plants his knees wide apart, so close they push against her legs, forcing them a little wider.

He guides the head of his cock to her smooth pussy and lightly presses and rubs her clit; over and around, up and down. Even that slight pressure makes her whimper and thrust towards him. The sight of his cock on her pussy is driving her insane. He thrusts back and forth, maintaining the contact, the friction just enough to keep her on edge. The rosy head of his cock glistening now with her juices.

“Oh god!” She moans.

His cock feels so good. It slides up and down her pussy. Nudging apart her folds, it torments and tantalises her. Never quite giving her enough. Teasing her beyond measure.

“More, please!”

A small smile lifts the side of his mouth.

He places his hand on her ass cheek, his thumb on his cock pushing it down onto her pussy as he thrusts up towards her clit. The added pressure makes them both gasp. She sees his jaw clench and knows he is close now.

So close to giving her what she needs.

“Fuck! That feels so good.” He grinds out.

His eyes squeeze shut as his head falls back on his shoulders.

He is torturing them both.

He opens his eyes and raises his head to look at her. He concentrates the pressure of his cock on the most sensitive part of her clit. The burn builds until her back arches and she begins to pull against her restraints. Gasping and whimpering. His thumb presses his cock down over and over again as he thrusts over that exquisite bundle of nerves.

“Watch my cock.” He demands.

She makes herself open her eyes.

The light sweat on his body only highlights his beauty. The muscles taut and strained now; she wants to watch his climax as much as she wants her own.

“I’m going to mark you with my come. Make this pussy mine.”

“Yes!” She wants that more than her next ragged breath.

His movements become frantic, rubbing and thrusting against her drenched pussy.

Her clit is on fire. So close now.

Suddenly he pulls back slightly fisting his cock. She watches intently as his whole body tenses. His muscles flexed and working. His cock fucking his fist, hard and fast. Wanting it, straining for it.

Finally his come shoots out onto her pussy. The warm wetness making her tingle and pulse. Over and over his come spurts onto her skin. She feels it run down between her ass cheeks as his body shudders and shakes in the last moments of his petite mort.

Her breathing is rapid and out of control. She feels frenzied and desperate. Her head and shoulders lift off the pillow then slam back down.

“Now! Please, god, now!” She begs.

One of his hands goes straight to her clit, rubbing and stroking his come all over. He takes two fingers from the other and thrusts into her wet pussy. He sets a hard fast beat. Unrelenting agonising pleasure builds in her. She watches his hands on and inside her body. Silently urging them on, needing the burning release that is so close.

“Give it to me, baby. Right now!”

She lets out an inarticulate wail, sobbing and thrashing her head from side to side as her orgasm bursts through her. Her back arches, every single muscle and tendon tight and stretched. The ropes anchor her, letting the pleasure flow through her body. Every inch of her tingling and flooded with life, with her need for him.

His fingers continue to move inside her, teasing every last drop out of her swollen, pulsing pussy. She finally relaxes back into the bed gradually loosening her grip on the rope.

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