Slowly, he begins to untie the crisscrossed strapping on the back of my leather bodice. I am pleased when he doesn't take the easy way out and use the concealed side zip to undress me. Instead, his fingers brush repeatedly against my skin, as row after row of laces are loosened and then untied. A shiver licks across my back as the trails left by his fingers are raised by goose bumps. Sam’s long fingers move inside the loosened leather, reaching forward to cup the front of my breasts. He scrapes my nipples with the smoothed edge of his finger nails, sending erotically charged stimuli down my spine. If a man’s touch could be deadly, it would be Sam’s.

  Reaching up behind his neck, I lean back into the warmth of his body as he continues to cup my breasts with both hands. Filling his hands with my soft flesh perfectly. In the heated confines of my leather bodice his fingers splay out over my soft globes, massaging them, teasing my need for him, heightening my arousal.

  Back and forth he rubs my hardened nipples between the depths of his fingers. With every caress, another cell is livened in my body as the heat of arousal builds upon my skin, spreading its way down my limbs. With a small shudder, my body starts to weaken as it surrenders me into my climax. It’s a slow sensual release that slickens my pussy.

  Coming down from my dreamy orgasm induced haze, I open my eyes and find that I am still pressed into Sam’s chest. With my head lulled into the side of his neck, his arms are around my waist, holding me up. How long have we been standing there like that?

  I look around and notice that in the centre the room is a large circular frame, painted glossy black, with black strapping crisscrossing its way throughout. With wide, confused eyes, I look up to Sam for an explanation.

  “Welcome to the web,” he says, a little too huskily. He has been standing there, quietly watching me, take in the contraption before us. I focus my eyes back onto it…this…web.

  I reach out and touch the blackened metal frame. Its coolness is shocking to my body’s heated state. The web’s diameter is roughly two meters wide. It has large pivoting hinges at its sides that are supported on two a-frame legs. Velcro tailed lengths of strapping wrap around one side of the tubular edges, and are secured to the web with shiny silver bolts. The opposite side of the frame is covered in wide sections of Velcro tape, ready to grip the tail end of the straps. The dark, rubber like surfaces are surprisingly warm and pliable to touch.

  Maybe, it’s not as scary as it appears. I look towards Sam, his warm smile calms my nervousness, and now that he has my undivided attention, he begins to undress.

  He watches me, as I watch him.

  His rippled muscles flex across his arms as he pulls his white fitted t-shirt from the band of his dark coloured cargos. He crumples the hem under lean fingers, and starts to raise it away from his waist, edging his way slowly up to his chest. As soon as I glimpse the tuft of hair just above his belt line, my breath catches in my throat. I lick my suddenly parched lips, slowly and deliberately, making sure he sees me.

  I watch him, watching me.

  A sly smile breaches his mouth. Biting my lower lip, I run my eyes over his now naked torso, and up towards his shoulders, devouring him hungrily. He has one of the fittest bodies I have ever laid eyes upon. Thick muscles ripple down over his rib cage, melding tightly in to his abdomen and hips. His smooth skin, is honey brown with soft dark hair covering his chest, snaking its way down towards his waist. I close my eyes and happily sigh my appreciation.

  When I realise he has paused his undressing, waiting patiently for me, his hands are resting on his unclasped belt buckle…cowboy style. Smugness shining in his eyes. Only when he has my full attention, does he start to remove the black cargos he is wearing. I follow his tufted path downwards as he slides the pants slowly from his hips. My hunger for him goes in to lusty overdrive as his beautiful, man-scaped cock juts its release, standing gloriously to attention.

  I continue to appreciate Sam in all his uninhibited naked glory, as he stands before me with legs spread and hands on hips. My arousal grows, sending out a delighted quiver through my body. He truly is a beautiful specimen of a man, standing tall and strong, unwavering. The clouded glint in his eyes is giving nothing away of what he may be thinking. His legs are long and masculine, providing a strong foundation for the rest of his magnificent body. His chest and arms are equally as strong, with ridged veins disrupting the smooth surface of his flesh. His six-pack is defined beyond belief. I could look at him, and his Thor like body, all day long.

  “You like what you see, sweet girl?”

  A shiver of breathless heat radiating from my body is all the answer he needs. Without a second thought, I drop to my knees and take him deep into my mouth, opening wide, so I can fit him all in. His velvety smooth cock is incredibly hard, and while not overly long, it certainly has an impressive girth. Oh, how I love a good mouthful. He tastes even better than he looks. I reach around and grab onto his ass, my nails bite into his flesh as I hold him close to me. His fingers work their way into my hair. I suck his cock gently in and out of my mouth, and I am surprised when a harsh moan escapes his throat. Success so soon?

  He draws his lips up the inside of my leg, searching out the apex of my mound, tasting me, lapping my juices like a man dying of thirst. With soft kisses, he leaves a wet trail along the centre of my torso, as he seeks out my mouth. The scent of my earthy cum surrounds his lips, coating mine as he suckles on my tongue.

  Breaking away from a kiss that leaves us both breathless, Sam motions for me to stand on the small platform at the base of the web. As I step up, I notice that my overall height has increased by about a foot. With my extra height, I look down upon him, and only now can I appreciate his beautiful eyes. Their colour is a dreamy mix of light brown with a rim of golden green flecks, which twinkle when capturing the light. Framed by thick, dark lashes, the whole look is devastatingly handsome, and only enhances his bad boy appeal.

  I lean back against the strapping and its coolness catches me unaware.

  “Relax your body and remember to breathe,” he whispers into my ear. I expel the breath I have been holding, slowly releasing it along with some of the tension caught in my muscles.

  Sam glides his hands down the inside of my thighs, pushing them further apart. My wetness glistens on my skin in the sunlight. I feel his thumb rub over my clit, round and round, he caresses me to another gentle orgasm.

  I watch as he licks my cum from his fingers, and then raises them to my mouth, so that I too can taste my musky warmth.

  “Do you like to taste yourself, sweet girl?” I nod, intoxicated by his growly naughty talk. “You taste like fuckin’ heaven. I want to lay you down right now and suck you dry, but it wouldn’t be enough. Close your eyes.” His fingertips dance their way down my legs, positioning my ankles wide as he begins to tether me to the frame.

  By the time I am allowed to open my eyes I am fully secured to the web. Ribbons of warmth crisscross my body, aligning perfectly with the black strapping holding me in place. With a flick of his wrist, Sam pivots the web easily. I am now laying on my back, suspended in the air. I gasp, searching for Sam as I feel the prickle of panic creeping through my body.

  “You are safe, Skye. I will not allow you to fall.” Sam’s calm voice breaks through my irrational fear of falling that I have had all my life.

  With fingers testing the handholds in reach of my outstretched arms, I breathe in slow and deep, and relax into the soft rubber cradling my body, holding me tight, protecting me from a fall. It reminds me of lying on a trampoline, only I am naked…and wantonly splayed out like a Vitruvian woman!

  Upright once again, Sam is standing in front of me. He has a mischievous glint in his eyes – the arrogance of power and control emanates from his naked body. I stare at him and then lower my eyes to look at his cock. It stands incredibly hard, the wetness of my mouth still evident on the shiny head. He is so beautiful, especially in his aroused state, and yet I can’t touch him. I groan my displeasure, and he silences me with a stern look…that look!

  “Now I am going to pleasure you. You cannot, and will not, be allowed to touch me. You will only taste me when I allow it. When I want it. You will only be allowed to speak, if I ask something of you. Understood?”

  Without giving me any time to respond to his dictate, he latches hungrily onto my breast. I arch in to his mouth, straining my arms against the straps, desperate to connect my now cooled body with the warmth radiating from his. Teeth graze my nipples, nibbling the darkened pink blush of my tight little buds.

  He places his hands on my hips, digging his long fingers into my flesh, his vice like grip pulls me down against the strapping, and I feel the stretch go out along my body. I reach for the handholds, desperate to ease the tugging movement on my arms, as my body is controlled by the web.

  He rocks me back and forth against him, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit. The bulbous head of his shaft nestles tight within the heated confines of my inner lips, with no escape possible, or wanted. My orgasm is immediate, and I cry out as delicious spasms flow through me.

  I thrust my hips backwards, desperate to move away from the relentless pressure he is applying on my clit. My pussy lips are throbbing and swollen from my climax, my inner thighs are juiced and slick from my release. Closing my eyes, I can smell the sweet earthly scent of my sex as it coats the air around us. As Sam slows his thrusts to a gentle rocking, I slip into an erotic daze.

  A few minutes later I am roused by the wicked sensation of Sam cooling my body with ice. He begins his erotic torture by circling my tender mouth. Nerve endings scream out for mercy from the painful, soothing wetness, created by the slippery shard. Reaching up, his wet fingers cradle my face and he kisses me, sharing the melting ice between our mouths, in and out. In…and…out. I slurp up the cool liquid from around my lips, as he licks up the drips that have escaped my mouth and are running freely down my chin, and over my breasts.

  My nipples are the next to welcome his icy assault. The sudden shock of coldness makes them jut to attention, fast and hard. Livened by the coolness in my mouth and on my breasts, I am newly conscious of the heat I can feel blazing deep between my legs. A shiver slides its way over me, radiating outwards from the ice chilling my nipples. Pleasurable pain starts to hum through me, heightening my need.

  With our combined bodily heat melting the ice fast, he reaches for another cube and uses it to trail tiny circles from the hollow of my throat, slowly down between my breasts, and over my stomach to my mound. He cups between my legs with his hand, cradling the ice within his palm against my flushed outer lips, his cooled fingertips nestling above my opening.

  I bite my lip stifling a moan, enjoying the icy ache that is soothing the heat inside my pussy. He places a small piece directly onto my clit and closes my swollen lips over it. Melting ice starts to trickle inside of me, cooling my inner heat. I gasp, overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations warring inside my body, luring me into a euphoric awareness of my soul. Cool heat begins to flow along my inner thighs down towards my knees.

  I open my eyes and watch as Sam licks my wetness from his fingers, with long slow strokes of his tongue. Reaching up he devours my mouth with his, holding me captive in a one sided embrace. Oh, how I want to touch him too. Leaning forward into his body, I strain against the strapping and feel the burn as it bites into my skin. I strain harder, enjoying the bite even more.

  Sam steps away from the web and reaches for more ice. He stands there watching me, a sly smile forms upon his lips as he rolls the dripping cube between his fingertips. With a wink of his eye, he raises my right leg higher into a side stirrup, opening me up wide, and places the ice cube deep into my core. His fingers thrust inside me, roughly massaging the cube against my inner heat. Faster and faster he finger fucks me, lifting my body up and down as the strapping grasps for control of my body.

  As I start to buck into his hand, Sam drops to his knees and uses the tip of his tongue to flick my clit, softy at first, and then he sucks me savagely, biting my hood as I thrust uncontrollably into his mouth.

  “Damn it, Sam. Fuck me…please!” I beg him as tears of aroused frustration well in my eyes.

  Immediately Sam stops. I glare at him, groaning angrily through clenched teeth, fisting my hands at the side of the web, ready for a fight, not caring if I piss him off by breaking his rules. I pant noisily, gasping for more breath as every muscle in my body craves his touch. I need to be fucked hard by him. I need him to make me cum until I beg him to stop. And I need it now.

  “Untie me and fuck me. Now!” My body start to quiver and my teeth start to shudder as I yell at him. A powerful mix of anger and arousal seethes through me. If I wasn’t strapped down, he’d be flat on his back with me straddling him, riding him into oblivion, without a hope in hell at stopping me.

  “Quiet! He growls. “I did not say you could speak. If you speak again, I will put you over my knee and spank that pretty little ass until you are dripping wet, and then I will cum all over my welted handprints, and still not allow you your release.”

  I glare at him again, wanting to dare him… just try it, buddy. But knowing that if I did, he most definitely would.

  With his promise dowsing my anger like a bucket of cold water, I watch silently as he purposefully walks to the side of the room, and picks up a long padded bench, placing it long ways in front of me. I search his face for answers, wondering what he is going to do. I could definitely straddle him on that bench. Is he going to release me from my web of pleasure for some bench sex? Nah that would be too tame for him.

  In glorified nakedness he straddles the end of the bench, his cock struts high between his thighs, straight as a rod, hard as steel, his soft balls hanging delicately down beneath the padded seat. He watches me as I watch him. Those dreamy eyes are now level with my breasts, and I feel his breath blowing across my torso.

  I watch him, captivated by his naked beauty, as he purses his lips and gently blows warm softness over the goose bumps coating my skin. With heated palms he pushes my breasts together, flicking my stiffened buds gently with the hot moist tip of his tongue. He lingers his mouth over them, tracing a figure eight around my areolas before taking both my nipples in his warm, wet mouth, suckling on them together until I start to moan loudly.

  Feeling a trickle of panic brush my spine, I stare at him wide eyed, wondering if my moaning is the same as my speaking. My ass hopes not.

  “It’s ok, sweet girl. I want you to moan. I want to hear the effect I have on you. I want to hear your breathless incoherent ramblings when I make you cum. Don’t hold anything back from me.”

  Ah damn, if this man didn’t just get sexier.

  Taking his cock in hand, Sam begins to touch himself. His eyes never leave mine. Watching me, as I watch him stroke his lube covered shaft. Mmm, the chocolate scent of it fills the air. I focus on the sound of Sam fisting his slippery hard shaft. Slowly, he continues to move his hand from the base all the way up to the corona, where he holds himself tight, fingers squeezing the shiny blood engorged head.

  My eyes track up and down as I watch him fist his cock. I bite my lip in lieu of biting the only thing I want to right now - him. He strokes himself, faster and harder. With my panting breath keeping in time with his movements, I long to surrender to the knowing sensation peaking deep within my belly.

  Guttural grunts overtake Sam's raspy breath as his eyes squeeze tight, he bucks his seed in to his own fist and up onto his chest. The agony of climax distorts his handsome face. I close my eyes, allowing the vision before me to take me to my peak as an orgasm savagely flows through me.

  He slides his hands through the strapping, and down across the small of my back, cupping my ass, pulling my hips down upon the head of his cock, rubbing it against my mound. A frustrated groan escapes me. Deep in my womb a tingle starts to build, a flutter starts to flit. He presses his lips to mine once again, tongue gliding over my teeth before nibbling my lower lip, tasting the inside of me.

  Breaking away from his kiss, I rest my heavy head against the smooth hardness of his chest, enjoying him stroking the soft flesh of my buttocks. His fingers dig deep, kneading heat into my muscles. Ribbons of pressure seep through my skin and reach around to liven those wicked sensory nerve endings within my clit. My breath catches in my throat, and I struggle to swallow against the powerful rise of erotic stimuli, forming deep in the apex of my mound.

  Back and forth, up and down, his cock wedges into my inner lips. Their swollen slickness smoothing his entry with ease. I cry out and jolt my hips against him, desperate to take the tingling in my pussy to the highest of climatic heights. Harder and harder he moves against me, higher and higher I climb, almost there.

  I strain against the straps of my bondage, thrusting like a woman possessed against his cock, trying desperately to manoeuvre him inside of me. He doesn’t budge, his cock still wedged in the apex of my mound, prodding me with the ruddy bulb of its head. Fingers dig deep into my ass with every direct hit to my clit. I bite down on his lip, as I reach out to grab hold of my orgasm. Higher and higher I climb, the peak is just… there…

  “Not yet, sweet girl. I haven’t told you to cum, have I?” His words douse me, and my arousal, like a bucket of ice.

  If it wasn’t for the white hot anger flowing through my veins right now, I’d be chilled to the bone. My ragged breath is the only thing that keeps me from yelling the tirade of abuse flowing through my mind.

  Sam wheels the web along so that my breasts hover above his mouth. Slowly he rocks my chest back and forth, back…and…forth, so that my breasts swing gently over the tip of his tongue. I watch as my nipples harden even more, spurred on by the moistness of his feasting mouth. His shiny white teeth graze my areolas, with enough pressure that I feel the hum of painful pleasure begin to flow through me again. I close my eyes and surrender my body to him.

 

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