marauder13
a lecherous old bastard
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Shane loved the way that Lilly could make herself look like she was the complete virgin, physically and mentally, even after doing something that proved she was far from being a virgin. He was still having delightful shivering aftershocks from the blowjob she had given him. But it was the first time she had given one with her hands bound behind her back, and that made her fall back to being virgin Lilly again.
He smiled broadly when she admitted to enjoying the spanking, and he filed that one away for future enjoyment for when she was a naughty gal, or needed to be a naughtier gal. He was amused to see her again slip into Virgin Lilly yet again. The shy, demure woman who was nervous, but still a little intrigued by the salacious topic being discussed, as if he was teasing the poor straight laced virtuous maiden who he was about to kiss about where that kiss would eventually lead.
“It’s scary, Shane, but so exciting. The thought that I can trust you so much to do this is such a huge turn on.”
"Two things a dominant loves to hear from their submissive." She laid her self down, the trust clear to him in her eyes and her posture. He glowed with the love he felt for her, thanking her with his smile. Seeing her squirm made him grow harder again, quicker than normal. She lifted her hips, showing her pussy and how soaked it was already.
“Look what you do to me, Shane. This is all because of you. This is all for you, too. No other man will ever have this but you."
"Wow. That's the best thank you I could have ever got from anyone, Lilly." He walked over to the top of the bed, tying the rope to one of her wrists, ensuring it was firm enough for her hand not to slip out, but not cutting off any blood flow. He pulled the rope through the bed head so her arm was restricted in movement. She could bend it a bit, and stretch it, but little else. He took the remainder of the rope to the other side of the bed head, and secured her other wrist in a similar manner. He grabbed the knife, and taped the blade to the bed head so she could reach the handle with effort.
"If I happen to be unable to release you, you will be able to release yourself. I'm not planning on leaving you tied up in here alone. But, anything can happen."
He tied Lilly's ankles the same was as her wrists, with the same checks for firmness. Once he was happy she was secured to his satisfaction, his smile took on a more sinister appearance.
"Now, Mrs Patterson, it appears that I have you right where I want you. Naked, on my bed, incapable of stopping me from doing whatever I want to you. My, my, isn't this going to be so much fun."
Shane sauntered up the edge of the bed, letting a fingernail lightly graze the inside of her closest leg. From just above the ankle binding, all the way up the inner calf, across the slight bulge of her knee and onto the softer flesh of her inner thigh, Shane's nail tortuously wound it's way ever closer to her pleasure core. But it never reached there.
He lifted the offending digit, lowering it with precision onto the skin of her torso, just above the soft, downy hair near her sex, and trailed the devilish nail up the centre of her body, circumnavigating her navel before trekking the valley between her breasts to stop at the base of her throat.
"You're all wet now, and I haven't even started yet. I wonder how bad you'll be by the time I'm finished." He used his finger to tease her lips, brushing them enough to be felt, long enough to make contact but to escape before she could trap them between her lips or teeth. "Oh, no, my little captive. My mouth will capture. My teeth with bite," his teeth clacked together on the 't' sound, "my tongue with taste. You may beg, even plead. I may, if I feel so moved, may even give you what you seek. But probably not. Unless, you're a very, very good woman."
He went back to the apex of her legs, and with the tip of his middle finger, he ran it the length of her slit, just inside her hot, fleshy lips. When he pulled his finger away, it was very damp. He smiled wickedly as he knelt down beside her chest, smearing her nipple with the hot juices. He locked his gaze on hers, and blew softly across the damp nipple. He was able to keep from smiling as he did, but the stuttering of his breath from the laugh just added another level to the cooling effect he was aiming for. He kept going until he felt that the nipple was sufficiently dry.
"Did you like that?"
He smiled broadly when she admitted to enjoying the spanking, and he filed that one away for future enjoyment for when she was a naughty gal, or needed to be a naughtier gal. He was amused to see her again slip into Virgin Lilly yet again. The shy, demure woman who was nervous, but still a little intrigued by the salacious topic being discussed, as if he was teasing the poor straight laced virtuous maiden who he was about to kiss about where that kiss would eventually lead.
“It’s scary, Shane, but so exciting. The thought that I can trust you so much to do this is such a huge turn on.”
"Two things a dominant loves to hear from their submissive." She laid her self down, the trust clear to him in her eyes and her posture. He glowed with the love he felt for her, thanking her with his smile. Seeing her squirm made him grow harder again, quicker than normal. She lifted her hips, showing her pussy and how soaked it was already.
“Look what you do to me, Shane. This is all because of you. This is all for you, too. No other man will ever have this but you."
"Wow. That's the best thank you I could have ever got from anyone, Lilly." He walked over to the top of the bed, tying the rope to one of her wrists, ensuring it was firm enough for her hand not to slip out, but not cutting off any blood flow. He pulled the rope through the bed head so her arm was restricted in movement. She could bend it a bit, and stretch it, but little else. He took the remainder of the rope to the other side of the bed head, and secured her other wrist in a similar manner. He grabbed the knife, and taped the blade to the bed head so she could reach the handle with effort.
"If I happen to be unable to release you, you will be able to release yourself. I'm not planning on leaving you tied up in here alone. But, anything can happen."
He tied Lilly's ankles the same was as her wrists, with the same checks for firmness. Once he was happy she was secured to his satisfaction, his smile took on a more sinister appearance.
"Now, Mrs Patterson, it appears that I have you right where I want you. Naked, on my bed, incapable of stopping me from doing whatever I want to you. My, my, isn't this going to be so much fun."
Shane sauntered up the edge of the bed, letting a fingernail lightly graze the inside of her closest leg. From just above the ankle binding, all the way up the inner calf, across the slight bulge of her knee and onto the softer flesh of her inner thigh, Shane's nail tortuously wound it's way ever closer to her pleasure core. But it never reached there.
He lifted the offending digit, lowering it with precision onto the skin of her torso, just above the soft, downy hair near her sex, and trailed the devilish nail up the centre of her body, circumnavigating her navel before trekking the valley between her breasts to stop at the base of her throat.
"You're all wet now, and I haven't even started yet. I wonder how bad you'll be by the time I'm finished." He used his finger to tease her lips, brushing them enough to be felt, long enough to make contact but to escape before she could trap them between her lips or teeth. "Oh, no, my little captive. My mouth will capture. My teeth with bite," his teeth clacked together on the 't' sound, "my tongue with taste. You may beg, even plead. I may, if I feel so moved, may even give you what you seek. But probably not. Unless, you're a very, very good woman."
He went back to the apex of her legs, and with the tip of his middle finger, he ran it the length of her slit, just inside her hot, fleshy lips. When he pulled his finger away, it was very damp. He smiled wickedly as he knelt down beside her chest, smearing her nipple with the hot juices. He locked his gaze on hers, and blew softly across the damp nipple. He was able to keep from smiling as he did, but the stuttering of his breath from the laugh just added another level to the cooling effect he was aiming for. He kept going until he felt that the nipple was sufficiently dry.
"Did you like that?"