reaper2point0 | RP Locked to lost_la

"Now we'll have to wait a moment while some extra things arrive," she told him in a low purr. "So in the meantime, I'll just make use of these other two ropes and fasten your legs. I'd hate for any sudden movements to disrupt anything." She leaned down and kissed him again before climbing off him and moving to the foot of the bed, making quick work of finishing up securing him, spreadeagled, to the foot posts.

"Damn fine example, you are," she told him appreciatively, her eyes taking in the delicious sight and wishing for a moment Athenea was around. It would have been interesting to silently introduce her to the scene, and Eve smiled to herself as she tucked that thought away for later. She reached out and at random spots along his legs and thighs alternated between delicate touches of her fingertips and then light scratches of her nails in a different place.

With each touch, each sound, his cock grew harder and harder until he felt certain it would burst and still Eve teased him. The inside of his mouth was bloody from biting down to keep from begging and she hadn't even started yet. The woman was going to drive him completely insane, he thought.

Finally he gave up on silence, needing some relief even if it was only the sound of his own voice. He began moaning, softly at first, but then louder and he knew it was only a matter of time before he was begging.

"That's it, baby," she purred, encouraging him. "Feel it, let it out." She moved silently around the bed,standing clear of it so there was no indication where she was as she continued scattering the delicate touches and light scratches to different areas of his body, moving from chest, to abdomen, then suddenly the soft sensitive skin of the inside of his upper arm, then back down to the other hip. It continued till there was only one area that hadn't been touched.

As her left hand delivered a few more tickling touches to his torse she reached her other hand out and lightly tickled his scrotum, the soft silky wrinkled skin expanding as if brought to life. His cock was upright and rigid, beads of precum already pooled on his belly.

As the light touch on his balls, John arched up as far as the ropes would allow. "Aaahhh." His strangled cry rang out loudly to his own ears as a hot jolt of electricity seemed to flood through him from his balls all over his body and back again. When his body relaxed again he lay back trembling with the aftermath of the near orgasmic rush. "Fuck." He gasped quietly.

A smile silently curled the corners of her mouth as her eyes glittered with delight. "Mmmm, so beautifully responsive," she told him, reaching up to trail a finger lightly around the dark skin of his nipple. Just then she heard the knock at the door of the suite. "Don't go away," she murmured across his lips as she bent down and kissed him before turning and walking out of the room.

Out in the lounge room she donned the robe and fastened the sash, running her fingers through her hair as she walked across to the door and opened it, letting the waiter bring the tray in, covered in small dishes each with its own cover. "On the table will be fine, thanks," she told him brightly. Soon the second breakfast trolley was being wheeled out after the table had been cleared of plates and cutlery, and the waiter, courteous smile on his face, was leaving, with trolley and a tip.

Picking up the tray she walked back into the bedroom, placing the tray on the side of the bed.

He knew she had only been gone for a few short minutes but it felt as though he lay in the dark for an hour every nerve ending in his body thrumming in time with his heart beat. He could hear the soft whisper of her body moving as she walked back into the room and the tense anticipation heightened yet again. He felt as though he was on a hair trigger and the least breath or touch would send he over the edge into a mind numbing orgasm.

She was pleased, and impressed to see he was still as erect and hard as when she went to answer the door. "Miss me?" she asked as she knelt on the other side of the bed, still wearing the robe but sitting so she wasn't touching him.

He opened his mouth to say yes but the moment he did the primal part of his brain took over. "Fuck me, baby. Please fuck me." He clamped his mouth shut, cursing himself inwardly for giving in this early in the game.

His response surprised her to the point she stopped in her tracks, looking up at his face. She returned her gaze to the tray, and quickly considered what she had there, and what he'd asked. After only a moment's thought she decided she'd give him exactly what he asked for and laughed softly.

"Such an outburst would normally get you a longer wait," she drawled playfully as she reached over to the drawer in the nightstand where the condoms were kept and pulled some out, along with the lube. As she sat back on her heels again on the huge bed she dropped them onto the bedclothes at his hip, stripped off her robe and let it fall down to the floor and repositioned herself between his spread thighs.

He heard the drawer and knew she was reaching for condoms, then the whisper of the robe sliding from her body and her heat between his spread legs, near enough to feel but not to touch, without a conscious thought he tried to bring his legs closer together so he could touch her skin. She had tied him with too little leeway for that so he lay back, feeling his muscles quiver with anticiaption and his cock twitch at the thought of being buried inside her. "Please." he nearly whimpered.

She chuckled softly at his plaintive tone, eyes darting down to his straining cock. She tore open one of the condoms and reached over to the tray, lifting one of the covers off a plate. Another condom was opened and and she reached for the lube, smearing it along the second sheath, now around her fingers. She shuffled forward, her free hand reaching for his scrotum, gathering it up and rolling the contents in her palm. Just as his body started te relax after reacting to that she lowered her head dragged her tongue across the plump, leaking head of his cock.

As she palmed his balls, John tried and failed to bite back a groan as a jolt of almost electric sensation shot through him. Just as he regained some small amount of control the feel of her tongue dragging slowly over the head of his cock sent flames licking up and down his frame. His body trembled as he fought the desire to thrust his way into her mouth. "God." He gasped. "Eve...more..."

"More?" she teased, tracing the vein that ran the length of the underside of his cock with the tip of her tongue. She huffed a breath across the wet head and damp strip, her fingers tugging the swelling sac out. One finger stretched out and massaged up and down the perineum.

"Let's see just how much more, hmmm?" she purred, her knees nudging into his thighs, pressing them further apart as she leaned down and again took the head only into her mouth and sucked on it. Just the taste of his precum made her humm appreciatively in her throat, sending the vibrations straight into his cock, her tongue swirling around the head before teasing the slit mercilessly.

The fire Eve's finger set off stroking the sensitive patch of skin was nothing compared to the consuming blaze her wicked tongue started, digging into the slit in the head of his cock. John groaned at the sensations not realizing he was pulling the ropes that bound his hands until he heard the wood of the bed frame creaking.

Her eyes darted up at the sounds of the wood creaking, first to the posts themselves then down the ropes and his arms. Again this display of strength made her even more intrigued, but even more so it fired her excitement at being able to have this control over him. It wasn't dissimilar to the thrill she felt when flying, expecially right on the edge, and the adrenaline that started coursing through her added to the anticipation of finding out more about everything about him.

"Now, now, no cheating," she told him, letting his cock bob free for a moment as she let her hair lightly drag across the skin of one hip, her teeth then grazing against the bone of the other.

With even more focus she applied her finger tips to stroking along the ridge of skin that led down to the muscled opening further down. Passing across it, maintaining the same pressure to the puckered skin, her fingers massaged around it without attempting to press inside.

Again she dragged her tongue up the length that was justting up, rigid, before teasingly starting up the suction then lathing of his cock as a distraction.

Willing his arms and hands to relax, John took a deep breath which quickly shattered into a gasping growl of pure desire as her finger moved lower and her mouth returned to it's sweet torment of his aching length. This was everything he had imagined being at her mercy would be and more, every sense was heightened and his skin's sensitivity seemed to have increased ten times over. The blood was pounding in his veins and every muscle was taut with anticipation of what this tempting siren would do next.

She matched his growl with one of her own, the combined sounds sending shivers through her. Again letting his cock bob freely she lowered her lips till they were drawing the swollen sac between his thighs into her mouth. Beneath her chin her fingers plied their way along the ridge, increasing the pressure as they passed across the ring of muscle, massaging and teasing it. She brought her other finger, covered in a condom and lube and warmed by her body, up to the entrance, pressing the tip against it and holding it there.

At the pressure from her finger, John's hips flexed and he groaned. "Fuck...baby."

"I'm on it," she told him with a husky laugh, her mouth now empty. "Just need to make sure you're really deserving this," she addd throatily. The pressure increased and the tip of her finger passed the outer ring, stopping before breaching the inner one to tease and massage the area more thoroughly. "Only very special treatment for those who really deserve it." The tip of her tongue again teased at the spot she'd aleady discovered on his cock, just at the base of the head, that was very responsive.

The penetration burned, but it was an amazingly sweet pain, bringing his blood to the boiling point and melting away his ability to think beyond 'oh holy fucking Christ!. Just when he had decided things couldn't get any hotter without him exploding, Eve began running her tongue under the head of his cock, back and forth across the one spot guaranteed to drive him wild. The growl that rumbled out him probably rattled window panes a block away.

Her eyes remained focused on his face as she teased him, her sense of touch telling her exactly the affect this was having on him. Muscles that had been tight were easing, slowly, as she twisted and worked her finger around, massaging, and smoothing away the tension. "That's the boy," she purred as his growl petered out. Her words huffed breath across his wet head. "I'm going to take you places you never knew existed, in ways you'll never want to forget." As she readied him more she made sure he was distracted, the two fingertips now rubbing together against the openng and enering as her mouth descended on his cock again.

"Won't be long now," she added, lifting her mouth from him for a moment before grazing her teeth lightly across the head, sorely tempted to nip but resisting for the moment.

Johm had no doubt at all that Eve could make good on her promise as he felt her teeth graze over him. "G..god." He groaned. "You're d..driving me...crazy...don't...stop."

This time she laughed, a low, throaty sound. "I have absolutely no intention of stopping," she told him assuredly. As she worked her fingers into him, the first knuckle slipping inside, she wrapped her other fingers around the base of his cock and squeezed, then slid them up the shaft.

Her own wetnes was evident as she straightened a little, moving her free hand down between her thighs. She slid two fingers inside easily, getting them wet with her juices before withdrawing them and wrapping them around his cock, the wetness making her fingers slip more easily along the thick length.

He quickly identified the wetness on his cock by the smell and smiled to himself. Her voice may not show it, but Eve was definitely getting off on this. The fingers pressing into him weren't exactly comfortable, but his body didn't care as they seemed to draw them in. Caught between the twin sensations all he could do was pant and writhe hoping for more. He had a feeling She wasn't gonna stop with a little prostate tickle and a blow job, but frankly at this point he wanted whatever she decided to do to him. "Eve..." He gasped. "More...please." Screw not begging, if she wanted at this point he'd crawl naked across the lobby wearing a fucking dog collar just to lick her shoes.

"More?" she asked, arching her eyebrow as she grinned broadly. She kneaded his cock, squeezing and pulling him in long steady strokes. "More what, babe?"

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