I Can't Get No Satisfaction: Day Two B
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April 2 2014, 02:25:11 UTC
Part B
Daxen fought the visceral urge to pull away as she coiled the cord around his ankles, even twisting the silk between them in a figure-eight pattern so it would be harder for him to slip free. But Nelim didn’t leave it at that; once she’d tied his ankles together she took the two remaining ends of the rope and anchored him to the footboard too. Bound to each end of the bed so securely like that, there was no way he was going to get free without her help. And that had obviously been her intent.
You devious woman, you. He thought with a smile as he gave his new bindings a test tug.
“Now that’s just not fair.” He complained but didn’t really mean it. “I can’t move at all.”
Nelim twitched her mandibles into a smirk and, climbing onto the bed by his feet, looked pointedly between his hips and the erection that had somehow gotten firmer. “Your dick disagrees with you, love,” She said.
His wife walked her fingers up his legs, pausing for a moment to caress the thin skin behind his spurs and knees before moving to the highly sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. Nelim rubbed there in circles and other meaningless patterns, a faux massage to keep him wondering if she’d drop the act and grab his cock. She didn’t; although she did venture close to the bottom of his spread plates once or twice, giving that part of him a little contact for the barest of seconds. Without meaning to, Daxen found himself trying to pull his feet closer, as if he planned to get the leverage to…something, he wasn’t sure what. But in the meantime he felt his cock swelling even further as her fingers drifted closer to its base. Maybe being so completely helpless and at her mercy wasn’t a bad thing; it simply couldn’t be when he considered just how fast his heart was racing with anticipation.
When she suddenly stopped Daxen whined and pressed his face against his own arm to muffle the noise. How long is she going to play with me? He wondered with a small drop of dread. I don’t want to play…
“Nelim,” He began but she reached up and flattened her hand over his mouth.
“The only words I want to hear from you are please and more.” She grinned down at him, her mandibles widely flared with mischievousness. “Or better yet, I don’t want to hear anything from you at all.”
Daxen started to open his mouth to reply but she pushed his jaw shut gently.
“Not a word out of you, my love.” She warned, her subtones lilting and playful.
He felt a bit unsure but he nodded anyway. Nelim leaned down and gave him a light kiss on his foreplate and then on the mouth too. It ended far sooner than he would have liked and as she pulled away from him, Daxen strained his neck upward to keep it going. She actually giggled once and pushed on his chest to flatten him.
“Hmmm,” Nelim hummed thoughtfully. “Something is still missing…” She hopped down off the bed and went digging through the nightstand yet again. Daxen followed her with his eyes, wondering just what she was looking for, half afraid that it would be something he wouldn’t enjoy…half afraid that he would.
“This will do.”
He wasn’t sure he liked the sounds in her subharmonics, the tones of promise and devious pleasures. Daxen trilled to get her attention since she didn’t want him speaking.
“Close your eyes for me.”
He swallowed, nervous because he couldn’t see what she’d grabbed from that drawer, but did as Nelim told him. As he always did. Daxen’s trust for and in his wife was boundless…but he still startled when rough cloth brushed his face and then settled over his closed eyes. She soothed him with a touch under his chin and lifted his mouth up for another soft kiss. He could feel her looking down at him and he fought the impulse to squirm.
“I don’t have to blindfold you.” She said. “If you don’t want me to…?”
Daxen made another trilling sound, this one telling her to go ahead and do what she wanted. His willingness to play earned him yet another kiss and he lifted his head just a bit so that she could secure the blindfold around him and neatly under his fringe.
Daxen fought the visceral urge to pull away as she coiled the cord around his ankles, even twisting the silk between them in a figure-eight pattern so it would be harder for him to slip free. But Nelim didn’t leave it at that; once she’d tied his ankles together she took the two remaining ends of the rope and anchored him to the footboard too. Bound to each end of the bed so securely like that, there was no way he was going to get free without her help. And that had obviously been her intent.
You devious woman, you. He thought with a smile as he gave his new bindings a test tug.
“Now that’s just not fair.” He complained but didn’t really mean it. “I can’t move at all.”
Nelim twitched her mandibles into a smirk and, climbing onto the bed by his feet, looked pointedly between his hips and the erection that had somehow gotten firmer. “Your dick disagrees with you, love,” She said.
His wife walked her fingers up his legs, pausing for a moment to caress the thin skin behind his spurs and knees before moving to the highly sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. Nelim rubbed there in circles and other meaningless patterns, a faux massage to keep him wondering if she’d drop the act and grab his cock. She didn’t; although she did venture close to the bottom of his spread plates once or twice, giving that part of him a little contact for the barest of seconds. Without meaning to, Daxen found himself trying to pull his feet closer, as if he planned to get the leverage to…something, he wasn’t sure what. But in the meantime he felt his cock swelling even further as her fingers drifted closer to its base. Maybe being so completely helpless and at her mercy wasn’t a bad thing; it simply couldn’t be when he considered just how fast his heart was racing with anticipation.
When she suddenly stopped Daxen whined and pressed his face against his own arm to muffle the noise. How long is she going to play with me? He wondered with a small drop of dread. I don’t want to play…
“Nelim,” He began but she reached up and flattened her hand over his mouth.
“The only words I want to hear from you are please and more.” She grinned down at him, her mandibles widely flared with mischievousness. “Or better yet, I don’t want to hear anything from you at all.”
Daxen started to open his mouth to reply but she pushed his jaw shut gently.
“Not a word out of you, my love.” She warned, her subtones lilting and playful.
He felt a bit unsure but he nodded anyway. Nelim leaned down and gave him a light kiss on his foreplate and then on the mouth too. It ended far sooner than he would have liked and as she pulled away from him, Daxen strained his neck upward to keep it going. She actually giggled once and pushed on his chest to flatten him.
“Hmmm,” Nelim hummed thoughtfully. “Something is still missing…”
She hopped down off the bed and went digging through the nightstand yet again. Daxen followed her with his eyes, wondering just what she was looking for, half afraid that it would be something he wouldn’t enjoy…half afraid that he would.
“This will do.”
He wasn’t sure he liked the sounds in her subharmonics, the tones of promise and devious pleasures. Daxen trilled to get her attention since she didn’t want him speaking.
“Close your eyes for me.”
He swallowed, nervous because he couldn’t see what she’d grabbed from that drawer, but did as Nelim told him. As he always did. Daxen’s trust for and in his wife was boundless…but he still startled when rough cloth brushed his face and then settled over his closed eyes. She soothed him with a touch under his chin and lifted his mouth up for another soft kiss. He could feel her looking down at him and he fought the impulse to squirm.
“I don’t have to blindfold you.” She said. “If you don’t want me to…?”
Daxen made another trilling sound, this one telling her to go ahead and do what she wanted. His willingness to play earned him yet another kiss and he lifted his head just a bit so that she could secure the blindfold around him and neatly under his fringe.
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