I’m moving so slow tonight, just watching the way the lamp light hits her skin while I guide her back against the pillows. she’s already breathing a little shallow. I put a hand on her chest right over her heart and just wait "breathe with me sweetheart, deep breath. in and out. there we go”I start with her wrists, looping the silk with a gently. I’m not rushing. I’m checking the fit, making sure it’s soft. I look her right in the eyes while I knot the first one to the headboard "you okay? not too tight?" she just nods her eyes wide and trusting. I love this part, the quiet before the storm. I move down to her ankles, pulling them wide to the footposts. I take my time here, smoothing the fabric against her skin. I lean over her, my hair brushing her shoulder as I whisper "stay still, you're doing so good for me" when she’s finally anchored, completely open and vulnerable. I just stay there for a second, hovering over her. I’m taking her in. the way she’s breathing, the way her pulse is jumping in her neck. she’s completely pinned, chest heaving, looking up at me like I’m the only thing in the room that matters. and god I love it. I love how much she belongs to me right now. I feel protective over her mixed with something much darker. I reach for the vibrator but I don't turn it on yet. I just rest it against her inner thigh "I’m gonna turn this on now okay?" I check in my thumb grazing her jaw. "It’s gonna be a lot but I’ve got you. you just focus on me. can you do that?" she whispers a yes and the second I click it into that low, steady hum, her hips shakes a little. I crawl over her, settling my knees on either side of her head. I’m pinning her shoulders down with my weight, basically creating this dark warm little tent where it’s just me and her. she’s trying to find some leverage, her wrists straining against the ties and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. "you’ve got a job to do" I tell her and I reach down to run my fingers through her hair tilting her face up so she has to look at me. "I want you to ignore everything that toy is doing to you and focus entirely on me. do you understand ?" she lets out this broken little whimper. "I didn't hear a yes, mommy” "yes... yes mommy" she sobs. the way she says it all shaky and desperate makes me want to ruin her "good girl. now use that mouth. show me how much you want this."
the contrast is actually insane. I’ve got the the toy hammering into her and then I’ve got the warm and wet heat of her mouth against me. It’s too much. every time she starts to get close, when her tongue gets frantic and her hips start bucking against the bed, I just tighten my grip on her hair and pull her back. I’m standing over her trying to keep my head on straightbut the way she’s working for me is making my brain go totally static. I love seeing her like this, short-circuiting between the overstimulation and the need to be a good girl for me. I can feel her getting close. she’s making these muffled needy sounds around me. I reach down and click the dial on the vibrator all the way up to the highest meanest setting. the sound is aggressive and her entire body just goes rigid. her back arches off the mattress so hard the bedframe creaks "don't you dare stop” I’m leaning over her now, my own breath shaky. "keep your mouth on me while you cum. I want to feel all of it” she’s sobbing into me now. I’m staring down at her, watching her pupils disappear and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. when her orgasm finally hits it’s violent. she’s shattering under me, every limb vibrating. her mouth still trying to follow my lead even though she clearly doesn't know what planet she’s on anymore. I stay right here, keeping her pinned. I don't want to move. it feels so good. I want to feel every last aftershock. I’m enjoying this way too much, the way she’s completely mine in this moment. finally, I lean down and brush some damp hair off her forehead. I’m breathless, my heart racing just as fast as hers. I whisper against her lips "look at you. absolutely ruined. you’re such a good girl for me."
the room is silent now, the only sound the faint drip of water from the faucet as I carry her into the bathroom. she’s completely limp in my arms. her head tucked into the crook of my neck. her breathing still shaky. I can feel the heat radiating off her skin. she’s red from her chest to her thighs, a map of everywhere I just was. I lower her into the warm water and she lets out this tiny, broken sound, just a sigh of pure relief as the weight of the night starts to wash off. she’s so non verbal she can’t even find her own balance, so I sit on the edge of the tub and keep one hand firmly on her shoulder. "I’ve got you baby" my voice soft and protective. "just breathe. you don't have to do anything else” i help her clean off. when I get to her wrists, I stop for a second, tracing the faint pink ghost of the silk restraints with my thumb. she flinches just a tiny bit, instinctively. I immediately lean down to press a lingering kiss to the inside of her arm "you did so well for me" I whisper against her skin. "I know it was a lot. I know you’re tired” I spend the next twenty minutes just taking care of her, washing her hair, rinsing the soap from her back. I carry her back to the bed, which I’ve already relayered with fresh new sheets. I tuck her in pulling the duvet up to her chin until she’s just a little bundle of damp hair and exhausted eyes. I lie down beside her, letting her crawl into my space she finally finds her voice "mommy?" "yes baby?" "don't untie me next time" i let out a quiet little laugh, kissing her forehead and pulling her even closer. "go to sleep, you brat. we'll talk about your next sentence in the morning. I hope you know what you just signed up for"
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