@sweet-teeth-mfs Edie?! You came back for more? After what happened last time 😆... I hope you’re ready. Ps... I am not sorry.
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The red silk rope around your wrists is tight yet artistically gorgeous. He’s spent weeks practising, just for you. You’re on your knees with your head facedown in the pillows getting an eyeful of the delicate threads that rub your wrists. Your ass is up ready for him as you brace yourself for his onslaught.
You’ve been bad. Teasing him all day with pictures, filthy words and what you wanted to do to him. That wasn’t unusual though. What peeked his frustration was the voice messages of you pleasuring yourself. Each of them with laboured breathing, gasps of his name as well as those sweet hums you make when you’re enjoying his touch.
Hobi mounts the bed, positioning himself behind you. His nimble fingers tracing your curves. Running fingertips from your neck, down your spine before his other hand traces your inner thighs and over the curvature of your ass.
“Sweet-one. You’ve been bad.” His hand lands on your ass cheek. The sting vibrating through your body.
“I was in meetings all day.” His words are almost a growl. Rumbling with a slight addictive tone that’s getting you excited and he knows it. His one hand covered your arousal from it’s teasing touch, it’s so delicate that it’s contradictory to his other actions.
“Hard.” Another slap on your ass, right in the same place. The skin burning under his palm as he lays it flat on your cheek, ensuring his handprint remains.
“All thanks *slap* to those disgustingly delicious *slap* messages of yours.” His hand lands repeatedly on the same spot on your ass cheek. The sting overwhelming your body as he continues to toy with your pussy at the same time.
He smacks your ass one more time, so hard that your skin glows red. The marks show his fingers in great detail. The pain means you’ve long forgotten the pleasure between your thighs.
“Hobi. Stop. Please Stop.” He keeps toying with you. Poking at the red handprints on your ass as you jolt forward trying to avoid his touch.
“Hobi. TIME OUT.” He stops everything instantly.
“I’m sorry Sweet-one. Are you ok?” You nod your head in response, unable to move as you’re still bound to the bed frame.
“Do you want me to untie you? Do you want me to stop?” He asks attentively, waiting on your beck and call. If you say this is over he’ll stop immediately. “Tell me what you need Baby.”
“I’ll be ok in a sec.”
“You sure Baby?” Hobi’s hands begin to stroke your back, massaging the sting out of your muscles starting with your shoulder blades and working his way down your back.
You hum with his touch, every rotation of his thumbs until he’s massaging the red palm mark out of your ass cheek. Peering over your shoulder, he makes eye contact with you maintaining it as he lowers the tone of his voice.
“I’m sorry Baby,” He leans in, pressing his lips on the red hand mark, “let me kiss it better.”
You hum at his gentle touch not once breaking eye contact with him. The burning sting slowly melting away as Hobi closes his eyes, introducing his tongue like he’s licking the wound. “Better baby?”
You nod in response, not once letting him leave your sight.
His fingers return to your thighs, gently massaging them as he leans back on his heels. Hobi’s thumbs working the sensitive skin on the inside as he works his way up to your core, but not once touching, teasing you like your messages did all day.
You face forward once more focusing on the artistry that went into the knots around your wrists. He lowers his head once more, working his lips on your thighs getting an eyeful of your glistening sex. Pressing higher and higher. Your lips hushed and panting with every press in anticipation. The time between each press feeling like hours. Until he presses the gentlest kiss to your clit, making you gasp out loud.
“Do you want me to stop Sweet-one?”
“No Hobi. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!”
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