The Executive Part 2

Reading Time: 6 minutes Over and over on the audio, as a heavy bass line and beat loop. You sit there, slightly out of breath. Halfway slumped on the couch in only heels with your legs crossed. As I walk back in with water, you point your toe, stretching your leg. I am now shirtless, smirking at you. As I hand you the water, I smile a little bigger and raise my hand. Knuckles bent, I spread my two fingers like tiny legs. You smile with amusement and mirror my movements with your actual legs, spreading them wide. I say calmly. Spreading your legs slightly wider. I say as I tilt my head forward, gazing deep into your eyes with a mischievous grin. Something about this gaze was different. More intense. Striking a hint of fear into you but quickly being super ceded by a wave of desire. Something in him, maybe some pheromone, was being emitted. Regardless, you feel an almost animalistic vibe, like a hungry wolf. You feel the desire become more intense. I approach, taking what’s mine. I cradle one of your legs in my hand and slide it onto my shoulder. I grab your hair with the other hand, causing your head to tilt upward from the tension. As I grip your hair, you open your lips slightly and exhale a small deep moan. After much anticipation, you feel me slide into you. This time even deeper than before. You feel my cock hitting you in the perfect spot. Hitting your g-spot over and over. You feel such intense pressure and feel as though you may cum. You know exactly what I love to hear. You know I love making you cum so hard and feeling you drip down my cock as I continue to fuck you. After some time of this, I gradually slow my thrust. Each one is more intense than the last. Finally, we rest for a minute. You say, out of breath. Standing up and walk a box behind me and pull out my handcuffs. Your heart begins to race. But you trust me and know that you have nothing to truly fear, that I’d lay down my life if it meant saving yours. My fingers run down your arms towards me, signaling to put your hands in front of you. I slide your heels off one by one. At this point, is it a relief even being experienced in them, they still are beginning to hurt. Standing you up. I lead you to the bedroom holding the cuffs with my index finger. Inside the bedroom, you notice a pile of rope on the ottoman. Once inside the bedroom. I pick you up and plant you on the bed gently. On the nightstand, there is a bottle of lotion. I sit on the bed next to you. Sliding my arms behind your knees, placing your feet on my lap. Putting a little lotion on my hand, I rub your aching feet and calves. With each rub, another wave of pain, pleasure, and relief radiates up your legs. The feeling alone causes you to giggle and moan a little. After rubbing for a little bit, I slide your soft legs off me and tell you to stand. You think, what’s next? Chocolate strawberries? Whipped cream? You see me half smile deviously as I put a small, sturdy box on the floor, roughly 4 inches tall, in front of the bed. I tell you to bend over and lean onto the bed. Your cuffs rattle a little as you lean forward. You see me walk around the bed, open the drawer, and retrieve a thin anal hook. Your eyes become wide as you see me applying lube to it. Our eyes meet, and you bite your lip with excitement. I walk behind you as you are still bent over. You feel my hand rubbing your lower back, calming you slightly. You exhale, once again relaxing, giving me your trust. You feel slightly cold steel touching your skin. Relaxing, you feel it is somewhat tight at first, then finally sliding into your ass. Feeling it deep inside you, you can’t help but think how good but dirty you feel. I smack your ass, and you jump a tiny bit. You can’t help but notice the pile of rope across the room. Bending down, I pick up the rope, securing it through a small hook in the ceiling. Standing on the platform, I help you step up onto the platform. I move your arms above your head, looping the rope onto your handcuffs. With the other end, I loop back through the ceiling hook and down through the hook inside you. I lean in and whisper. You say as you flex, standing on your tip toes. Fastening the hook tight, you feel tension on your wrists and a strong desire to relax. Each time you begin to weaken and give your feet a break, you feel the hook deeper inside you. Unsure what to do, you find yourself going back and forth. You feel violated yet turned on even more than before. You try not to think about this predicament and observe me open another drawer and pull out a camcorder and a vibrating wand. After pointing the camera toward my sexy little brave FuckToy, you hear the want begin to buzz. I approach you and begin to kiss and suck your chest. Making your situation feel slightly better—each time, the hook reminding you who’s ass that was. I put a little lube on the want and press it between your legs as I kiss your neck. You feel me whispering in your ear, and chills run up and down you. You are having trouble concentrating on the words I’m saying. The feeling is so intense, becoming more intense by the second. I pull the wand away from you. Partial relief washes over you as you hear me switch off the wand. Stepping closer, you feel my finders rubbing your clit very slowly. You feel every stroke despite being so tired of standing. You feel the sensation becoming more intense, and you ask again. This time slightly more frantic. You sigh and wince slightly as you continue to endure the intense feeling that is now consuming you. You look and me. I know you’re a bad bitch. You’re my bad bitch. You feel my fingers slide into your pussy. Then you feel my fingers on your lips. Then sliding into your mouth and slowly down your throat. You gag slightly as you feel me touching your throat from the inside. Holding your breath for a few seconds, you feel relieved when I slowly slide out of your mouth. You feel me continuing to finger you, hitting just the right spot, getting more and more intense. Finally you ask. As I feel your pussy tighten on my fingertips. You cum so hard. Throbbing on my fingers with grip. You let out a large The feeling of relief is unmatched by anything else. I slow my movement, then slowly slide out of you. Loosening the rope, you can finally relax your feet which are now flat on the platform. You can’t help but enjoy the feeling as the hook is slowly removed from you. Extending my hand, I help you down from the platform. Then once again, lift you back onto the bed. I gaze into your eyes with adoration and tell you how much you mean to me. I begin to rub your legs and feet gently. I pause and glance at a drawer. You become slightly overwhelmed. Soon you exhale a sigh of relief as you see only chocolates being pulled from the drawer. I kiss you gently, then feed you a chocolate. After bringing water, we slide under the fresh, clean sheets, and you rest your head on my chest. I stroke your hair, gently running my fingers along your lower back as we drift off to sleep. You feel everything melt away as you rub your face deeper into my chest. I told you tight, gently kissing your forehead before my eyes finally close, and I join you in slumber.