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Dripping.
I have sweat dripping down my forehead.
Fat salty drops sliding down my skin and stinging as they hit my eyes.
I can’t wipe them away because my hands are currently tied above my head.
The cable ties wrapped around my wrists sink into my flesh, I try to hold on to them as I would a rescue rope. Every time I get tired and put my feet on the ground the metal clamps to my nipples and clit pull hard as fuck, making me whimper and scream. So I can’t put my feet on the ground. I have to stand on my toes to what feels like forever while Trevor leaves me alone in the bathroom to do God knows what in his room.
Dripping.
I have tears dripping down my cheeks.
Fat salty drops sliding down my skin and into my lips so I can taste them.
The metal clamps bite into my tits and pussy with tiny little metal teeth; Trevor used more cable ties to tether each of them to a pipe on the ceiling, only the fucking cable ties are far too short. Any movement I make forces the hungry metal teeth to bite me so violently I’m afraid I might begin dripping blood.
Dripping.
I have drool dripping down my half open lips.
A string of saliva and spit sliding down my chin and falling on my naked tits.
My back hurts from the exhaustion. My feet hurt from the pressure. My toes burn like I just decided to become a professional ballerina in the last half an hour. The clamp on my clit is like a cold unyielding claw, grabbing on so fucking hard I’m afraid it will rip some of it off if I move too fast.
Too much pain.
Far too much.
I have pussy juice dripping down my thighs.
Fat sweet drops sliding down my inner legs, sticking to my skin all the way to my knees.
I’d press my legs together and try to appease my pussy if my ankles weren’t cuffed aside.
The bathroom is warm enough but Trevor left the door ajar and the air conditioning in his room is going full power. The freezing cold air comes in through the door and hits my poor clit (already swollen and clamp-held) to the point where I might cum from the temperature shift alone.
Too much pleasure.
Far too much.
The sweat and tear fall down my face, mixing up with my drool on its way to my tits.
I try to call out for Trevor. I try to moan.
I get tired and lower my feet to the ground only to feel the merciless pull of Trevor’s set up made of ties and clamps.
I try to move my legs to get some blood flowing so I can survive this ordeal a while longer, but I’ve been under that stress position for so long that when the blood rushes back to my flesh I am greeted with a horrible tingling sensation.
Pins and fucking needles.
My feet and calves burn like some crazy doctor decided to cure my kinky libido by sticking hot needles into my… everything.
It aches and stings like torture. Unbearable.
Standing still hurts.
Moving hurts.
Thinking hurts.
I am so fucking wet.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this aware of my pussy before. I feel it pulsating like it’s finally learning to speak plain english. It tightens itself like it’s saying “Hey, Tess… I think we have a kink for needles afterall. Can we give that a go?”
“T… Tr… T…” I try to speak, but I am just drooling uncontrollably.
I hold on to the cable ties around my wrist again, trying to pull myself up. I’m a woman drowning in an ocean of the most magnificent pain, and that cable tie is all that is left between me and the abyss.
There’s sweat all over my body now, not just my forehead. The tears have soaked my cheeks and my natural lube is flowing so intensely I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a puddle on the floor. I’m wiggling my ass, humping the nothingness in hopes that maybe the cold air will fuck me just right and I’ll finally discover some relief.
This is most excellent sort of horrible.
I mean, if you think about it, sex is just your body getting as tense as it can fucking get… and then releasing that tension.
This predicament bondage thing Trevor is trying on me builds up to an orgasm like nothing else: my body is tense as fuck. But, at the same time, it never lets me cum: there is no release. Ever. There is only more tension.
And more.
And more.
To the point where I am ready to scream and beg, in tears.
My clit is swollen, my tits are burning, my groins are on fire, my very spirit is yelling. I need an orgasm. All of me needs an orgasm. I can’t take this tension much longer.
“Yeah?” he heard my attempts to call him, even though I never finished his name.
Trevor is fully dressed, eating a yogurt with a spoon. He leans his shoulder against the door frame and has a little smirk when he analyses me.
His eyes are on me with a hint of obsession. The kind you get when you’ve been seeing a woman naked in your mind and dreams every time you close your eyes and then you finally get to witness the real thing.
“Fuck, you’re wet” he laughs, shoving a spoon full of yogurt in his mouth.
He is hard.
I can see it pretty easy.
His jeans can barely hold him in.
“This hurts” I cry out.
“Yeah, I know, right?” he finishes the yogurt and throws the plastic cup in the trash. The spoon, however, he keeps. He slides it up my inner thigh, scooping some of my juice and eats it with a moan.
“What is it with you and spoons?” I groan.
“Not my fault you’re fucking tasty” he kneels to lick it right off my skin “You want me to fuck you with a spoon again?”
“Just the cock, please” I sound in despair “Fast. Trev, please”
“I’m not even close to fucking you, Tessa” he has a cruel laughter “You’re gonna be here a long fucking time. Get comfortable”
“T-Trev?”
“Hm?”
“I think I am horny for needles. Can we try them?”
Something in his eyes change.
He was just teasing me while being usual dominant Trevor, but as soon as I say those words, his eyes go wide and cold, his breathing goes shallow, his bottom lip is shaking.
“Fuck, woman” he messes up his own hair “When I think I can’t get any harder for you, you go and do this. Ouch” he touches his cock like it’s hurting him: Not because it’s inside his jeans, but because it’s outside me.
“Dick me” I bite my lips in prayer “Come on”
“I hate it when you make me lose control”
“You must hate it a lot, then”
His grin is satisfying as fuck.
“How are you still bratting?”
“Stop talking. Come here and finger my pussy”
“It’s so nice that you think I’d obey you”
“Trevor” I sing his name in so much unsatisfied pleasure that it’s becoming pain.
He was about to say something nasty but the three knocks on the door interrupt him.
I go hard as a rock and pale as a summer cloud.
“No” I beg “Don’t”
“Someone’s here” he pretends to be innocent but we both know that if he needed an innocent bone in his body to stand on, he’d fall down “I gotta answer”
“Trevor!” I panic “Don’t”.
We’ll get caught.
We’ll get fucking caught.
We all the time get caught.
How hasn’t he learnt this by now?
He points his finger to my nose “Behave”, he says and away he goes.
I bite my lip so hard I might lose it. Along with my nipples and clit, so it seems.
“Hey man” he left the door barely closed so I can easily hear him.
Which means whoever is in the room will likely easy hear me back.
Don’t make a fucking sound, Tessa.
“What’s up?” Trevor asks.
“Look, do you know what’s up with dad?” it’s Leo. Trevor’s brother.
Great.
I really love my life sometimes you know?
I have become living proof that all that stuff that makes you go “oh, please, that would never happen” actually would happen.
Many many times.
“What do you mean?”
“He’s been acting a little strange lately. I know he is a little freaked out that you might hit on Tessa, but…”
“Wait, what?” Trevor chokes “Did he tell you that?”
“No, but I could guess it. You two looked pretty close at times and you are… well.. You” he laughs “So it’s not hard to imagine. I would worry too if Tessa wasn’t basically our sister, right? I mean, not even you would go that far”
“She is not our sist… Leo, what do you want, man?”
I’m trying to focus on their conversation cause maybe that will give my body a break, but unfortunately it doesn’t work like that.
For instance… I heard those first few exchanges perfectly, but now, even though I can hear the words, it’s like my brain can’t figure out them.
“dad’s been acting a little strange. Did something happen between you and Annie?”
I hear Annie’s name and I try to focus again.
Annie.
Is he talking about my little sister’s predisposition for coveting thy neighbour’s husband?
Fuck, my clit is itching. I move a little trying to get the clamp to change position cause maybe that will help, but all it does is pull it harder.
“No. Why would you think that?”
“dad’s been weird around her. He keeps wanting us to leave her alone. So I thought… you know what? Nevermind. I’m probably overreacting”
Leave Annie alone?
Why?
Does this have something to do with Annie and… uh… Annie and… wait, what was Annie doing again?
My tits are in agony. It’s that feeling of wanting to be touched mixed with the need to scratch an itch. I need large strong hands on my tits. I need Trevor to bite me and fuck me. With his fingers, with his cock, with his spoon… I don’t fucking care.
“I think you are, man. Did he say anything?”
“No. But dad is usually an open book. He holds nothing back. I can tell he is trying to hide something”
Well maybe he is trying to hide that Annie is… Annie is doing something wrong! I know this much. But what was it?
Fuck, I should have said yes to the spoon. I should have let him fuck me with it, then at least I’d have something inside me right now.
What was Annie doing?
It was a crime of some kind. No… it was a… breaking of commandment?
Fuck, this hurts.
I close my eyes really tight. I clench my teeth.
“Anyway, I just wanted to talk to you. And what are you doing up here in the middle of the day?”
This was already hard enough when all I had to do was survive it.
Now not only do I need to survive it, but also keep quiet AND remember what the fuck are they supposed to be talking about.
“I just needed a nap”
“You’re not hiding from Annie as well, are you?” he joked.
Maybe Annie took the Lord’s name in vain? What the fuck did Annie do?
Trevor, get rid of your brother NOW.
My pussy is burning like it has a life threatening fever of its own.
“No. Not hiding from Annie” Trevor laughs.
Maybe she killed something or stole someone? Wait, the other way around…
Whatever you did, baby sister, I hope you’re getting properly fucked. Cause this being edged and denied bullshit is torture.
“For all I know” Trevor adds “Annie is a good girl”
Trevor’s voice is so good. Deep and hoarse and delicious. It makes my clit sing.
Annie is a good girl he said.
Who’s Annie? Does he mean me?
I think they are saying their goodbyes outside, but my heart is beating in my ears so loud I can no longer hear them.
“Are you still alive in here?” he is back leaning against the door frame as he admires the situation he left me in.
I can’t anymore so I scream.
It begin as a muffled moan as I bite my lips, but it quickly turns into a full out scream.
“Damn, Tess, look at this” he is staring at my legs and floor so I can only imagine how wet I must be.
“Fuck me” I say “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” I barely breathe between words “Right now, Trevor, I’m not joking”
“You are a horrible sub. Is this what you call behaving?”
“TREVOR, FUCK ME” I cry in absolute agony “I will say red, I swear to God, I need dick right now. Rightnow, rightnow, rightnow” My lips feel cold and dead. They shake so much I can barely speak. My legs and feet are being taken by tremors, I don’t know if from pleasure or exhaustion.
“You always need dick. What else is new?” he sounds bored but I am so fucking horny and so fucking wet and so fucking there. Even breathing hurts.
“Red” I yell out “Fuck me. Redredredredredred. Fuck me now”
“Jesus Christ, baby, ok” his bad boy grin is delicious, I wanna bite him.
“And come closer, I wanna bite your grin” fuck, I already said red, didn’t I? Might as well take over.
He is laughing at my despair but the cock did come out of the pants, so I let him have his fun.
“We’re gonna need to work on your resistance”
“Yeah, tomorrow” I sound like I will die within the next 27 seconds, really. I’m scaring myself “Fuck me. With your cock. Now”
“I heard you the first time” he holds me up by the knees, pushing me against the bathroom walls and slides his cock in slow “Is this what you want?” he asks when he is still half way in.
“Yes” I close my eyes “Yesyesyesyesyes”.
He moves his hips until his balls are slapping me.
Yes.
Oh, fuck, yes.
I’m not sure I’ll ever me able to open my eyes again.
Trevor licks my face… my tears, my sweat, my drool. All of it. He licks me and moans, deep and heavy as he fucks me.
“Can you take the clamps a little longer, baby? I don’t want to take them out just yet”
“Yeah” I whisper, feeling like my soul is starting to orgasm before my body gets there “Yeah, just keep fucking me and you can do whatever”
“That’s what I like to hear”
I have my back against the cold tiles on the bathroom wall, Trevor has both my legs wrapped around his waist but he soon decides he wants to bury his cock deeper. So he pulls my knees and push them against the wall in such a way that he is basically holding me up like a spread little chicken, using nothing but his cock and forearms. The cable ties still holding my hands over my head is what keeps me from tipping over. The strain on his arms make his muscles pop. His shoulders suddenly look larger, his arms are thicker than my thighs. I scratch them but I what I really wanted to do was grind them.
“I want to fuck your arms one day” I moan.
“What?”
“I want to rub my pussy on your muscles until I cum”
“Consider that done” he pulls the clamps from my tits and… there it goes: my sanity, my consciousness, my dignity. Everything leaves my body alongside the clamps.
It’s not just the hurt of the metal bite, but also (like before) when the blood rushes back my nipples get stung by a million needles. I scream. And scream. And scream.
“Shhh” he bites my lips before licking them and kissing me “You said you wanted to bite my grin, didn’t you”? He teases me “Did you change your mind?”
Absolutely not.
I bite him hard.
I love this.
I love this movement of his hips.
I love how he can read my body and know exactly what speed I want.
I’m over the edge. I moan his name as I begin orgasming and that’s when he pulls the final clamp. The one on my clit.
Needles on super touchy nipples are good.
But needles on super touchy clit is something else.
I think I pass out.
I’m not entirely sure. I think I’m screaming. My mouth is open, my lungs feel empty and I think I hear sound, but I’m not sure.
I think he came. God, I hope he came. Maybe he did, cause I think my pussy is spitting out jizz.
“Tessa, are you alright, baby?”
Tessa?
W-who…? Who is Tessa?
I go numb and fall into his arms.
He unties me and carries me to bed. That’s my best guess anyway.
Cause I was tied up in the bathroom before and I am laying in bed now.
My body still hurts but my soul is smiling. It takes me the longest time before my heart goes back to beating at a typical speed.
I cuddle in his arms, running my hands over the short hairs on his chest. Feeling his hot skin and the hard muscles and I was promised to fuck one day.
“So…” I stutter “I stay here so you can take care of me?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way” he smiles, caressing my cheek with his thumb before stealing a little kiss “Are you alright? You were yelling red like you wanted to cum to it”
“It was a little hard” I confess “Fun, but hard”
“You wanna put it on the no list?”
“Not yet. Maybe we can have a… try again but slowly list?”
“Sure” he kisses the top of my head and I cuddle into his arms a little deeper.
I love his arms. I love being with him like this, but…
“This kinda sucks” I whine.
“Am I squeezing you too tight? I’m sorry, I…”
“No, no… I mean, we are at a five star resort. And we want to enjoy each other, cuddle and be romantic. But we have to do it here”
“Where else would you like to do it?”
“I don’t know” I shrug “They have this amazing spa downstairs with extra hot baths and sauna”
“And you do like the extra hot baths” he jokes but I guess I must look a bit sad cause he immediately kisses me. And it’s not a small kiss this time, but a real one. A slow, lovely kiss, tasting my tongue with no hurry “So… we go” he says.
“What? To the spa? Are you crazy? We’ll get caught”
“We might not”
“Have you met us? We’ll absolutely get caught”
“Doesn’t Nat have some activity planned for right now?”
“Oh fuck, we should be there” I get up super fast, but he grabs me and pulls me back to his arms.
“Or we could go to the spa”
“Why is this suddenly important to you”
“Cause it’s important to you and I’m your boyfriend. Or so I’m told”
“My boyfriend?”
“Something in that area, maybe?”
“You really think we should go? Why?”
“Because… well… how did you so eloquently put it?” he squints his eyes like he is trying to remember something “Because because”.
“Hm. That is a very good point”
“I thought so too” he kisses me again.
I could get used to this.
I could get used to this so fucking fast it’s unreal.
“So to the spa?” I say and of course I didn’t know this then, but those words would be the undoing of everything.

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