"Well, since we have all night, why don't we enjoy the fire for a few minutes while we get in a little sixty-nine time?"
"Mmmm!" Annabelle purred as I rolled onto my back, and she turned to squat on my face. She rode my face for several minutes before she finally bent down and took me in her mouth. We stayed there until there was little left of the fire but embers. During our oral fest, Annabelle came several times but held mine at bay.
Releasing my throbbing member and sitting upon me, Annabelle suggested, "Why don't we head inside. I'm feeling the need to be tied up again."
I mumbled an "Okay" into her sodden crotch before coaxing another cum from her. Then, with another dose of her nectar dispensed and savored, I released her to stand. Annabelle did so on shaky legs and then collected her toys to take inside. Neither of us even considered our clothes as we ran like two kids entering the Magic Kingdom.
Leading the way, I stood aside once I reached the bed. With a headboard and footboard, it was ideal for strapping her down. She took in the room for a moment. These older homes were ripe with knotty-pine paneling, and mine was in great shape. It was the combination of the drywall on one side and the stark contrast between the two that drew your eye. The rear roof of my Cape Cod, having been raised years ago, was the reason that part of it was drywalled. The bedroom was quite large for such a small home since I'd turned the entire top floor into a kind of apartment.
"Niccceee," rolled off her lips before she hopped onto the bed face up. Then, squirming about for a few seconds, she added, "I'm so gonna love filling this room with my orgasmic screams."
"And, I'm going to so enjoy bringing about those screams," I replied while grabbing her ankles and turning her sideways on the bed. My next move was to flip her face down and spreading her thighs as far apart as they would go. Her legs were nearly straight out from her torso before I rummaged through her bag to find some restraints. I unclipped the velcro cuffs from the spreader bar and hooked them to some leather straps.
I worked on her legs first and kept them pretty taut, with little wiggle room. Once they were both done, I grabbed my soft whip. Then, barely touching her skin, I moved from one foot across to the other. Annabelle shivered at the light touch and pushed her hands toward her wide-open puss. I let her play for a moment before pulling them away one at a time to tie them down too.
There she lay, this perfect female, tied to my bed and wanting me to use her however I saw fit. If this wasn't a dream come true, then there wasn't any such thing.
"Are you going to gag me again?" she queried with need-filled eyes.
"Absolutely not," I claimed as I let the whip drift from one hand to the other. Standing near her head, I brought it back to the middle of her back then swung the tails at her spread buttocks.
"Arggghhh," slipped from her nearby mouth, and I pulled it up her back.
"Maybe a safeword should be decided upon since you're not gagged now."
"Chester," she said before I took another lethargic swing. "Yesss! That's perfect."
"Is it too hard?" I inquired.
"No, But faster would be nice."
I swung it four times in a row while controlling the strength of my swing.
"Oh fuck, that felt good. Do it again, please."
"Are the tails hitting your pussy?" I asked while assuming they were and starting another volley of swings.
Annabelle attempted to answer before she was peppered again, but all that came out was a garbled growl. This time I took six swings, and she was a hairs breath away from climaxing. When I stopped, all I got were some frustrated grunts. And as she emitted the last one, I began again and didn't stop until she screamed and clenched through orgasm. I let the tails meander across her quivering skin, and I moved around the bed. Dragging it across her legs and ass kept her near the edge until I knelt down and sucked her clit hard.