"There’s no damned way I’m allowing myself to be tied up!"

This was Brandi's vehement dismissive response to a suggestion her husband, Wyatt, made about his thoughts on how to restrain her, and edge her to orgasm.

"I don't like being tied up," she added, "it is difficult enough to focus all my attention on being able to climax. Being tied up... Will. Not. Help!" 

She made her feelings brashly clear, and it was left it at that.

Wyatt felt somewhat gutted about her response though, as it was something he had expressed to his wife in the past, when they chatted about their sexual fantasies and/or desires. And Brandi was pretty much open to anything. She certainly did not say ‘No’ for much. She was open about the many partners she had been with before Wyatt, and had done pretty much everything with the men and women she’d been with. As illustration, Brandi was Wyatt’s first anal experience when she simply slipped his dick into her ass while riding him ‘cowboy’ one day. But Brandi was also her own woman. It would happen, when SHE wanted it to happen.  

Wyatt learnt early on in their relationship that she preferred being the initiator. It was important for Brandi to control her orgasm. She just believed that life was too short for “shitty men or orgasms” and perfected her personal climaxing techniques over the years.

She preferred no-nonsense fucking. “Don’t fuck around, just fuck!” she would growl at Wyatt whenever she felt he was playing too much, going on a “fucking walkabout” as she would put it. She was not a fan of foreplay and wanted to be taken, fast and furiously. When she did reach her orgasmic state, this would largely be due to focussed clitoral stimulation. And she could manipulate this state for multiple orgasms lasting anywhere from five to ten minutes, sometimes even longer. And when she was done, it was done.

Brandi knew what she wanted, how she wanted it, and for how long she wanted it. 

Wyatt, on the other hand, enjoyed ‘playing’ during sex and needed to get all his senses fired up. Foreplay was a huge turn-on for him. He would want to get his tongue inside her pussy so he could lap her juices into his mouth. He loved the aromas and flavours of a pussy and would suck and nibble on her clit to get her flowing and eat her out. He would want to tongue her ass, probe and prod her with his fingers, or whatever else was on the menu. He loved to explore her thoroughly and build her up to an orgasm. 

They did not always see eye to eye about this.

Restraining Brandi, therefore, has become somewhat of a fantasy for Wyatt. A fantasy he could only explore when masturbating. He had done hundreds of searches about restrained sex, ogling through countless pics of people: rope-tied, cuffed, chained, hung, stuck, and whatever else someone could come up with to erotically restrain another person.

He came to understand that what he wanted, what he craved, was to have Brandi under his total control. 

What she feels. How she feels it. When she feels it. For how long she feels it.

'One day… maybe,' would regularly enter his mind.

As it turned out, the two of them had a 'debate' (read: argument) about something or the other recently. In the heat of the moment, Brandi blurted out the words which would become Wyatt’s opportunity.

"Okay, okay! If I am wrong, then you can… hmm," she paused before adding smugly, "you can do anything to me that you want. How’s that?"

"Whatever. The Fuck. You Want." 

She deliberately mouthed the words, winked at him and did a little wicked lick around her top lip. Wyatt’s jaw dropped when he realised the opportunity which presented itself at that moment. 

"Deal! I will take that bet, one hundred percent," he agreed excitedly and jumped onto Google, searching frantically for an answer which could prove him right, and win the prize of 'whatever the fuck you want.' 

After a couple of searches, he could confidently confirm the correct answer. And guess what? Wyatt, was right. 

"Why, thank you, darling," he cockily quipped, when he showed her the proof of his victory, "I will be banking my prize, and you can NOT retract the offer. Ok?"

"Sure, what's the worst that can happen?" Brandi chirped back at him.

Oh, if she only knew, echoed in his mind. He did not show too much excitement but knew he had a real chance to finally execute his fantasy.

Being parents to a young child makes planning for sex essential, and Wyatt’s night of erotic domination (as he kept referring to it, taking the mickey out of Brandi, but also building it up in his mind, and hopefully hers) was no different. Except it was. Wyatt certainly did not want to risk their daughter walking in on them, and he wanted a space where Brandi could feel at ease, which was imperative.

So he decided on their outside pool room. There, they should have no interruptions, and there is a steel-frame couch, which he thought could work perfectly. He could tie her to the frame and with the backrest reclined, she should be comfortable enough in the position he envisaged. Wyatt also had to make a decision on what to use for restraints. For practical reasons, he decided on leather belts since his rope techniques would more than likely digress into a farce.

When the planned day finally arrived, Wyatt prepared the outside room and converted it into a makeshift sex chamber. He made sure all their toys were ready. Her beloved vibrator was charged, a bevy of dildos were cleaned, and all his other props were in place.

It was time!

"Babe!" Wyatt called Brandi outside. She appeared wearing a short sleeve T-shirt and pajama shorts, the night breeze stiffening her nipples that pushed proudly through the cotton fabric. Wyatt’s thoughts were immediately filled with images of his tongue swirling around those erect nipples.

"Get your ass to the pool room," instructed Wyatt as he walked up to her and whispered, "because tonight… is winners night."

"Oh, no! Not now love,” replied Brandi, and turned around to go back into the house. 

Wyatt grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards him. 

"Babe, I'm cashing in my 'whatever the fuck you want' and whatever the fuck I want, is now," he insisted, and leant in to kiss her. But Brandi raised up her hands in protest. 

"Babe, I had a bad day. I'm really tired and I'm not up for anything now. Please, can we do it another time?" she pleaded in earnest.

Wyatt was relentless though. By now, he had done this in his mind so many times, and the expectancy about tonight had built up to such a degree, that he was sexually super-charged at this point. Postponing it now could make him explode. 

"No," he replies firmly, "I'm afraid you don't have a say in this. So please, come with me," and he led her towards the outdoor room.

When they stopped at the door, Wyatt asked Brandi to turn around and tied a black scarf over her eyes. Oddly enough, she did not object to this, but as he is about to guide her into the room, she stopped and softly pleaded:

"Babe, be gentle." 

"Don't worry love, if you are uncomfortable, just say so. Having said that, you are not in control. I am," Wyatt added, to which she reacted with a mock sigh. But this was his reward, she thought, and she wanted to please him.

"Ok, let's do this," she said suddenly. She perked up her head and pushed out her chest like she was priming herself for whatever was coming. 

"That's a good girl," Wyatt’s comforting words eased her fears as he steered her into the room and positioned her in front of the couch.

He stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, from where he slowly moved up to the blindfold and pulled the knot tight against her skull. He noticed how her shoulders tightened as he did this and gently massaged her neck muscles with his thumbs, back down to her shoulders again. 

Brandi’s head dropped slightly to the one side and she let out a soft moan. Wyatt slid his hands down her sides onto her hips. He felt her huge breasts drop free when he drew the thin cotton T-shirt over her head. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her pajama shorts, pulled them down slowly, and held her feet as she stepped out of them. 

Bar the black scarf covering her eyes, Brandi was standing naked with her back to Wyatt. Her blonde hair draped loosely and her arms hung to her sides. Her legs twitched nervously from side to side. Wyatt gazed longingly over the beautiful curves of her body; the voluptuous bulge of her tits outside the silhouette of her back; the curved arch at the top of her butt. 

“Good Lord, Babe, aren’t you just fucking perfect,” Wyatt applauded his wife’s uncovered beauty, moved closer, and placed both hands on her hips. He curled his fingers around to the front of her hip bones and dug into her soft flesh. Brandi felt his hot breath on her neck, his lips meet her skin, and just made out his whisper... 

"You, are what I desire most." 

She kept quiet when he turned her around, felt his strong grip hold her arms tightly, and guided her backward onto the couch until she gently reached the edge of the seat. He eased her back to where her head touched the backrest. 

"Comfortable?" he asked.

"For now," she replied with a smile. 

Wyatt took in Brandi’s nakedness for a moment. He watched how her breasts heaved gently up and down. They followed the detail of her jutted ribs and hipbones in her stretched-out position. He pushed himself between her feet and forced her legs open to expose her neatly trimmed pussy. He took a foot in each hand, lifted her legs, and pushed back slowly towards her head. Brandi immediately started objecting. 

"Good God, what the hell are you trying to do?" But there was a giggle in her voice and she wriggled her body to accommodate Wyatt’s will. 

"Good girl," he praised her again.

Wyatt was still dressed and could feel himself swelling against his trousers. His cock had become uncomfortably encroached in the confines of his tight underwear. He walked over to his ‘tool station’ and selected two leather belts, and used both to bind her forearm to the bottom part of her leg. He counted on the tinkling sounds of the metal clasps and the feel of the leather straps pulling tightly on her skin, which would be something of a sensory experience for Brandi.

She lay still and felt relaxed while Wyatt wrangled and manoeuvred her body. She could not believe that she was allowing this to happen but was becoming, albeit blindly, intrigued when she felt the cold leather against her skin. She became aware of her increasing heartbeat when he pulled and buckled the belts tightly, her fingers involuntarily grasping at the air from its bound position.

He repeated the process for the other side. Wyatt worked slowly and methodically with no words exchanged. Their mutual silence was only broken by the sounds of belt buckles being strapped tight. To finish, he looped another belt through the backrest and connected this to her strapped limbs. Each leg was now pulled up past her head and secured to the couch frame. 

'Fuck me!' blurted Wyatt unexpectedly when he stood back and looked at the final result. It was an immensely erotic, visual euphoria for Wyatt, who savoured every part of her. Brandi's ass was raised off the couch and exposed her privates exquisitely. She wriggled a couple of times to get comfortable and then remained still as she waited for the next step. Wyatt unbuckled the belt on his jeans, loud enough so she could hear what was happening.

"Ooh," she said, her head lifting trying to hear what is happening, "are we undressing too now?" and snickered sarcastically. 

Wyatt pulled the belt out from his jeans, stepped forward, and strapped a hard lick across her bare buttocks. The leather slapped loudly when it struck her skin, which startled Brandi’s body as she recoiled in pain. 

"FUCK!" she cried out in agony and continued cursing at Wyatt. Brandi did not expect the blow and it stung as if hot coals were stuck on her ass. 

Wyatt said nothing but observed a red welt swell up where the leather licked her pale-white butt. When Brandi's wriggling and moaning stopped, she was taken aback by the tone of Wyatt’s forceful words:

"You can talk when spoken to. Bad behaviour will be punished."

She did not reply, but her anger appeared to be ignited by the burning sensation she experienced. Wyatt could sense it building, but kept quiet and took his time as he removed the rest of his clothing. He switched on his laptop and placed it on a table close to her. He had pre-selected a porn video, specifically chosen for its sound, which was what he was looking for. The video started playing and the sounds of moaning, groaning, and moist flesh slapping against each other, filled the room. 

Brandi kept quiet and lay still, just turned her head towards the sound as she listened to the loud fucking noises. She felt vulnerable all of a sudden. She knew now, at this moment, that she had no control over what was happening. And she did not like it. 

Wyatt could see Brandi was not happy which made him a tad nervous, but he was going to stick to his plan. He chose a feather from his tool station and, leaning against her raised ass, pushed it between the toes of her foot. 

Brandi jerked in surprise again when the felt something slipping through her toes. She realised it was a tickle and enjoyed the soft trace of the feather on her skin.

Wyatt zigzagged down the taught hamstrings of her stretched leg, brushed along her outer buttocks, and tickled down to her back where it met the material of the sofa seat. She twitched and shivered and even moaned a bit. She did like a good tickle.

He enjoyed using the feather tickles over Brandi's naked, restrained, and exposed body, and how she reacted. He had purposefully kept away from her pussy, but now he ran the feather down the inside of her thigh, letting it brush against the sides of her protruding labia. Then the other leg, and this time, as he got to her pussy, he drew a slow circle around her clit. Wyatt’s cock throbbed when she let out another moan.

"Hmmm," hummed through her closed lips as she tried to wriggle upward, trying to push harder against the feather. She then felt the feather move onto her spread ass cheeks, across her asshole, which was also circled slowly. 

"Leave my asshole alone," she protested abruptly and tried wriggling away from the feather.

Wyatt dropped the feather, stepped back, and picked up the leather belt. Brandi could hear the belt buckle tinkling and expected the next fell when it struck her ass again. It still surprised her how painful it was. The stinging sensation seared across her entire backside now. 

"FUCK! What the fuck Wyatt? I was just getting into my tickles," Brandi cursed loudly once again, now visibly agitated.

"I said, speak when spoken to. If you don't listen, you will be punished,” came Wyatt’s firm, monotone reply.

He allowed her to calm a little. He stood over her. Watched how her breathing gradually dropped, and her weight surrendered to her confines again. With the belt already in his hand, Wyatt dropped the open leather face onto her and slowly dragged the flat surface across her legs. He stopped periodically and used his other hand to raise the end piece of the belt, and then drop it onto her flesh. It made a distinct ‘plop’ sound when it landed.

Brandi was still steaming inside. She was defenceless against Wyatt’s blows and the lingering burn all over her ass, had worn her patience thin.

But then he would then give her a moment during which she would naturally return to this heightened state of awareness. She felt trapped in the darkness, unable to move freely and within this space, there were very acute sensations which she had not felt in a long time. Or ever, she also pondered.

Then, when she felt the belt on her again, and slowly dragged across her skin, Brandi did not only feel the leather. She experienced a profound sensation of the soft suede underside of the leather. She was aware of its texture on her skin. The coolness of it. She felt it being lifted off her, and sensed its strike when the distinct ‘pop’ sounded in her ears. And she was suddenly conscious of the relief that washed over her when there was no pain. Her body responded, releasing dopamine which flowed through her. She felt like she was on a warm beach with cool waves washing over her.

Wyatt was mesmerised with the belt-play on Brandi’s body. She seemed to enjoy the sensations which in turn brought him immense joy. He ran it all the way down to her raised butt, which she relished when he dragged the belt down across her pussy and over her ass. He stopped, when the end piece was on her clit and then used the same motion of lifting the belt, and letting it drop down on her pussy lips. It was a beautiful flop sound and made her flinch slightly when the leather met her sensitive fleshy labia. After the third flop, she uttered a throaty groan. Wyatt continued down and repeated the belt flops on her dark asshole, which contracted tightly and relaxed before the next flop. He then swatted the side of her ass, a touch harder than the flops. The welts from earlier were still raised and the red lines traversed across her pale skin. Her pussy appeared to have a reddish blush from all the attention it had received, and her labia lips were swelling as the blood gushed into her groin.

Brandi was dotingly aware of how her pussy was responding to the belt-flopping. The blood flow had created this buzzing vibration in her pelvic area and her clit had developed an ache that pulsed through her with every heartbeat. She had embraced her dark, confined space and begun to adore the focussed attention on her body. And how incredibly sensitive it all was. The light leather spanks on her pussy, and her ass, were incredibly sensitive that blasted bolts of electricity through her entire body.

“Fuck baby, your pussy is so hot,” Wyatt muttered, before he picked her favourite vibrator from his tool box. He placed the small, pill-shaped bullet on her clit, and strapped it down with a piece of masking tape. She didn’t say a word, but when he used the remote control to switch it on, she groaned loudly. 

"Ooh yeah, that I like," she moaned while Wyatt observed how her breathing near immediately quickened. Brandi adored her vibrator and she loved the buzzing bullet against her clit. 

Wyatt witnessed his erotic feast unfold as he stood back again. He looked at his wife with new eyes, his senses were acutely heightened, and he revelled in his deep desire for her. His gaze dropped onto his throbbing dick and he squeezed it down with one hand while he clicked the remote control for the vibrator again. He changed the setting to a pulsing vibration, watching her body buck under the change of stimulation.

Her mouth fell open as she exhaled in a moan, and her ass wriggled as she fought against her confines. The vibrator pulsed: 'RRRR… RRRR… RRRR,' in loud bursts against her swelling love button. A couple of minutes of the pulsed stimulus passed, and he abruptly switched it off. He thoroughly enjoyed watching her become more and more aroused. 

"Nooooo!" she cried out in protest, "Don't stop. I was so close." 

Brandi could hear Wyatt pick up the belt again, the metal clasp sounds aroused her senses of what was about to occur, and quickly retorted:

"No, please, no more!" but Wyatt landed another blow on her ass. She twisted in agony but did not say anything, bar a low vibrato groan.

Without saying a word, Wyatt clicked the remote and started the vibrator again. The monotone buzzer brutally engaged her clit. She shuddered against it when he changed the speed to high. He could feel his body shudder in delight, watching her body arch upwards, and her how muscles flexed tightly as her body responded. He felt intoxicated watching her desire to orgasm become longingly tangible. 

"You have been a good girl, and you deserve a proper fucking and orgasm," he said to Brandi. He placed his hand on her butt and gently rubbed the welts, tracing the raised ridges with his fingers.

"But you will come when I say so," Wyatt exclaimed firmly and proceeded to rip the taped bullet off her mound in one sweep.

Brandi's frustration was obvious. She let out a disappointing sigh but did not utter anything audible. Wyatt rubbed her ass a bit harder and ran his hand up towards her swollen mound. He noticed a dew of her nectar that was collecting at the base of her vulva. This brought a smile to his face. There was nothing sexier than Brandi getting turned on, he thought to himself.

Wyatt now positioned his face right in front of her deliciously inviting and exposed pussy lips. She kept very still, but sensed the closeness of his hot breath on her and waited in anticipation of what was coming next. He softly blew against her ass, up to her pussy a couple of times, just to make sure she knew he was there.

He used the tip of his tongue and dipped into her accumulated dewdrop, which had started leaking out of her. He did not push into her but rather collected her pussy lube onto his tongue, and felt the slippery liquid cover his lips before he swirled her aroma into his mouth. The taste of her sex instantaneously generated a pulsing throb in his groin, blood was pulsing into his cock. 

"Mmmmm," he murmured softly, "your pussy is fucking delicious." 

Still, she kept quiet, but a soft moan escaped her again when Wyatt’s tongue touched the wet slit at the bottom of her opening for a second time. Using both thumbs, he pulled her slit open and pushed his tongue deeper into her hot wetness. He pulled out slowly and licked upwards along the curve of her mound, then dropped his head down with the entire flat surface of his tongue covering her pussy.

Gliding up slowly, the flat tongue ran up to her clit. When the tip touched it, he held it there for a couple of seconds and applied as much pressure as he could. Brandi writhed against his tongue, grinding herself into his mouth. Yet again, he dropped his tongue into her juicy cunt and then wrapped his mouth over her clit. Wyatt sucked the swollen bud back into his mouth, which made Brandi gasp out loud when it ground against his teeth. 

"Aaaah, yes baby, suck that clit. Yes, suck it hard," she moaned longingly.

Wyatt clasped a hand around his fully erect cock which had expanded tightly against its own skin, its bulging veins stood proud against the taught surface. His pre-cum liberally ran down the shaft. He was aching for her, but watching her was such a delight, and he did not want this to stop. His tongue flicked against her swollen clit a couple of times, then he slid it down and pushed into her wetness before dragging it further down onto her ass. Brandi kept still but shuddered when his lubed tongue darted into her asshole.

"You are leaking like a garden tap,” he said, “let me reward such dirty behaviour," and switched on the vibrator again. Brandi felt the tip of the bullet as he circled around her soaked pussy with his hand.

Brandi’s breathing increased and soft moans slipped out as the circles became smaller and smaller, finally centered at the base of her wet slit. Pushing slightly into her, Wyatt pressed the nib downwards and stretched her slightly open. He ran the lubricated vibrator up towards her clit where he rhythmically slid it up and down against her clit, edging her further.

Brandi was fully enthralled by her vibrator action and looked like she was spacing out from the pressured pleasure on her clit. Wyatt excitedly watched her pussy leak out more of her sex lube. He moved his face closer and observed how it slowly dribbled out and ran down her perineum onto her asshole. He noticed how it twitched as her spasms started to build.

Wyatt taped the bullet onto her again and took out a large dildo from his goody box. He squirted some lube onto it and used the head to run it up and down her, now soaked, pussy and ass. He held the thick dildo head at the entrance of her pussy. There was just enough pressure to push against her vagina walls but not enough to enter her anticipating cunt. She was trying to push up with her hips to be entered, but with her legs tied behind her head onto the sofa, she struggled to make it happen. This annoyed her. 

"If you want this big cock in your pussy, ask for it," Wyatt instructed.

She said nothing but continued with her attempts to swallow, whatever she could feel, into her pussy. 

"I said, if you want to be fucked, ask for it!" he repeated brashly, to which she immediately replied:

"Fuck my pussy you cunt! Fuck me now!" she screamed at him.

Wyatt felt another wave of lust burst into his cock and straightaway, pushed the full-length, six-inch dildo into Brandi’s aching pussy. 

"Oh, my fuuuuck!" she cried out to Wyatt’s dildo-fucking her aching cunt. The squishing wet thumps and buzzing clamoured above the porn sounds that came from the laptop. 

She was getting closer and closer to her orgasm. Wyatt set the vibrator to a slow speed, pulled out the dildo, and took out her 10-inch purple monster, which he lubed liberally. She was not a fan of the massive dildo, but he believed they were at a point where this was necessary. He positioned the large head up against her open vulva so she could sense the size of it. But Brandi neither retracted nor objected to this and he continued to slowly push the gigantic dildo into her. As the thick head slipped into her pussy, she gasped out loud. 

"Aaaaah, oh my god… it's huge!"

Wyatt pushed the dildo deeper into her tight pussy, but stopped periodically to give her time to settle around its massive girth. She arched upwards and he continued to push the giant dildo into her gently until he felt it hit the back of her cervix. The sensation of her pussy achingly stretched open overwhelmed Brandi, but when the massive head thumped against the back of her vagina, her body jerked and shuddered involuntarily. She groaned loudly. She was torn between the ecstasy of her clit being drilled and the massive, aching penetration inside her.

Wyatt tried to pull the dildo back, but it sat extremely tight inside her and he had to proceed slowly so her pussy could adjust around it. She started a low, purring moan when could eventually move the dildo freely in and out of her cunt. The wet sounds of a pussy being fucked just about sent him over the edge as he grabbed the base of his shaft with a free hand and squeezed his throbbing cock into submission again.

He could sense Brandi's orgasm was approaching and moved in closer to her. Still fucking her pussy with one hand, he took hold of his throbbing cock and positioned it on her asshole. She must have felt him there and arched her hips upward again. As she came down, she drew his cock into her ass. Slowly, but forcefully, Wyatt pushed his bulging cock into her. One long stroke as deep as he could go. He clicked the remote twice to speed up the vibrator once more.

"Aaahh! Fuck!!" she called out, but she could not hold back anymore and uncontrollably rocked her body back and forth. She felt wholly stuffed and the expanded sensation inside her filled her entire body. 

Wyatt had to focus on keeping his dick inside her ass as it fought for space against the massive dildo through her pussy walls. He took a deep breath and regained some composure before he slowly started moving his aching cock, in and out of her ass. The sensation was mind-blowing and for Brandi, a sensory overload as she moaned louder and louder.

"Ummphh, aaahhh, yes baby! Fuck me, fuck me!" she bellowed as she started climaxing to Wyatt’s cock and the giant dildo fucking in and out of her, and her clit being continuously pulverised by the high-speed vibrator.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh, YES! YES! YES!" she screamed as Wyatt felt her sphincter grip his cock so hard that he could not hold back anymore either. He let out a loud groan as came. His pulsing cum squirted into Brandi’s insides, his cock milked by the contractions of her ass gripping and releasing it. 

The vibrator was still operating at full speed, and the giant dildo and Wyatt’s cock were still inside her as the second and third waves of orgasms rippled through Brandi’s body, which made her spasm and flail wildly. Being tied up in this position, she could not stop what was happening and she started shouting for Wyatt to stop. 

"Stop! Stop! I can't!" she screamed, as gasped and her body shook violently.

With his cock still in her ass, he pushed the dildo deep into her once more and slowly retracted it out of her quivering pussy. When it loudly popped out of her, her body shuddered against Wyatt with another orgasm. Her pulsing, orgasmic contractions pushed his cock out of her ass too, with his hot cum running out of her stretched hole.

Wyatt stepped back, intoxicated by what has just happened, his head spinning euphorically. 

"Stop! Stop the vibrator, please," she whimpered while her body still uncontrollably trembled and shook. She let out a huge sigh of relief when Wyatt pulled the taped vibrator off her swollen clit. Her naked body slumped back into the sofa and hung lifelessly in its confines. 

"I'm fucked," she managed to utter. She was gasping for her breath and giggled as her body wriggled against her constraints, "I'm soooo fucked!" 

Wyatt reached across her to undo the belts from the sofa so her legs could come down, and then removed the blindfold from her eyes. 

"I adore you, my darling," he said tenderly and leaned forward to kiss her on the mouth. Her lips were swollen and moist, her mouth sticky and wet. She tasted like their sex. It was delicious.

"Wow! That was quite something baby," she exhaled, “I did not expect that to be so amazing.”

Wyatt was lying on top of her, their naked, sweaty bodies clung to each other.

"A cup of tea, is something, darling. That was fucking phenomenal!" and he laughed out loud while he slapped his semi-erect dick against her butt in jest.

"So, since this was ‘quite something', as you put it. Are you keen to be restrained again?" he asked cheekily. 

"Babe, you can fuck me any way you want to," she smiled at him.