Marriage of convenience (F/M)
Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2021 9:35 pm
Kyler had just woken up and was stretching when he noticed the pretty brunette sitting in the corner, just staring at him. He was quite aware of his own charm and physical appeal. Even in the first hours of the morning, with his disheveled hair and a light shade on his face, he knew he was irresistible. He had been a ladies man ever since he hit puberty, and under different circumstances, he would have considered that thirsty gaze a turn on, but at this point, he could read his wife like an open book, he could foresee his near future in her eyes, and he didn’t like it at all.
The hunk sighed heavily before deciding to speak. “I’m supposed to have a meeting with your father, can’t we leave this for later?”.
“C’mon, it will be fun. Besides, he’s used to you being late”, Aviana responded with a flirty smile. She did savvy how much her superb husband hated her little games. In fact, that’s what she enjoyed the most. The power rush that came from making such a fine specimen do as she pleased was more fulfilling for her than romance or any of those corny things.
“You should at least tell him it has never been my fault”.
“Oh, he knows. He still hates you, anyway”.
As Aviana gathered her stuff, Kyler couldn’t help but wonder the details of what she had in mind for him. She was especially slow, just as a tease. She could practically hear his anxiety building up inside of him. It was a matter of time before it popped.
“So, what’s it gonna be this time?”. He was sure he wouldn’t like the answer. Whatever it was, still, he needed to know.
Without turning to face him, she smiled broadly and responded. “I was thinking of something simple. I mean, it’s too early. Maybe I’ll just tie you up to the bed, spread-eagled. I love it when every inch of you is at my disposal,” Aviana grinned at him while spidering her fingers.
Kyler let his head fall back on the pillow. There was no use in refusing or begging. Their agreement was very clear about what he should expect. Almost a year after the wedding, she was fairly acquainted with his weaknesses, which she exploited every chance she had.
Aviana put the rope and gag on the mattress next to his legs, grabbed a short coil, and approached leisurely. He just let her take his right hand and start wrapping it with rope before securing it to the barred headboard. When she finished, he tugged lightly, more to adjust it, for he was aware that it was well crafted, and he would not escape.
The hunk stared at the ceiling while she bound his other hand, seemingly inattentive to her doing, but his mind was processing each sensation as the rope restrained his every motion. He would immediately get more sensitive when he was tied up. It had to do with him expecting what would be done to him soon. His legs followed separately until he was absolutely defenseless. He even gasped a little when the last knot was tied. Once again, he was at her mercy. Only the gag was missing, but it wouldn’t last.
After buckling the ball gag, Aviana walked around the bed, rejoicing at the sight of her hunky husband trussed up in his underwear. He was so vain that he was always ready for such an eventuality. Not only he had kept his strict workout regime, but he also was careful with his grooming, being generous with the mouthwash before going to sleep. He was decided not to let her humiliate him even further by catching him in a displeasing state. Whenever she came looking for him, he was dashing, allowing only those little imperfections that paradoxically highlighted his beauty.
She was finally ready to start her game, and ran her fingers over a bound arm, stopping before she got to the armpit, which made him flinch. She loved that about him, he was always so secure and strong, but when he was powerless in her ropes, all the breaches of his armor would show.
Aviana resumed his ordeal, with her spidering fingers crawling all over his bare chest, and hell broke loose. He was so ticklish that he was already struggling like crazy, and she hadn’t even touched his weakest spots yet. When she started tickling his nipples, his fighting increased exponentially and kept going like that when she dug into his belly button. She let him breathe for a little while before she started with his feet, getting the same result.
Kyler wasn’t lost enough in his personal tickling inferno as to forget that she was saving the best for last. She would always do that, and he would always try in vain to clamp his arms to protect himself. It was merely an instinct. So, when she got to his underarms, even though there was no surprise, his reaction was explosive. She was careful when tickling him there, since she wanted to prolong the torture as much as possible, giving him brief breaks that only made him more anxious about when it would finally be over.
When she felt satisfied, she walked out to have breakfast, leaving behind a sweaty, panting mess that still looked like an Adonis. He would remain there, tied up and gagged, until she came back to set him free. During that time, his mind inevitably wandered to how he ended up bound in such an agreement.
The hunk sighed heavily before deciding to speak. “I’m supposed to have a meeting with your father, can’t we leave this for later?”.
“C’mon, it will be fun. Besides, he’s used to you being late”, Aviana responded with a flirty smile. She did savvy how much her superb husband hated her little games. In fact, that’s what she enjoyed the most. The power rush that came from making such a fine specimen do as she pleased was more fulfilling for her than romance or any of those corny things.
“You should at least tell him it has never been my fault”.
“Oh, he knows. He still hates you, anyway”.
As Aviana gathered her stuff, Kyler couldn’t help but wonder the details of what she had in mind for him. She was especially slow, just as a tease. She could practically hear his anxiety building up inside of him. It was a matter of time before it popped.
“So, what’s it gonna be this time?”. He was sure he wouldn’t like the answer. Whatever it was, still, he needed to know.
Without turning to face him, she smiled broadly and responded. “I was thinking of something simple. I mean, it’s too early. Maybe I’ll just tie you up to the bed, spread-eagled. I love it when every inch of you is at my disposal,” Aviana grinned at him while spidering her fingers.
Kyler let his head fall back on the pillow. There was no use in refusing or begging. Their agreement was very clear about what he should expect. Almost a year after the wedding, she was fairly acquainted with his weaknesses, which she exploited every chance she had.
Aviana put the rope and gag on the mattress next to his legs, grabbed a short coil, and approached leisurely. He just let her take his right hand and start wrapping it with rope before securing it to the barred headboard. When she finished, he tugged lightly, more to adjust it, for he was aware that it was well crafted, and he would not escape.
The hunk stared at the ceiling while she bound his other hand, seemingly inattentive to her doing, but his mind was processing each sensation as the rope restrained his every motion. He would immediately get more sensitive when he was tied up. It had to do with him expecting what would be done to him soon. His legs followed separately until he was absolutely defenseless. He even gasped a little when the last knot was tied. Once again, he was at her mercy. Only the gag was missing, but it wouldn’t last.
After buckling the ball gag, Aviana walked around the bed, rejoicing at the sight of her hunky husband trussed up in his underwear. He was so vain that he was always ready for such an eventuality. Not only he had kept his strict workout regime, but he also was careful with his grooming, being generous with the mouthwash before going to sleep. He was decided not to let her humiliate him even further by catching him in a displeasing state. Whenever she came looking for him, he was dashing, allowing only those little imperfections that paradoxically highlighted his beauty.
She was finally ready to start her game, and ran her fingers over a bound arm, stopping before she got to the armpit, which made him flinch. She loved that about him, he was always so secure and strong, but when he was powerless in her ropes, all the breaches of his armor would show.
Aviana resumed his ordeal, with her spidering fingers crawling all over his bare chest, and hell broke loose. He was so ticklish that he was already struggling like crazy, and she hadn’t even touched his weakest spots yet. When she started tickling his nipples, his fighting increased exponentially and kept going like that when she dug into his belly button. She let him breathe for a little while before she started with his feet, getting the same result.
Kyler wasn’t lost enough in his personal tickling inferno as to forget that she was saving the best for last. She would always do that, and he would always try in vain to clamp his arms to protect himself. It was merely an instinct. So, when she got to his underarms, even though there was no surprise, his reaction was explosive. She was careful when tickling him there, since she wanted to prolong the torture as much as possible, giving him brief breaks that only made him more anxious about when it would finally be over.
When she felt satisfied, she walked out to have breakfast, leaving behind a sweaty, panting mess that still looked like an Adonis. He would remain there, tied up and gagged, until she came back to set him free. During that time, his mind inevitably wandered to how he ended up bound in such an agreement.