Bound & Betrayed: A Leather Confession

Is there anything I could do to change your mind?” She said, after expertly securing the leather restraints around his wrists and ankles to the bed frame. The room was opulent, yet sterile, all dark mahogany and cold steel. The air hung thick with anticipation, the scent of expensive perfume mingling with the faint, metallic tang of blood from a previous occupant. He was tied down, a pathetic figure in a silk pajama top, his face pale and slick with sweat. This situation felt grim, a slow descent into humiliation.

“Don’t hold your breath,” he managed, his voice strained. The restraints bit into his skin, a constant reminder of his helplessness.

“I thought you might say that,” she purred, her voice laced with amusement. She tossed the whip aside, the leather snapping against the polished floor, and began to explore the sleek, black catsuit she wore. Her fingers traced the contours of the garment, expertly unzipping it a bit more, revealing a generous expanse of cleavage that she flaunted with a slow, deliberate movement. She paused there, leaning back against the headboard, her eyes locked on his. The sight of his arousal, the involuntary twitch of his muscles, was clearly intended to break his resolve.

She stopped there and placed her left foot on the bed, unzipping her boot and sliding it off. She ran her hands along her calf and foot, moving slowly and meticulously, touching each part of her body with a sensual, almost predatory grace. Her gaze remained fixed on his, a smirk playing on her lips as she shifted her weight slightly, sending a ripple of pleasure down his spine. He felt a growing heat in his groin, despite the fear that gnawed at him. As she removed her other boot and massaged her leg, the sensation intensified, his erection swelling with an almost unbearable force.

She smiled, a genuine expression of enjoyment that sent a shiver down his spine. “Don’t be afraid. This will feel wonderful. Just go along with what I say.” Her tone was confident, bordering on arrogant, a clear signal that she intended to maintain control throughout their encounter.

She stepped off the bed, turning away from him as she unzipped her suit more, pulling the collars apart to reveal a low-cut black sports bra and a taut, toned stomach. Sensuously, she slipped the catsuit off and stepped out of it, leaving her in just the bra and matching spandex shorts. The cool air of the room brushed against his exposed skin, a welcome relief from the mounting tension.

She climbed onto the bed, crawling over him like a dryad, her long hair framing her shoulders and her breasts hanging like enticing fruit. She stopped with her nose almost touching his, inhaling his scent, savoring the moment before speaking.

“Are you going to be a good boy and service me? Or am I going to make you beg?” Her voice was soft, seductive, and filled with an undercurrent of power. She knew his arousal, so he was acutely aware that it would be pointless to deny her appeal. She was stunning, a creature of pure desire, but he couldn’t give up the secrets, not to the enemy. Not yet.

“I think you’ll have to try and make me beg,” he replied through clenched teeth, his voice barely a whisper.

She smirked, and he felt his heart sink. The realization that he was trapped, both physically and emotionally, was crushing. “I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, but don’t worry. I’ll get what I want in the end.”

She kissed his nose lightly before getting up and turning around, putting her tight spandex-clad ass in his face. He felt his shorts unzipped and pulled off, cool air caressing his now free cock. He waited for a painful attack or bite, wondering if she’d aroused him just to fill the penis with blood so it would hurt more. He braced himself for the inevitable, but instead, he felt a soft lick. Then another. A gentle kiss on the shaft, followed by swirls of tongue around the base. He bit back a moan, unable to suppress the involuntary twitch of his cock.

She smiled and took the whole head in her mouth, laving it with her tongue. She knew how to make a man beg, and this was just one way. Slowly and intensely, she sucked, licked, and kissed his cock, focusing on the head and frenulum. He finally moaned aloud, a desperate plea for release, and bucked his cock deeper into her mouth. The pleasure was both agonizing and exquisite.

She took it out a moment and looked over her shoulder at him, running her hand along just the shaft. “Getting excited, are we? I can fulfill your desire, but first, I need that name.”

“You won’t get it,” he replied through clenched teeth.

She sighed with dramatic flair. “So they all say.” Her tone was plain and matter of fact, a chilling reminder of her unwavering resolve.

She returned to her assault, touching the balls and pressing one finger to his perineum. He groaned again, a primal sound of pain and pleasure, and muttered an expletive. “Mmm,” she moaned around the hard shaft, savoring the power she held over him. She didn't really enjoy the taste but loved the feeling of control that sucking him gave her. Like tugging on a bit led a horse wherever the rider directed, so sucking his rod led him wherever she wanted.

She stopped her ministrations and sat up, grinding her lower regions onto his face. “Remember, if you want something, all I need is that name, and then we can spend the rest of the night having fun. Or you can force me to start cutting your fingers off. Your choice.”

She smiled and got off him a moment, pulling her shorts off. Then she put her pussy back right above his mouth. He leaned up and licked it at once. She sighed and let her clit rest against his mouth, feeling the orgasm build deep within her.

He licked and sucked her clit as best he could. She wished he could hold a vibrator to her g-spot, but he couldn’t have a hand free. Not yet, anyway. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

She relaxed so completely that her orgasm almost surprised her. She’d been panting for a while and felt sweat turning cold on her arms and tummy. As the tidal wave approached, she voiced her pleasure. “Ahh, Yeeeeeeesss!” She bucked wildly, grinding her clit against his tongue. “Oooh, oh, mmm, yeeess, please more, oh, mmm, ah!” As she came down from the peak, she saw his hard cock lying on his stomach and gave it a few appreciative strokes.

“Oh, you are good! Now, as much as I’d like to return the favor, I need that name before I can help you out.”

He laughed, loud and long. It unsettled her for the first time during their encounter. “But you already know the name,” he said, still laughing.

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it,” she said, turning around.

“Well if you’re so confident in your skills, why don’t you make me scream it?” He challenged her gaze, and she set her mouth like flint, before cracking her signature grin. “Alright, tough guy, let’s see if you can handle the J’s best assets.”

She whipped her sports bra off and slid down his body before seizing his cock and swallowing it. He grunted as she made her final assault. “No living man could withstand it for long,” he thought. Licks and sucks so tender yet intense left him gasping, eyes closed because her naked breasts, along with the sucking, would do him in. But he couldn’t hold out any longer. He felt the rushing, the river about to burst.

“Joanna!” He shouted as he spasmed, shooting cum into her mouth. She immediately stopped and let the cum drop out back onto the hard cock, which continued to spew a few more times on his stomach. She grinned ear to ear. “See, that wasn’t so difficult.”

She kissed the tip one last time before untying him and they cleaned up before lying down to snuggle. “Thank you, my love. I always dreamed about you taking charge to dominate our lovemaking.”

“Anytime,” she said with a smile.

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