With Her Completely Page 4

  He tugged hard and Elle put her hands down to steady herself as he ripped off her shorts and panties in one fast movement. He threw her shorts and panties to the floor and stood back looking hungrily at her shaved pussy. His tongue ran slowly over his bottom lip followed by his top teeth as he contemplated his next move.

  Elle knew this wasn’t normal and a part of her wanted to grab her shorts and run away screaming. But she’d be lying if she said she didn’t like it. She wanted to see exactly where his ‘games’ would take them.

  “Do you want to play a game with me, Elle?” She was breathless, her body quivering as though she were cold despite the warmth in the room. Her head bobbed with a nervous nod. “Then I want you to answer me the right way, now do you want to play a game with me, Elle?”

  “Yes…yes, please.” Her voice was timid. His face lit up with a crooked smile as he stepped forward. He pressed his mouth against hers, his warm lips teasing hers, his tongue inviting hers to softly to play before he pulled back.

  “Mmm, then let the games begin.” He pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket and flipped the blade open with a smirk. Elle’s heart raced and a sharp breath knotted in her throat. Had she just made a terrible mistake? He gave her a brief wink and bent down towards a box in the corner of the room.

  He cut the tape that held it closed. Elle watched him as he opened the large box with enthusiasm, tearing off the tape and throwing it in to the corner of the room like he was unwrapping a Christmas gift. When the box was finally open Austin reached in and pulled out two lengths of blue nylon rope, he turned to her with a smile.

  Elle could feel her body aching at the thought of what he was going to do. The idea of being on display for him, of being made in to his plaything, a game for him to play. It thrilled her. She had never done anything like this before. Sure she had slept with a few guys she barely knew in the past, but never completely submitted to a near stranger. Every inch of her body ached and begged for his touch even though she knew that the waiting was only going to make the ultimate climax even more incredible.

  She watched as he unraveled each strand of rope, placing one on the washer beside her and the other on the dryer. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he picked up one of the pieces of rope, taking her left foot he steadied it against his firm abs and began to wrap the rope around her ankle. As he bound the rope Elle watched him, the twists, the knots, the movement of his wrist, and then she watched as he took the other end of the rope and slipped it through the shelf to the side of the dryer.

  Again he knotted and tied the rope firmly, pulling tightly until her leg was stretched out in a one leg split and she was pulled to the very edge of the washing machine’s top. Austin stepped back and studied her again, his eyes pausing for a moment on her tight pink pussy before he took the other length of rope and secured her right ankle to the shelf on the other side of the washing machine.

  Elle sat with her legs splayed wide, unable to close them and protect her wet slit from this eager stranger. The bright blue nylon rope rubbed against her ankles, but even the chafing sent tingles of pleasure through her body as she watched excitement building up in Austin’s face.

  He stepped forward and nestled himself between her legs. Elle could feel the coldness of the button on his jeans pushing against her pussy. A light shiver traced up her back as she tried to wiggle away from him a bit. He slid her t-shirt over her head and tugged her bra cups down. He let out a gasp and gripped her breasts with his hands, squeezing them firmly. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as his fingers squeezed her flesh. He leaned in and sucked her nipples with a deep loud sigh. Elle did her best to resist the urge of grabbing his head and pushing him down to her pussy.

  “Mmmm” Austin slipped her nipple from his mouth and came face to face with her, his eyes to hers, his forehead pressed to hers. She could feel his breath coming faster as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer—as close as the ropes around her ankles would allow. Elle felt as though she were going to split in two as he pulled her, his fingers grasping her flesh. Air hissed through her teeth as she took a breath in. The rope dug into her ankles and stretched her muscles, it wasn’t a comfortable position.

  She heard nothing but the pumping of her blood through her veins, feeling the hunger at the apex of her thighs. Warmth radiated from her body as he slid his hands to the tops of her inner thighs, moving them slowly as he crouched down, coming eye level with her sweet wet pussy. His hands were rough and his breath warm.

  Elle had her eyes clenched shut and her head thrown back in anticipation, waiting for the first flick of his tongue. He leaned in to her sweet scent, his lips barely touching her.

  “Ahh…” Elle’s breath caught in her chest as she gasped. Austin traced his tongue delicately over her soft pink lips, pausing only for a moment at the very peak of her excitement.

  “Oh fuck. That feels good.” Elle whimpered as she tried her best to wiggle closer to his mouth. The rope dug deeper, reddening her pale skin.

  He let out a brief laugh as he closed his lips around her clit, humming lightly, softly, letting his tongue play with her for just seconds before pulling away and stepping back to admire her perfect pussy on display. There was nothing he savored more than a perfect naked body on display and ready to be served up for him. He could already feel his cock swelling as he popped open the button on his blue jeans and slid them down to his mid-thighs.

  Elle stared down at Austin’s dick, it was much thicker than any man she had been with before and she couldn't begin to imagine just how he was going to stuff it inside her. She looked up to his glimmering chestnut eyes, the fire in them sent lightning bolts of excitement shooting through her body and suddenly she didn't care. One way or another he was going to stuff his fat cock between her legs and that’s exactly what she wanted.

  The logistics of it all no longer mattered as Elle eyed that big soda can sized dick, all that mattered was that she had to have it deep inside her, and soon. Austin wrapped his hand around the shaft of his cock, squeezing it hard and Elle watched the thick veins throbbing as he worked his hand down his cock shaft.

  His eyes moved from his cock to her pussy and then traced down her thighs, to her calves and finally stopped at her ankles. Elle knew then that this was just the tip of the iceberg for Austin’s games and the thought of what other things he might have in store for her sent longing through every inch of her body.

  Austin stepped closer, his dick level with her tight pink pussy and he lightly teased her with the crown of his cock, rubbing himself against her wet lips.

  She let out a shivered breath. She wanted more but she knew better than to ask, better than to try to take this game in to her own hands. Austin’s eyes locked on to hers, those warm chestnut eyes inviting her in to his world, begging her to become his new playmate as he said nothing.

  He stared in to her, reading her hunger, her longing as he eased forward, stretching her wide with the thick width of his cock. Elle bit down hard on her lip until she tasted small bit of blood, she sucked her lip in to the warmth of her mouth as he pushed further inside. She wanted to wrap her legs around him as her walls enveloped around his thickness, but the restraints stopped her.

  With the pleasure of his cock stroking her velvet pink pussy there came shivers of pain as he stretched her wider. Each time he pushed just a little further and each time she pulled her ankles harder against the restraints, burning them, scraping her flesh and yet all she could think about was getting more of him inside.

  Then it happened, he bucked hard, one more slight thrust and the entire length of his cock slid inside. The sweet sense of relief combined with the intense pleasure as she felt the freedom of his thick cock head press deeper and for just a second he stilled. Even as his body stilled, Austin’s breath came fast and his hands reached back grabbing for her nylon rope bound ankles.

  His fingers played with the rough edges of the rope as he jabbed himself deeper. Elle let out a small yelp as a brief bit of pain at
tacked her core. He looked at her with a smirk. Clearly her discomfort wasn’t a priority for him.

  His fingers wrapped around the rough nylon and Elle leaned back sliding herself forward in to him as much as the ropes would allow. She felt the base of his cock rub against her and the tip of his cock teasing her most sensitive of places as he thrust.

  “Do you like games, Elle?” His voice was a dark rumble, more so than she remembered. As he spoke there was something much more sultry to his tone but it only made Elle want more of him. She nodded obediently. Austin let his fingers slide from her ankles up her shapely legs until his hands came to rest on her thighs. He forced them further apart, stretching her muscles to their limits as he drew back and eased his cock forward—slow and deep.

  This time as his cock teased her as he rocked gently, moving just fractionally, running himself against the grip of her pussy lips. He was practically begging her to cum for him. Elle could feel him resisting the urge to fuck her faster with every stroke he made, every short little rock forward made his cock throb, made each vein stand out even more than it had before. She knew she would barely be able to take any more and she looked deep in to his hazel eyes. They were focused intently on his cock easing in and out of her tight pussy. He watched every spasm of her pleasure.

  It started with a slow tingle that made her toes start to curl and as they did her legs pulled hard against the nylon rope, almost cutting off her circulation and making the abrasions on her legs even longer and deeper.

  Austin felt her beginning to pull against the ropes, he felt her body start to tremble, her thighs beginning to squeeze around him the best she could and her tight pussy start to ripple in anticipation. The silent throbs of impending release sent shockwaves through Elle’s body as she couldn't help but pant loudly this time, her tight pussy now clenching around his rock hard cock.

  It was only as she began to feel herself topple over the very peak of her ecstasy that she felt the first throbbing explosion of Austin’s fat cock inside her. His ass cheeks clenched as he forced himself as deep as he could, mouth locked open. The explosion of hot and sticky cum was all it took to push Elle in to the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

  Her pussy clenched with bursts of excitement, squeezing tight around his monster cock, refusing to let go until she had drained every drop of his warm milky cum. She felt every single shot as he filled her with his seed and every shot only served to extend her orgasm just that little bit more. He jabbed slightly deeper with every pump of his cock.

  Finally, he slowly stepped back, his thick cock sliding gently out of her stretched pussy. The very instant he was free from her grip, Elle could feel the void. His sticky hot cum dribbled out of her pussy, pooling on the top of the washing machine and slowly starting to run down the front. She was amazed at how much cum he had.

  Austin stepped back for a moment to admire his artwork, his newest conquest, still tied with brilliant blue nylon rope, her used pussy leaking his cum. If he could have, he would have kept her there forever, his own little game.

  His plaything.

  His eyes glanced at the pool of cum trailing from her still throbbing pussy and down her thighs. He traced the length of her legs until he got to her ankles where his gaze lingered on the blue rope, it had always been one of his favorites.

  Elle’s breathing was starting to slow and she smiled as she watched him admiring his handy work. She hadn't quite imagined that this is how her night was going to go when she went over to help a neighbor in ‘need’ but if she was being honest she couldn't exactly say that she cared.

  As she sat there on top of the washer with her legs splayed wide open, her ankles bound and her pussy leaking cum, Elle couldn't help but think that she had just hit the jackpot with her new neighbor.

  The blue nylon ropes were bound together and put back in their box, the washing machine was wiped down and Elle sat on Austin’s couch with a fresh bottle of water in his hand.

  “So…umm…” Austin seemed to be having a little trouble getting back in to the swing of conversation following their intimate introduction.

  “Do you play any other games?” Elle interrupted him with a naughty smile and Austin couldn't help but smirk back, this was obviously a topic that he enjoyed talking about.

  “Oh, I have plenty of toys and games to play.” He paused for a moment as he thought, “I mean, they’re all along the same kind of theme but depending on the toy or game you pick things can be either very fun or very serious but either way you choose to play you are guaranteed to enjoy yourself.”

  He gave her a wink, seemingly happy with the mysterious-ness of his speech. Elle was not so happy however, she was much more intrigued than anything, she wanted to know what these other toys and games looked like and what they entailed. Because from the sounds of it, the game she had just played was only the tip of the iceberg.

  However, tip of the iceberg or not, Elle had had more fun being tied up in Austin’s laundry room than she had had with the last three guys she’d slept with. So she was more than ready to find out what experiences still laid packed away in his moving boxes.

  “Wanna tell me about some of them? Or maybe…you know…if you aren't too busy…you could show me some of them sometime?” She flashed him a smirk.

  This was something she could get used to.

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  She saw him at check in, he was tall handsome and he was looking her way. She blushed slightly feeling his eyes undressing her. She fought to ignore him. There were a lot of men at this place, but that wasn’t what she was here for. She needed time for Daisy. She’d come thousands of miles to this place to relax and restart.

  The resort was situated on the beach and each room faced the water. She found her room to be well-appointed and comfortable. She also had a balcony that she planned to spend a lot of time on in the mornings.

  After she was officially unpacked and settled she headed out to the pool side bar to grab a drink and read a book she had been meaning to read for the longest time. As she picked her lounge chair out she saw him again. Tall dark and handsome and just on the other side of the pool looking her way. This time she felt exposed—being only in her bikini. She smiled briefly and quickly buried her nose in her book. She had to remind herself again of why she was there, no men at all ever.

  After just four days this was by far the best vacation she had ever taken. The sand was soft and warm, the sun kissed her skin every morning and she smiled a blissful grin each night before bed. She never thought being alone could be such a wonderful feeling, but here all the past troubles just melted away like the ice in her margarita.

  Ten years of marriage led her to this place. Ten years of pain, sadness and depression. He was a decent man in the beginning, but as time wore on it was clear they weren’t meant to be together. He just wasn’t the man she needed. He was honestly more feminine than she was and that didn’t work for her.

  She wanted someone to take her and make her glad she was a woman. Someone who was big and strong, aggressive and sinfully sexual. So here she sat, on this white beach figuring out what she was going to do next. She’d finished reading her book already after only four days and she was ready for more adventure. She spent a couple days planning a few day trips to the more remote areas and felt she had her fair share of excitement coming.

  By the sixth day she was fully recharged and started to explore the little island more. She walked the beaches and soaked in the surrounding area. After getting particularly adventurous one day she realized she had wondered further than she probably should have and was, most likely, lost.

  She came around a small cove and saw what looked like a wrecked sail boat. It was rather large and in rough shape, but a small amount of smoke could be seen rising over the boat. She picked up her pace thinking someone might be injured and need help.

  “Hello?” She
circle the bow of the boat and ran directly into a hard wall.

  A hard wall that turned out to be man. “Ophf.” She started to fall but he caught her in a tight grip on the way down.

  “Whoa there little lady.” He stood her up as she got a good look at him. He was tall, over 6 feet easily. He had the most amazing aqua blue eyes that had a hint of green that the sun danced in. He was shirtless and cut like granite. His one arm was covered in various tattoos. His black hair was a little long and the wind whipped it around his face. Smudges of gold beach sand speckled along his razor sharp jaw line.

  “God I’m so sorry, I thought there was a problem here. I saw smoke.” She stepped back a little. He still held onto her. She felt the heat rise in her from the touch of his hand up her arm into her chest. She tried to step back, but he held her still. He looked into her eyes, giving her a chill as she felt him looking into her soul.

  “So Daisy, are you enjoying your stay?” His grasp was strong as he held her gaze.

  “Um yes, do I know you?” She was confused, she didn’t recognized him at all.

  “Not really, I saw you checking in the hotel and I’ve seen you around.” He smiled. “I didn’t mean scare you. I only knew your name because you signed up for one of my sunset sails. Pictures of the guests are attached to the file. For safety reasons.”