Fit to be tied (part two)

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She was ready to burst. Crouched naked on the floor of her office, hands secured in the cuffs resting against her lower back, her cheeks parted like an open invitation as He stood behind her. The blindfold sealing the light from her eyes helped her focus, but it wasn't really necessary. If He told her to keep her eyes shut, she would obey without question.

Probably.

Maybe.

…perhaps the blindfold was a good idea after all. At this point, she wasn't sure if she could trust herself. Maybe a better question, however, was how much she could trust HIM.

Only time would tell. And she was a willing servant of disbelief, at least until such time as. Such time as He gave permission for her geyser to explode, anyway. Then she'd see...tee hee.

Keeping in control was so difficult! Especially as she imagined Him, hovering over her, just...doing what? Looking? Observing? Waiting for a reaction? Oh, if He only knew how close to orgasm she was, just by having Him near. Imagining Him looking at her. Touching her.

Fucking her within an inch of her life. Why didn't he get ON with it?

She could just make out a barely audible hint of His breathing. Was it heavier than usual? Was he panting?

Just her imagination, probably. He would NEVER lose control that way. Not as far as she knew.

A drop of 'sweat' trickled down from the parting just below her cheeks. What was SHE going to do to keep in control?

Fortunately, that wasn't up to her, either. If M wanted her to keep control, she would do her best. If He wanted her to squirt all over his face, she would be more than obliging. Oh, how she WISHED she had permission!

Better not go there, she thought as the trickly itch in her nethers started to feel like a bad case of poison ivy. Her hands twitched involuntarily inside her metal clasps as she tried to stifle the thoughts she had no command of.

'So beautiful...' He whispered. 'So desirable.'

His words sliced through her bleeding thoughts like severed veins in a hot bath, giving her a much appreciated diversion. She wondered how obvious her gooseflesh was, as she shivered to spite the stifling heat around her. Guess she should have bought a fan for her store after all! Or at least for the back room...

'Who's cunt?' He said, more audibly.

'Master's...' she croaked. Her throat was so dry! Her nipples stiffened as she thought of His cock lubricating her parched mouth. Feeling his glans prod and suffocate her so deliciously. Mouth, cunt, ass...we're so ready for you, Master!

Oh, god - she didn't know how much longer she could take this - and He hadn't even touched her yet!

And then it happened.