Rope Marks

"What do you need, Cyra?" I softly growled at the trembling, naked, beauty.

She swallowed and licked her lips but did not reply to my question. I pulled her closer to me and lifted her wrists to the middle of her back, her elbows bent and her shoulders twisted to the point of resistance. Cyra grimaced and inhaled deep through clenched teeth at the heat growing in her bent and twisted joints. The air hissed into her mouth as she took the breath. Still, she did not reply. I grinned at her and Cyra turned her head to avert my stare.

"As you wish, whore," I snarled and walked her into the kitchen. I shoved her ass against the small counter top of the sink. A wine glass and an open bottle of wine on the counter shook from the force of Cyra's body crashing against the edge of the counter.

I released her wrists, spun her around and kneaded her firm ass cheeks. Cyra moaned, parted her legs and leaned forward with both her palms placed flat on the counter's surface for support. She offered her ready to be fucked pussy to me. She shivered when I slid my hand over her pussy, and moaned as my hand left her dripping slit and slid down her leg to the back of her knee. I lifted her left leg and placed her knee on the counter. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her face onto the counter.

I grabbed the wine bottle and skimmed it slowly down the back of her neck, down her spine and rested its throat on the opening of her pussy. Cyra trembled with anticipation. What I was providing her was what she had ached to experience. To be taken however her lover wanted. To have no say in what dirty things that would be done to her body. The thought of being fucked with a wine bottle almost made Cyra come. Her pussy clenched tight and her belly fluttered. The coolness of the bottle felt heavenly against her hot slit. Cyra silently prepared herself for the hard glass to stretch and fill her insides. She relaxed her pussy muscles and exhaled slowly.

I twisted the bottle against her slick opening, teasing Cyra, allowing the need to have her pussy filled intensify. I brushed her hair way from the side of her face. I wanted to observe her facial expressions as they morphed from suffering to ecstasy.

Without warning, I pushed the entire length of the bottle's neck deep inside Cyra. The bottle's shoulder came to rest, in a perfect circle, against Cyra's stretched opening. She gasped and clenched her jaw at the sudden invasion.

"Shhh," I snarled at her. "You have to take much more than this to please me, Cyra."

Cyra sensed my eyes on her face; she shifted her wide open eyes to meet my gaze. I pulled the bottle out of her pussy slowly and pushed it back inside her just as slow. When I felt resistance, I pushed the bottle with more force and penetrated her a little bit deeper. Cyra grimaced and whimpered at the burning sensation between her legs. Her pussy was stretched wider than she had ever experienced.

"I am going to stretch your pussy a little bit more, Cyra, and will not pull the bottle out of you until you come."

She gasped and tried to blink away the tears that filled her eyes. Cyra moaned as I pushed the bottle deeper into her. Her body began to shake; she let out a long, loud wail as her orgasm began. Her pussy clenched, I pulled the bottle out of her and pressed my hips against hers, to keep her from collapsing to the floor as her body shook uncontrollably. When she stopped her groaning and shaking, I grabbed her by the hair and stood her up to face me. Her face, neck and the top of her chest was flushed a deep red.

"You suffer with such a rare, delicate, and almost breathtaking beauty, Cyra," I growled.

Cyra shivered at my words. I lifted the bottle of wine to my mouth and licked her cum off its neck. I grinned and took a swig of wine. I kept the fruity, dry liquid in my mouth. I snapped Cyra's head back and lowered my lips to hers. She opened her mouth and I spilled the wine from mouth into hers. Cyra swallowed the wine with one gulp to sate her thirst.

I pushed her down onto her knees, unzipped my pants and freed my cock. She smiled and reached for my fully erect cock with both her hands. She gripped it tight and pulled the skin back, fully exposing my throbbing, swollen, purple head.

Cyra grinned, looked up at me and whispered, "My soft lips gliding over the head of your cock, slowly, ever so fucking slowly?"

"Yes," I growled.

Cyra licked her lips and placed them on the tip of my cock. She slid her lips slowly over the head of my cock. When her lips slid over its ridge, she pulled her head back slowly until her lips reached the tip. She placed a gentle kiss on my cock and slid her lips achingly slow over the head of my cock.

"Fuuuck!" I growled as a shiver ran up my spine and my balls tightened.

Cyra continued to concentrate on how slow her lips were gliding over my twitching cock's head. Her eyes were locked on my face, observing the pleasure she was providing me with her mouth. I grabbed Cyra's head with both my hands, to steady myself, when I couldn't contain the pressure that had built up at the base of my cock any longer. I grunted, Cyra kept still, the corners of her mouth curled in a satisfied smile and as my cum filled her mouth. When I stopped twitching between her lips, she swallowed my seed.

Cyra licked my cock clean, tucked it back into my pants and pulled up the zipper. She pulled out a chair from the small kitchen table and motioned for me to sit in it. When I was seated, she sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. I placed a hand on the top of her thigh and gently caressed her skin. Cyra moaned when my fingers slid over the indentation on the top of her thigh where the edge of the counter top had left its mark.

She looked down at the top of her thigh and smiled, "I think that's one of my favorite things after sex, looking at and touching any marks on my flesh. I haven't experienced that as often as I would like to, unfortunately. One of my favorite ways to masturbate is to press my breasts hard against my bed's headboard. I love touching and looking at the deep mark it leaves across my breasts."

I grinned at what Cyra had confessed to me. "Be at my condo, at seven, tomorrow."

I buzzed Cyra into my condo at seven sharp. She stood outside my door, took a deep breath and knocked three times. I opened the door and motioned for Cyra to enter.

"Hi, again," she smiled as she entered and got up on her toes to kiss me.

"Hello again, Cyra," I grinned.

She bent at the waist and reached to remove her heels.

"Keep your stilettos on. Disrobe," I calmly ordered. "You don't get any foreplay tonight."

Cyra's throat and chest immediately felt tight. Warmth slowly spread from between her legs and into her belly and the top of her thighs. I hungrily watched on as she slid the straps of the dress over her shoulders, reached behind her back and pulled the zipper. When she brought her arms forward the dress fell to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties. Her pale skin glistened in the light. Her hard, pink nipples jutted out from her soft, firm breasts and begged to be sucked and pinched.

I grabbed her arm, walked her to my bedroom and positioned her facing the foot of the bed. When she spotted the six, neatly coiled ropes on the mattress she turned to me, hoping I would provide an explanation, or at minimum, a hint of what was in store for. I held her gaze as I reached a rope from the bed and uncoiled it.

I placed my hand in the middle of her back. My touch raised goosebumps on her skin and raised the hairs on the back of her neck. I pushed her face first onto the bed. A gasp escaped her as she bounced and came to rest on the mattress. I placed one knee between her legs and slapped her tight ass. Cyra flinched and brought both her hands to her ass to protect it from another smack. I grabbed her wrist, cinched the rope around it and smacked her ass again. Cyra yelped and covered her ass again.

I dragged the rope that held her wrist up her back. Cyra fought hard to resist and stop me from pulling her hand away from the sting in her ass cheeks. I easily over powered her, grabbed her free wrist and placed it on top the other, just above the small of back. I wrapped the rope around both her wrist. Cyra bucked her hips and managed to free one hand. She brought her free hand to cover her ass. I growled at her and placed my knee across hips to keep her from squirming. Her pussy was dripping wet. Being over powered as she struggled aroused Cyra more than she had imagined it would. No other lover had ever understood the unspoken need in her resistance.

I wrapped the rope four times around both her wrists and closed the double column tie. Cyra gasped as she tried to free her hands. I grabbed another rope and whipped it across her back. A red streak appeared instantaneously on her porcelain like skin. The sight made me hard. Cyra cringed at the sting between her shoulder blades and pushed her face into the mattress. I whipped the rope across ass. Cyra moaned and pushed her hips hard into the mattress. I grabbed her by the hair, forced her on to her knees and kneeled behind her.

I wrapped a rope around her arms and over her breasts, two passes of the rope across the tops of her breasts and a single pass of the rope, tight, under her breasts. They swelled outwards from where the rope dug into her flesh. I reached around her with my hands and rolled her nipples between my finger and thumb. Cyra moaned and hunched her shoulders in an attempt to free her nipples when I pulled them hard away from her chest. The hot pain that radiated from her nipples set off a tingling sensation in her clit.

I pushed Cyra face down on the mattress and rolled her onto her back. I placed my hands on either side of her shoulders and stared into the fire in her big, beautiful, hungry, brown eyes. I know who she is. I've only just met her but; I know who she is and what she's in search of. It's not about the submission for Cyra. It's not about the coercion or the pain or the pleasure. She hungers to be made to surrender to a lover. To surrender everything she is, her thoughts, her body, and her needs. Her arousal, her orgasms, her shame and her embarrassment. To surrender completely to a lover who is worthy and understands what she is searching for. Women that are aroused by the same sexual fantasies as Cyra are searching for someone to surrender to. It's not about their submissiveness. That part of their sexual fingerprint is who they are. They'll be submissive in bed with any lover they choose to lie down with, to varying degrees. Surrendering of her free will was the ultimate state of arousal for Cyra.

I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her, softly, gently and passionately. Her arousal flared as she kissed me back just as soft and passionately. Her body became relaxed, her breathing wasn't labored. Cyra spread her legs and lifted her knees, offering me her pussy, like a virgin asking her soon to be first lover to sink his cock into her. There was no more resistance in her. There was no need in Cyra to struggle against anything I would do to her. For the first time in her life she was able to completely surrender to a lover.

She was ready to be fucked but, I wanted her bound in more of my rope. I grabbed another rope, uncoiled it and wrapped half its length around the middle her thigh. I bent her leg and wrapped the rest of the rope around her upper thigh and lower shin, just above her ankle. I tied her other leg in the exact same pattern. Part of beauty is symmetry. Cyra's body is beautiful and I wanted to make it more beautiful, for her, not me.

I stood from my bed and stripped. Cyra watched me through glazed eyes. With each twitch of my cock she observed, she felt a throb in her clit and its twitch in her belly. The way she looked at my fully erect cock with eyes full of hunger and need made me growl. Her whole being begged for me to fill her with my cock and paint her insides with my cum. I crawled between her bound and folded legs and teased her clit with the tip of my cock. I peeled back her lower lip and licked its soft, moist inside. With a shift of my hips I aimed the tip of my cock at her dripping hole and slowly filled her pussy with my cock's entire length as I bit down on her lip. I remained still and buried to the hilt in Cyra, closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock. She was tight, hot, slick and quivering.

Cyra let her mind and body surrender to the moment. She felt as if her arms and legs would float away if it wasn't for the ropes holding her together. Her mouth open wide, frozen in a silent scream. Her eyes unfocused and rolled back. She had never before had felt as full as she felt in that moment. My hard, twitching cock filled her to the brim.

Slowly, I pulled half my length out of her pussy; I placed my mouth over Cyra's and thrust deep and hard back into her pussy. She moaned into my mouth and gasped softly when I bottomed out inside her. I slid my arms under her shoulders and squeezed her body tight to me as I increased the force and rhythm of the fucking. Cyra moaned louder and longer with each thrust of my hips. I felt the walls of her pussy get slicker and tighter as I continued to pound her closer to the magical moment of orgasm. Suddenly, she snapped her head back and her body began to shudder. Her pussy squeezed tight around my cock. The friction was almost painful as I continued to thrust in and out of her shrinking pussy. My balls tightened, pressure built up quickly at the base of my cock. I grunted with every remaining downward thrust of my hips. I fought hard against the inevitable release of cum. Cyra came hard, I buried my cock inside her with one last crash of my hips and exploded deep into her womb.

Neither one of us was capable of taking another breath. My lungs began to burn, my mind was spinning. I collapsed on top of Cyra and drew a deep breath. We remained motionless, breathing like we had finally crossed the finish line of a triathlon. Cyra moaned and stirred beneath me. I rolled off her. She gasped as my cock plopped out of her and then moaned in lament as she thrust her quivering hips to protest the emptiness she suddenly felt. I caught my breath and freed Cyra from my ropes. She stretched her arms and legs, then rubbed her wrists. As she recovered from her orgasm, she realized there were peaks and valleys on her wrists. She lifted her hands to her face and smiled when she saw the rope marks that adorned her wrists. Her eyes shot open at the realization that she could have ropes marks on her breasts, arms and legs. I grinned as I watched her brain process the information as she sat up and ran her fingers over the rope marks on her breasts, arms and legs.

I brushed her arm and said, "There is a full length mirror in the bathroom, Cyra. Your porcelain skin is the perfect canvas for rope marks. Go have a look. I know you'll be more than pleased at the design I left on your body."

Cyra kissed me hard as she slowly crawled over my body and grinned as she slid her breasts across my chest. I glared at the wiggle in her hips and ass as she walked away from me. The stilettos she was wearing made her nakedness look all the sexier. When Cyra returned to my bed, I would take her ass. I had to fuck her ass. After a short silence, I heard gasps and moans as she inspected and marveled at the twisted design etched deep in her skin.

"I am absolutely in love with your rope, Gil!" she called out as she made her way back to my bed.

She stopped a few feet away from the bed and stood motionless. Cyra smiled 'that' smile at me. The smile only a woman can give you when you've touched her in a place no one else before you has ever touched. There is no mistaking it when you see it. Because the feeling it gives you is like no other feeling that you can compare it to. It's something that a man isn't capable of ever forgetting. Because, that smile, touches him, too. It touches the parts of you that make you a man. No matter how perfect or imperfect they may be.

She walked to the side of my bed and removed her stilettos. "That was a very beautiful thing you did for me, Gil. Thank you."

Cyra kneeled on the floor, placed her arm across my chest and rested her head upon her arm. She gazed at me in silence as she gently caressed my lips with her fingertips. Smiling.