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For Devi D. NSFW
Dec. 6th, 2016 10:11 amWilliam smiled as his hands gently strummed over Devi's skin. She was laid back across the padded counter top. As he walked around her, he admired how the light from the candles shown across her skin, and how her body shifted under his gaze. He bent to kiss her lips, as he moved, a slow, deliberate pace. As he crested the top of the counter, he pulled her hands up, showing her where wrists would be tied, letting her feel the points they would lay and the restraints that were there, waiting.
His hand stroked down her arm and across one breast, fingers tweaking the nipple there as he moved, then moving lower. Across the smooth skin of her belly, he stroked, a firm, slow touch, designed not to be ticklish, or light, but not to be harsh, either. A reminder, of sorts, of his control, that control that would be exerted if she still said yes.
Down her body and across the thigh, close but not touching her pussy, his hand moved, and down again, across her legs, feeling the muscles there, and his smile rising again. He loved her shape, the sheer completeness of it, and he loved to touch and appreciate it in words and touches, both. As his hand found her foot, he reached and found the other, too, again, pulling slightly to show her, without words, where the restraints were, where her feet would be held and how.
All of this in silence, he did, and he smiled as he paced up her other side, to once more kiss her.
"Hello, lovely." His voice was soft, but sure, and he smiled again, the counter next to the one she lay on catching his eyes, his gaze roaming over the toys laid out there and earning an approving nod. Just a few, today, for this new attempt. Just a few things to try, and experience, together.
His hand stroked down her arm and across one breast, fingers tweaking the nipple there as he moved, then moving lower. Across the smooth skin of her belly, he stroked, a firm, slow touch, designed not to be ticklish, or light, but not to be harsh, either. A reminder, of sorts, of his control, that control that would be exerted if she still said yes.
Down her body and across the thigh, close but not touching her pussy, his hand moved, and down again, across her legs, feeling the muscles there, and his smile rising again. He loved her shape, the sheer completeness of it, and he loved to touch and appreciate it in words and touches, both. As his hand found her foot, he reached and found the other, too, again, pulling slightly to show her, without words, where the restraints were, where her feet would be held and how.
All of this in silence, he did, and he smiled as he paced up her other side, to once more kiss her.
"Hello, lovely." His voice was soft, but sure, and he smiled again, the counter next to the one she lay on catching his eyes, his gaze roaming over the toys laid out there and earning an approving nod. Just a few, today, for this new attempt. Just a few things to try, and experience, together.