I was going to make her mine. We had made an agreement. I would do wathever I wanted for one night. Just one night. And then she would choose.

She was spread eagled on my bed, wrists and ankles tied up to the frame with a length or rope each, a leather blindfold covering her eyes, a black ball gag filling her mouth. She was defenseless. She was mine. I was the composer. She would be my Bolero.

I slid my fingers across her shins, slowly. Then I caressed the sides of her calves looking for every curve. Still no reactions. She was though. I drawed circles on her knees while, at the same time, I kissed her toes one by one. My hands kept going up, caresing her thighs, mapping them in my head. I liked her toes with my tongue. My hands reached the top of her thighs. I was distracted down there so my fingers touched the edges of her labia. She sighed. I apologized in silence. Not yet, dear lady.

That little mistake embarrased me. I had planned that night carefully. It had to be perfect. My shame made me lose my temper for a moment. Just a moment, but enough to let my instincts take control. I nibbled her big toe. Shit! Not yet! Second mistake.



I folded her legs so her feet rested at the sides of her hips. I signaled her to lift her back and helped her mantain the posture with an arm. With the other I placed a cushion below her upper back and slided a length of rope below her waist. I lowered her carefully. There wasn't any danger but I wanted to make her understand a simple idea. I was I charge. She was absolutely mine. Just for a night. I tied her ankles with the rope. I made sure that her position was comfortable. I didn't want her suffering. I wanted her defenseless. I wanted her to be mine.

There I had a lot more of skin to sample. I kissed her in the middle of her tummy and caressed the sides of her abdomen. Then I had to decide whether I wanted to go up or down in the first place. I decided to go upwards, so I kissed my way up to the middle of her breasts. My hands followed the direction of my lips until they reached her armpits. She squirmed a bit. She could have thought I was trying to tickle her. I wasn't.

I kept moving towards her neck avoiding to touch it. There would be time for that later. My hands followed their own path towards her hands. Her breath has increased its pace. I could feel her hearts through my lips. My attentions were starting to affect her notieably. Her reactions became more intense when I kissed her breasts and caressed the inner side of her upper arms. My hands left her arms and seeked her breasts, always avoiding to lose contact with her skin. I made sure I didn't touch her nipples. That would come later.

My lips found her groin. I kissed her navel and went down from there. She uttered a short moan when I kissed her mound. She squirmed trying to mantain such a sensitive area in contact with my lips. I smiled. My plan was working despite my small mistakes. Not yet, dear lady, there was still a lot of skin to worship. She groaned.



I released her hands and helped her raise her back, so she was sitting with her ankles still tied up behind. I tied her wrist together with a length or rope, which I looped around her neck, placing her hands in front of her chest and just below her chin. Then I tied her hair in a ponytail. Her back was finally free and I could put it in good use.

I had had a lot of patience until then but the moment had come to free myself a bit. After all I was as excited as she was. I deserved a reward for my efforts. I caressed her shoulders rubbing slightly the base of her neck. I couldn't fight the urge any longer and nibbled her shoulder. I musted have got too carried away because she strongly complained and tried to move away. Shit! Too intense. Third mistake.

I kissed every and each of her vertebras while my hands zigzagged down the sides of her back and up to her shoulders again. She squirmed and groaned. I wanted her that way, anxious and yearning to hear the last notes. No, dear lady. That was my night and I was going to make the most of it.

Her goosebumps fascinated me. I needed to taste them. I used my tongue to go down all her spine up to her nape, whereby I got the first big moan of the night. My previous mistakes seemed to have been forgiven. The night was going well. She was going to be mine, I hoped.

We were halfway so I could start to touch the important spots. I hugged her from the back so my hairy chest could tickle her back. I kissed her neck several times while my index fingers made circles around her already erect nipples. She started to moan softly and repeatedly. My thumbs joined my index fingers in the delicate task of managing her nipples. The logical part of my brain shut down again for half a second and I nibbled her neck. I had left a mark on her skin but she didn't complain that time as she was distracted with something else.

I kissed her on the cheeks and forehead and I could sense in my face the air escaping her nose. I nibbled her earlobe and the upper half of her ear while my hands caressed her breasts letting her nipples rest for a moment. I stuck my tongue inside her ear as far as it could go. For her reaction I deduced that no one had done that before. After all it was my desire to own everything of her that was under my reach.



I made her bend down until her forehead was touching the matress. I tied a rope to the one tying her hands, passed it below the bed and joined its other end again to her wrists. With another rope I tied her knee, passed it also below the bed and tied the other end to her other knee. Her ass was quite available and all mine. I slapped softly her right buttock and she growled. I did the same with the other but she didn't complain. We had stated before that I would stop whenever she wanted. Her silence was quite eloquent, she wanted me to keep going.

The sight of her ass, so vulnerable and so mine, was igniting some powerful feelings inside me. But I had to contain myself. I still had to worship her calves and thighs as they deserved. I allowed myself the luxury of a small craving. While my fingers were massaging the back of her legs, in case the previous positions had harmed her, I kissed her nether lips, which she replied with a strong moan. She squirmed trying to obtain more contact on that part of her anatomy, but I wasn't there anymore. Instead I was busy kissing her thighs and buttocks.

With that, one of my dreams came true. Five hundred and forty seven freckless. Sixty eight moles. I saved the data in my organic hard disk. Then I could focus on the essentials. Not yet, though. I had one last urge, besides the obvious one about what my cyclops friend between my legs was warning me. I branded that awesome ass with a hickey. It still was going to be mine for a few hours more, after all.

I rubbed the tip of my nose against her pink soft flesh inside her labia. She grunted, as, apparently she was in a rush. I smelled her arousal and could verify that there was enough humidity.

I dipped my pinky finger in the sauce and kissed softly her ass as a warning. My finger had been tasked with a little exploration project and it accomplished its duty. She whimpered briefly. Just once. In case she was feeling uncomfortable she didn't show any other sign. I kept thrusting for a while. Each penetration was coordinated with a soft nibble on her buttocks. With the index finger of my other hand I caressed her inner labia threatening to go further but actually withdrawing every time.



I untied all the ropes except the one holding her hands in front of her neck and made her lie down on her back. She groaned a couple of times. She clearly had also an urge. With a length of rope, I made a knot around her knee, coiled it around her shoulder, passed it below her neck, coiled it around her other shoulder and tied the other end around her other knee.

There. The end of the road. So open. So vulnerable. So mine. I bit my lower lip. That was the key moment. My previous small mistakes had been easily forgiven. A failure there would be catastrophic. The pressure was huge, I had to fulfill her expectations and my own.

It all started like love stories use to start, with a kiss. I kissed her nether lips on both sides, bottom and finally on top rubbing the magic button. I stuck a finger and then another one and caressed her g-spot. Before coming out I kissed and licked her clit what she thanked a lot. There was no point on delaying the inevitable. My cyclopean friend entered her. Her muffled sounds of pleasure encouraged me to keep going. I grabbed her waist with my hands and lost myself far beyond the shores of insanity.

She did her best to help me keeping the rhythm with her knees tied as they were. After all, she knew better than anyone which rhythm did she like. I kept pounding for what felt like hours. She kept moaning and rising her hips hurrying me and at the same time helping me improve the experience. I was grunting like a wild animal. Sometimes a flash of rationality hit my brain and I wondered if I was being too rude, but she never complained. At the contrary, she wanted more.

Due to all the previous teasing she came before, so her contractions brought closer my own conclusion. We were both sweating and gasping. Then I realized that her nostrils might not be enough so I quickly removed the gag. She didn't utter any sound more than the spirited exchange of air.

There was the end of the line. The moment in which either the story would come to an end or the next chapter would begin. The moment in which the night could become an amazing memory or the starting gun shot for the sublime.

-So...?- I whispered, a sudden sea of fear and doubts threatening to drown me.

-Yes!- Her moan filled my ears, and my bedroom, and echoed in my soul.

I needed several minutes to assimilate her answer and look for the best possible reaction. In fact, there was only one option. I kissed her lips and closed again the ballgag in her mouth, which she accepted without hesitation. She needed to get used to it, from that moment on it was going to be there a lot of time.