She returns to my cock, locked down by the belt and fully engorged. She shifts back to examine it. Her hands grasp it tightly, squeezing it to the end. The skin is tight over the swelling.
Her attention is painful but good. She leans down, sliding my cock between her breasts. She moves up and down, working it with tender softness.
I find my control attempting to slip away, but it is all for naught, because she has bound me perfectly and well. For the moment I forget about the bindings, letting the pleasure of her working me blend with the discomfort of the position.
I do not know her game or where she intends to take this. I find I do not particularly care. If this is how I go, I will enjoy it to the fullest. There are worse ways to be dispatched than by a beautiful naked woman who has outsmarted you.
She is a vision, the blond pixie hair, the enormous eyelashes, pert nose, and that body. Her hands cup both breasts, ensuring a snug fit for my cock as she eases it up and down between them.
She slides down. Her lips close over the end of my cock, and I suck in a breath. The pleasure pounds through my body like an electrical current.
She swallows me whole.
I am ready to die.
