Bound to the Bed Frame – Part 2
She was burning at the edges — wet, stretched, trembling beneath his touch. But this wasn’t the end. Not yet. He knew it. She knew it. Everything had its rhythm — and now he held the baton.
He stepped back for a moment, and she heard the sound of latex stretching over his hands — first one, then the other. He moved methodically, slowly, as if every preparation were part of the ritual. He loved drawing out the tension. Loved making her body beg before giving it anything.
-Still - he whispered.
She was tied down, but still tried to move — instinctively shifting toward him, as if her body wanted to match his presence. She felt the air change. Felt the shift — when domination stopped being a game and became complete possession.
He pushed her thighs even wider with his knee. She felt his weight settle between them, his warmth pressing against her skin — and then… the push. Hard. Slow. Deep.
He entered her in one movement, filling her completely.
-Now you’re mine - he whispered into her ear - No words. No questions. Just your body. Just instinct.
Her toes curled. Tension exploded through her. Each of his thrusts was deliberate, intense, controlled — like he knew the tempo of her heart and had taken it over. With every stroke, she felt herself letting go of something more: pride, control, language.
In return, she received ecstasy.
The collar around her neck, the cuffs, the clamps — all those symbols had stopped being props. Now they were tools of immersion. Heat pulsed inside her, growing closer to eruption with every second. But she couldn’t. Not yet.
-Don’t come - he commanded.
She whimpered softly, the sound turning into a sigh. His hands gripped her hips hard, driving deeper, faster, until everything blurred into one — breath, motion, force. She could feel her body pleading, her heart wanting to freeze time, but the word "no" echoed in her mind.
Then he leaned down. He removed the clamps from her nipples, sending a wave of heat rushing through her chest like an explosion. His lips were at her ear again.
-Now. For me.
And it came.
Not like a wave — like a storm. Ripping, convulsing, endless. She trembled beneath him, entirely, soaked in sweat and ecstasy. He held her hips firmly, allowing himself to come with her — inside her, together. Loudly. Truly.
A moment later, he unfastened the cuffs. Took off the collar. But he didn’t say a word.
Because she lay there — relaxed, exhausted, but smiling.
Because when control no longer belongs to you… that’s when you finally feel everything.