A little smut for your New Year's, perhaps? ;-)
Chapter 8: Always Another Adventure
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.
~George Eliot
Do you trust me?" Ilosovic asked, leaning over Casiphia and looking deeply into her eyes.
"Of course I do," she whispered.
"Completely?"
"Yes."
He then showed her what he was holding behind his back—several lengths of thick white silken rope.
"Hold out your wrists," he said.
She did so, feeling a sudden surge of desire so intense it was akin to vertigo as she did so, and as he gently but firmly tied her wrists together.
"Now lie down," he said, his voice hoarse.
She did so, settling herself against the pillows, and he looped the rope around the bed frame and pulled it tight. Casiphia closed her eyes and tried to remember to breathe.
"Milady?" Ilosovic said, concerned. "You are all right?"
Casiphia opened her eyes and smiled. "More than all right," she said. "Carry on, please, carry on."
Stayne then secured each of her ankles to the bed frame, straddled her body and leaned close. "What should I do now?" he said.
"Anything you like, my love," she replied, lifting her hips against him.
"Aaahh," he sighed, unbuttoning his trousers and bringing his phallus to her lips. Casiphia fervently took the shaft into her mouth, sucking, running her tongue up and down its length, feeling the softness of his skin and tasting his flesh, using her mouth to give him all the pleasure her hands could not.
Ilosovic pulled out of her mouth before he could climax, and began working his way down Casiphia's body with tongue and teeth, kissing, tasting, occasionally nipping her just hard enough to make her squeal and pull against her bonds, testing them, but which held tight.
Then he was at the most tender part of her anatomy, continuing to lick and nip. Casiphia's hips pulsed as she came closer and closer to climax, then stopped abruptly as Stayne pulled away from her and grinned, his lower face shiny from her arousal.
"What? Why?" Casiphia cried.
"First, to tease you just a little more," he said. "Secondly, because I want—to be—inside you—when you come." He punctuated each phrase with a thrust inside of her, finally pushing his considerable length as far inside her as he could go and collapsing to his elbows. She peaked within three strokes more, and he was not far behind.
The two lay still for a moment, catching their breath, replete. Then Stayne reached up to the bed frame and freed Casiphia's wrists, then reached down to do the same with her ankles, throwing his arms around her as she did the same to him.
"I've always, er, wanted, um, someone to do that," she told him, feeling unusually shy.
"Oh, really?" Ilosovic said, propping himself up on one elbow and regarding his consort with great interest.
"I do read books, you know."
"We shall have to make a regular event of this then, yes?"
"Yes, we should investigate those, er, marital bonds."
Ilosovic threw back his head and laughed. "We should indeed," he agreed.