Crave me and desire me so badly that it drives you crazy. Tie me to the bed posts and use me until I’m begging you to stop because I just can’t cum anymore. #sub#cnc#softcnc
He tightens the last knot around her wrists, the rope biting just enough to make her gasp. The blindfold settles over her eyes, plunging her into darkness, and he takes a moment to simply look—her chest rising faster, lips parted, body already shifting against the bonds.
“Stay still,” he murmurs, voice low, but he doesn’t really mean it. He wants the squirm. He wants to watch her test every inch of the rope, hips twitching, thighs pressing together as the helplessness sinks in. His fingers trail slowly down her side, and she jerks, a soft, frustrated sound escaping her throat.
He smiles, leaning in close enough that she can feel his breath against her ear. “There it is,” he says quietly. “That’s what I wanted. Keep fighting it. I like watching you try.”
The fun part isn’t giving you what you want... it’s making you wait for it.
Tracing every single inch of your skin, letting my hands roam everywhere, except for the one spot you’re desperately begging for.
Patience is a requirement around here.
Her chest rose in sharp rhythms as I sank deep, giving her the full weight of me.
My lips traced her neck, tasting warm skin while every slow, heavy push drove a ragged gasp from her throat.
When she finally shattered in explosive waves, she held me tight, riding it out.