She pointed at the bed and said, "Strip and lie down. Wrists up."
He pulled off his clothes fast, cock already stiff and pointing. She grabbed the thick cotton ropes from the drawer and climbed onto the mattress. First the wrists. She looped the rope around each one, yanked his arms straight above his head, and tied them to the headboard posts with quick, tight knots. The rope dug in just enough to hold. She tested the give. None.
"Legs next," she told him. She spread his ankles wide and lashed each one to the footboard corners. He was pinned open, cock and balls on full display, ass exposed. She gave his shaft one rough stroke, then let go.
"Don't move," she said. She stripped slow, letting him watch. When she was naked she straddled his chest and rubbed her wet pussy against his skin, leaving a slick trail. She reached back and gripped his cock, squeezing hard at the base.
"You stay hard for me," she ordered. She leaned forward and fed one nipple into his mouth. "Suck." He did, pulling hard until she hissed and pulled away. She shifted up, knees on either side of his head, and lowered her cunt onto his face. "Lick."
His tongue went straight to her clit, flat and firm. She rocked her hips, grinding down while she reached behind and stroked his cock in short, mean pulls. Every time he got close she stopped and squeezed his balls until he groaned into her pussy. She came once like that, thighs clamping his head, juices running down his chin.
She climbed off and moved between his spread legs. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked deep, no teasing, just wet and fast until his hips tried to buck. The ropes stopped him. She pulled off, wiped her mouth, and slapped his cock against her tongue a few times.
"Want to fuck me?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Beg."
"Please. Fuck, please ride my cock."
She smiled and climbed on. She lined him up and sank down in one move, taking every inch. She was soaked. She stayed still for a second, letting him feel how tight she was, then started riding. Hard. Her ass slapped against his thighs with every drop. She leaned forward, hands on his chest, and used his bound body like a toy. Every time he got close she stopped, squeezed her pussy around him, and waited.
After the third denial she reached under the pillow for the small bullet vibe. She pressed it to her clit while she kept riding him, coming again with a sharp cry, cunt pulsing around his shaft. He was sweating, arms straining against the ropes, cock throbbing inside her.
She pulled off, turned around, and backed onto him again, reverse. He had a perfect view of her ass and the way his cock disappeared into her. She reached down and cupped his balls, rolling them while she bounced.
"Still want to come?" she asked.
"Yes. Please."
She kept going until his breathing turned ragged, then pulled off completely. She untied one ankle, flipped him onto his stomach as much as the wrist ropes allowed, and retied the ankle. His ass was up now, face down. She lubed two fingers and pushed them into him without warning. He grunted. She worked them in and out, stretching him, then added a third. When he was open she strapped on the harness she kept in the drawer, slicked the thick dildo, and pressed the head against his hole.
She pushed in slow until her hips met his ass, then started fucking him with steady, deep strokes.
One hand reached under and stroked his cock in time. He was moaning into the mattress, ropes creaking. She fucked him until his cock jerked and he shot across the sheets, ass clenching around the dildo. She kept going through it, milking every drop, then pulled out and untied him.
He lay there breathing hard while she wiped him down with a warm cloth. She climbed in beside him, pulled the blanket over them both, and let him rest with his head on her chest. His wrists still showed the red marks from the ropes. She traced them with one finger.
"Next time," she said, "we'll use the cuffs."
He nodded, already half-hard again against her thigh. She smiled and reached down to give him a slow, lazy stroke. The night was nowhere near over.
