Tied Up (Sizzling Erotica)

Tied Up

Ryan and Amy’s Story

By Laina Charleston

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Edited by:
Bev Harrison

Tied Up

Copyright 2012 by Laina Charleston

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places is purely coincidental.

This is a story of erotic fantasy. In real life, please protect yourself and your lover by always practicing safe sex.

WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT! ADULTS ONLY

You must be 18 years of age to read the contents.

Tied
Up

Ryan
w
alked in the door and dropped his stuff on the counter. He’d
suffered a hard day wh
en nothing went right, and
felt
completely
drained.
Walking into the bedroom, he thought about lying down and taking a nap, but figured if he did that he’d wake up then probably have trouble going to sleep later. Instead, he
went into the bathroom
. Looking at the jacuzzi tub he thought for a second about soaking,
but ditched the idea for a simple hot
shower. He’d just stripped naked when he heard the garage door open. He
stepped i
nto the steaming water, and stood there, letting it relax his aching muscles and pound his neck, relieving the tension. The water trickled over his
package, giv
ing him a slight stimulation, causing him
to
relax even more. The door bur
st open as Amy, his wife, hurried in,
quickly
slamming
the door
shut, and snapping at him, “I hope you haven’t used all
the hot water
.”

He
quelled the sma
rt-assed comment that came to his
lips and sighed. It looked like they’d both had
a bad day.

“Where are the girls
?” He
asked.

“Softball
,
” was all s
he said. She then went on to explain the girls were both having a sleepover with
friends after softball practice and it would be just the two of them for dinner.

“How was your day
?” Ryan
asked.

Amy related that she’d
a terrible day. She was a teacher
,
and
her students had acted like little monsters,
with the princi
pal observing her class. She’d
been a nervous wreck and had referred several students to detention,
which then caused them to leave
and
call
their parents to whine. After that, those
parents had called
the school to complain. She shared
this as she
began stripping her clothes off
.

His
cock t
witched as she leaned forward,
allow
ing
her bra to fall free of her full breasts
, rubbing where the straps had left marks on her skin. Ryan’s
rod rose a bit
,
as she unconsciou
sly cupped her tits massaging
the ripe flesh, then slipped her hand into th
e waistband of her
panties. She was turne
d slightly, but glancing past her in the mirror, he could see
the material
as it slipped into her ass crack. He stood,
frozen
,
watching her
peel the thin cotton from her pale skin,
mesmerized as she pulled the c
loth from her cleft exposing
her
thick hairy bush. She noticed him
staring.

She sighed, then
in a contemptuous voice
said, “Control yourself stud, I’m
not in the mood
.”

Ryan replied,
“Maybe
it’s just what you need.”

She ignored
him and stepped into the shower, taking the soap from him
. “I want a hot shower
, a good book, and a relaxing evening on the sofa.”

Amy appeared to be ignoring his semi-erect cock. He
rubbed her a
ss as his
cock grew
harder
.
She gave an exasperated exhale and started soaping her body, only adding to his predicament of a semi-hard dick feeling neglected. He got
the message and stepped back
, watching her wash as his abandoned dick bounced with every heartbeat. He rolled his
eyes as she washed her that
ch of fur, teasing him in an almost painfully seductive way
.
She glimpsed him
standing there
,
hard and ready.

Finally she mumbled,
“Maybe later
.”

A whit
e bolt of anger shot through his chest, but Ryan
said nothing and started to step out.

Amy mouthed,
“What
’s wrong? G
iving
up so easily?”

He looked at her, then stepped forward only to hear her say, “Not now, maybe later!”

He’d
suffere
d enough snotty comments, and took swift action, grabbing her and smashing his
lips hard over hers.
She dropped the soap as he forced her into the wall. His
arms
enclosed
her as she wrestled against him
.

“Get
off me
,” she snarled, as he
broke the forceful kiss.

She got an arm loose, but Ryan twisted it
behind her back
,
spinning her around his half-hard dick swinging from side-to-side
. He
secured her other arm and held her tight, pressing her hands together, securing her thumbs in his left hand, and freeing his right. He nudged the faucet, turning
the water off
. Amy resisted, kicking at him. Ryan
silent
ly pushed her out of the shower,
through the bath
room, and into the bedroom. They
d
ripped water everywhere, but he
didn’t care. Frustration and other n
egative emotions bled away; as he brought the
contemptuous
woman he’d married to heel.
She wa
s acting like a haughty little
n
ot now I’ve got a headache
prima
donna.

Ryan
was about to show her
who was boss. She’d teased him
on p
urpose, and now she’d pay the price. He
grabbed a scarf from her dresser drawer and quickly ti
ed her hands behind her back. S
hov
ing her face down on the bed, he
grabbed another scarf and tied
her left foot to the bedpost before tying her right foot to the other. Collecting a final scarf, Ryan straddled her ass and untied her hands.
The whole time sh
e fought and twisted, giving him
a nice ride a
s her jiggling butt squeezed his dick between her
pale
,
round moons.

Leaning his weight on her, listening to her foul cursing and heavy breathing, he tied her hands over her head, finally tying the scarf to the headboard and ensuring her hands were secure. Ryan stepped back to admire his handiwork. Amy glared at him,
an
d the things she threatened him with would have made his nuts draw up, if they didn’t excite him so much.

His angry conquest was so hot; he couldn’t imagine how he’d been so lucky to have snagged her. He
slapped her voluptuous ass, watching the fles
h turn an angry red. He
grab
bed a handful, squeezing and rubbing, kneading the flesh of her fine ass until his cock leaked fluid, leaving a clear drop on her hip where it rested. Ryan swiped it up with his finger, generously rubbing
it over
her luscious lips. When she thought he
wasn’t watching
,
she secretly licked her lips, tasting the salty sweet pre-cum.

“Gotcha!” Ryan
said triumphantly
,
“I saw that
.”

“Fuck you
!” She spit back. He
laughed as
she fought against the bonds, and then Ryan eased his dick toward her face as
she
threatened,
“I’ll bite it
. I swear to you. I’ll bite it off.”

Ryan
straddled her back
, grabbing her hair
fir
mly, twisting her face toward him
. Instead of t
hrusting toward
her tight lips and clench
ed teeth, he rubbed his
cock on her cheek, acr
oss her nose and over her face; her hair tickling his balls. He was careful to avoid her mouth. His
other hand gripped a
handful of pale ass flesh as he thrust his
pelvis forward, keeping control o
f her by her hair. Ryan
released
her ass, and leaning forward he took his pulsating cock and slapped her face with it. Carefully, he popped her on the face, milking his dick until a large clear drop of pre-cum emerged. He smeared it
on her face, right at the corner of her mouth, careful to make sure she couldn’t make
good on
her promise to bite
him. He
st
ood up as she licked his
cream
from her cheek w
ith her talented tongue.

S
he writhed against her bonds,
her green eyes
glowing. “So much fire,” he
spit at her
. “Tonight it won’t go to waste
.”

Amy
was so differe
nt from the tense woman who’d
walked into the shower just a few minutes earlier. Her heart pounded,
her breathing was heavy,
and a thin sheen of sweat had replac
ed the water from the shower. Ryan
even felt different from the tired
, beat person who’d
come home after a day
where everything went wrong. They both knew what it was, too. Ryan and Amy
both needed this release, and the transformation had been natural
,
as had eve
rything in their love life.

They’d
come home beat
en
down by the world,
and had slipped away into their own place away from it all;
to
a world where the emotions they
felt for each othe
r, and the secret desires they
both had
,
came true. It co
uld have just as easily been him
tied up there
,
with her exercising control.
Fortunately, it was her day to be taken. Ryan went
to
the kitchen, grabbed a beer, and headed back toward the bedroom. Leaning on the doorjamb sipping the cold brew, he watched his wife struggle. His cock hung half-hard as he let the anticipation grow.
Finally, he shut the door
and locked it.

First, Ryan took
down the sma
ll box from the closet that held the sex toys they hid from the kids. He
sat it on the dresser a
nd selected a bottle of
lubricant
, then took a towel from the bathroom, forcing it under her writhing body. She almost got him with a knee as he adjusted the towel. He vehemently told her, “That’ll cost you.”

He
took the thick black vibrator
and a condom from the box. At that moment, he was glad she made them use condoms to keep their toys clean; no wasted time cleaning the Bushmaster, her favorite toy. He
rolled the c
ondom over the vibrator, tying the rubber securely. As he spread the lube over the toy dick, she warned him again to stay away from her. Of course, Ryan
ignore
d her; straddling her with his ass toward
her head
, looking down at the prize of her jiggling butt.

Ryan trailed the vibrator along Amy’s ass crack, gently probing, anxious to slip it inside; knowing she was equally anxious to get fucked by it. He had to make her wait a little longer, and make her suffer for the nasty comments about biting his dick. He turned the toy on; rubbing it slowly along her ass down to her upper thighs, he listened intently for the moans he knew would soon be escaping her. He began to probe her pussy lips as she unintentionally spread her legs, giving him full access. Ryan rubbed alongside her pussy touching her clit with the vibrating toy, leaving it in place for several seconds; knowing the intense vibrations would be just what she needed.

“You ready to be good? Or do I need to punish you a little more for being bad?”

“Fuck you!”

“Okay, you asked for it.” He swatted her ass, causing it to wiggle and turn pink. She whimpered, which of course encouraged him to do it again. Ryan smacked her ass a little harder. One, two, three swats, leaving a crimson-red handprint.