Training Her Curves - Kinbaku (A BBW Billionaire Domination and Submission Short) (3 page)

I no longer tried to control my breathing and he no longer mocked it. He brought the loose end behind me, made another loop then ran the rope between the cheeks of my ass. He stopped, tied a thick knot then slid the rope across my perineum, over my gaping cunt and atop my clit. He paused again, tying two more knots with only an inch and a half or so of distance between them. From there, he ran the end up and looped it beneath and then over just one of the circles beneath the fold of my breast.

I was thoroughly trussed up -- arms bound against my sides, legs folded and splayed, breasts squeezed mercilessly top and bottom and the rope tight against my clit and the quivering pucker of my ass.

Baku touched my fingers, pinched each tip one at a time on each hand to check their circulation. He tested my nipples after that, harder pinches that had me squirming with greater need. My restless movements caused the knots that pressed against my genitals to rub up and down.

A rough moan gripped my vocal chords until I had to cry out, my shoulder and hips jerking.

He pinched my toes next and then I heard and felt him crouch behind me. One hand took the loose end of rope and the other wrapped around the back of my head to control me. He see-sawed the rope between my legs. The way he had it looped, it lifted and pulled at the knots between my legs in a fast, relentless rhythm.

Trembling with need, I bit at my lips. He had me close, at the limits of my control, but each time I found myself perched at the edge, he eased off.

"Now," Rick said.

I didn't know what "now" meant. I thought it might be the end of the teasing, that Baku would tug at the rope faster and faster until my climax overtook me. That didn't happen, at least not at the photographer's raspy command.

Baku unknotted the blindfold and brushed the fabric from my face. Before I could look over my shoulder at him, his hand seized the back of my skull and forced me to face forward.

The rope tugging renewed. He had a way of twisting it as he pulled that caused the knot over my ass to burrow against me. The two knots at my clit pressed and pinched, the alternating waves of pain and pleasure causing my eyes to roll back in my head. With the blindfold removed, I could see, but I could barely keep my eyes open and not once could I focus.

My body squeezed, my face contorted, I moved with the rope master so that the harder pinches and rubs came from my own uncontrollable need. I gasped, groaned, murmured my pleas for just a little more something, that last thing that would make me pop.

Insensible to the camera, I started to cry my frustration, fat salty tears falling onto the bench's surface.

The rope went slack. Baku's hand replaced it against my clit. His thumb ran a soft, stroking line until I crumbled in release.

His lips glossed over my shoulder before resting against the curve of my neck, his hand slowly bringing me back down to earth with a sweet rubbing. After the last quiver left me, the hand at my pussy moved up to pull the blindfold across my eyes and secure it.

From there, Baku proceeded to unbind my legs, his strong hands massaging the flesh to encourage the blood to flow into my lower limbs. He loosened the rest of the rope enough that I could bring my arms around front but not reach up for the blindfold.

The last touch from him was a gentle thumbing of my nipples that made the ravenous burn of need return to my cunt.

Less than five minutes later, my rope master was gone. Rick removed the blindfold and enough of the remaining binding that I could free myself. I ducked into the bathroom, quickly washed up and fumbled my clothes back onto my body. Reaching into my pocket for my cell phone to check the time, I felt the brush of a small piece of folded paper.

I pulled the note out and read the typewritten text.

Next time, no limits.

#####THE END#####

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