"Can I come now?"
Hands tied, bum raised high, lying in the middle of the bed. After writhing a bit she was still, tense.
"Of course you can come... but I didn't say that you may."
"Fucking hell..." Her hands waved inconsequentially, securely fastened together with a soft silk sash. Bright red, it contrasted nicely with the skin of her bottom, still a bit red from the spanking.
I wasn't even doing that much. Just sitting there, admiring the view of her raised arse from behind, the spread legs, the glistening wet pink of her labia, now pulling back together after I removed my fingers from deep in between them. Three of them.
All in all, a lovely view.
"Please..." she started, wanting me to finger her some more.
I brought the middle finger of my hand to my lips and tasted her. "How was the traffic on the M4 coming over? Not too bad?"
She didn't see me reaching over to give her a taste of herself until my wet fingers brushed her nose by accident. The blindfold was a rather lurid pink, but it went well with her brown hair and holiday tan. She stuck her tongue out to lick my fingers, smiling.
"You're such a bastard."
My fingers were in her mouth, and with my left hand I reached back to stroke her bottom, tracing the faint tan line crossing her buttock with my fingernails.
Returning to the prime spot behind her, I teased her anus with a wet thumb, and began to stroke around her pussy with my right. She wanted the fingers back inside her, spreading, pushing back, opening up.
I noticed that the top pillow in the pile she was resting on was wet. My fingers traced lazy circles around the rim of her labia. The warm morning sun lit the white curtains of her room, and through the open window the late-morning traffic rumbled past.
Two fingers sank into her, and she sighed as the muscles of her cunt clenched around my fingers, whispering "yesss...."
She would come soon. I began to wonder whether I wanted to untie her or just indulge in her bound, helpless body at my leisure. She likes to come again like that, helplessly fucked.
Still later, we would have lunch on her minuscule balcony, just wide enough for two people to sit on.
But for now, I just enjoyed the cool breeze on my chest, and the soft noises of her orgasm, building...