Pinch

Chloe bit me hard, probably when I was on top, fucking her. I had bound her torso in a latticework of blue rope, like a bodice reaching from neck to crotch, parallel strands of rope hugging her slightly pouty labia, a thick knot resting on top of her pubis, pressing down on her clit.

I took a photo, just before this, of her lying on her back, legs spread, playing with herself. She is wearing black stockings with a swirly flower-pattern that complements the blue rope and her pale skin. She is rubbing the plump, glistening lips of her pussy with two fingers, hair wild, face turned away from the camera. Closed in on herself, she looks beautiful and completely wrapped up in the combined pleasure of bondage, exhibition and masturbation. Looking at the image, I can feel again the same urge to push her legs apart and lick.

Which I did.

And then, because she asked so nicely, spread and glistening, I put a bit of lube on the condom and pulled the rope aside to slide my cock into her. She grasped me with her pussy, pulling me inside. I could feel the rope on either side of my cock, her labia pinched between me and the rope. Every time I thrust into her, I could feel the knot, grinding against me.

It was the kind of thing that could get painful.

"Quit teasing me..." she said.

I took it slow, fucking her with long strokes, careful not to push to sharply against the knot and the rope.

"Fuck me harder," she growled. This is what she likes - the hard, sharp, unrestrained fuck. Gently only takes her so far.

I flipped her over to take her from behind, holding on to the rope bodice to pull her towards me while I fucked her, letting go of my self-control a little at a time, forgetting...

"Ow!"

She pulled away sharply.

"Fuck, I got pinched!"

Some combination of cock, rope and hard fuck had finally come together to rub her the wrong way at exactly the wrong time. But it was good while it lasted.

Later, I unwrapped the rope and tied her again with nothing to obstruct access to her pussy and arse. But that was later. For now we took it easy, slowed down...

She bit me while we were fucking like this, and the teethmarks vanished within hours, but a yellow bruise appeared a couple of days later and lasted through the week.

Bite

My teeth rested gently on the aureole, the tip of my tongue pulling on the steel ring threaded through her nipple. Her left hand on the back of my head gripped my hair with a sudden pleasurable force.

"Yes, stay like that..."

I was sitting on a rather frail-looking desk chair, which creaked loudly when she shifted on top of me, straddling my lap. This was the room where they kept spare office furniture and an assortment of beige-coloured crap.

Her right hand slid into the waistband of her jeans, fingers working underneath the fabric.

I cupped her buttocks, enjoying the brief stolen moment, hoping no one would try to get into the storeroom just yet.

The piercing clinked against my teeth. When I pulled on it, stretching the nipple out to bite it softly, she made a sound that anyone standing outside the door would have recognized without having to look inside to see what we were up to on her lunch break.