The chains rattled as he turned the wheel, clinking and twisting until pulled taught by the weight of the young woman now raised onto her toes by the crane. She shifted, biting her lip to stifle the moan that still reached his ears. His fingers caressed her arms, moving to check the cuffs and make sure she was secure and safe before tracing them lightly down again.
She had not spoken a word when she arrived. He answered the door and she simply walked inside and climbed the stairs, looking back to him to ensure he followed. Her hands moved over the wood of the crane as if inspecting it for it's craftsmanship. Those soft fingertips moving over the wheels and chain so delicately but he could see her tremble. Picking up the cuffs, she moved to him, barely looking him in the eye as she held the leather straps out for assistance.
Now here she was, dangling before him. His blood pumping to his groin as he toyed with her body. He twisted his fingers into her hair, turning her to kiss him. His tongue moving to hers, hearing that low moan again as her passion betrayed her and she kissed him in return. Their kiss deepened as his fingers moved across her stomach. Feeling her tense and move from his touch as he brushed across her sensitive points. Pulling her hair again to arch her back and hold her still. This was his time to explore her.
Breath caught in her chest when he cupped her breast through her top. Fingers teasing across those hardening tips as he leaned in and sucked at her neck. His tongue played across her skin, feeling her pulse quicken from his ministrations. The shirt gave her breasts little protection from his fingers. Gripping them firmly between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling that hard little nub. Once again her body betrayed her as she shuddered and pulled hard at the rattling chains.
Lost in the moment, he lowered his body against hers. The warmth of his breath across her chest making her push on her toes to offer her breasts to his waiting mouth. Sucking her nipple into his eager lips, his saliva getting her shirt wet as he bit down on her hard tip with a primal growl in his throat. The need becoming urgent as he fought to keep his mind on his task. The chains clinked overhead as she pulled at them to brace herself. Her legs giving way as he tortured her nipple with his teeth and tongue.
She bit down hard on her lip again, he was impressed how well she had kept herself quiet so far. His hand moved to cup her ass. Digging his fingers into that smooth flesh and realizing for the first time that she had come to him without bothering to put on panties. His cock throbbed at the boldness at which she had come here to give herself to him. His fingers found her slick lips, teasing them apart to explore their nectar coated folds. Looking into her lust filled eyes when he thrust two digits into her inner walls. It was the first time she openly moaned out her pleasure and that made him smile.
Reaching up and gripping her top, pulling until the seems tore away from her smooth flesh. Tossing the tattered remains on the floor before grabbing her from behind and pushing his fingers back between her legs. Those round, soft cheeks grinding back against his raging bulge. He could no longer hide his desire from her. Nor did he need to.
With one last look at him she whispered her first plea of the night. “Please Sir, I am yours. Make me your slut.” Never were there more perfect words spoken, but she was mistaken. He could not make her his slut, she already was.
Story by: mystermitch resident
Phots by: mystermitch resident
Furniture used: ::WS:: Suspension Crane