"Just Another Pretty Face"

[Sweetandsexy3]

Jenna watched, her nerves reaching an all time high as she couldn't believe what she was seeing on the screen. She glanced over at Tim wondering if he felt as uncomfortable as she did.


Rona walked into view and handed a blindfold to Gregory. "All ready?" She asked before guvibg him a long hard kiss.

 

[TimTimTyner]

(OOC: Oops. I had meant to change the # of hours of sex tapes and forgot. It should have -- and now does -- say 50 hours in my previous post. Sorry.)

Three Years Ago:

Gregory Thomas smiled as his lover approached and handed him a blindfold. After asking if the bondage arrangement was ready, he kissed her passionately and answered, "Ready."

They'd gone through this routine often, though each time with a variation or twist. He'd have one for her tonight, she knew. But she never asked before hand. It was the nature of their relationship: Thomas always ensured Rona was satisfied before nights end; and Rona never told him no when he introduced something different to their sex life.

He watched as she mounted the bed, her tall, lithe body moving with the grace of a stalking cat. Thomas loved watching Rona move. Before they'd exchanged their first words with one another, he had spent a dozen or more hours just watching Rona parade about and twist and turn and slink before a variety of photographers at shoots all over Canada and the Eastern US.

After they'd become lovers, he'd often had her just walk several yards before him to he could ogle her movements, be it on a city street or sandy beach, be she heavily dressed against the winter cold or in nothing more than a thong under the summer sun.

"Tits up," Thomas instructed once Rona was on the bed on her hands and knees. He chuckled at the two words. He had never been much of a dirty talker in bed, and his respect for females showed itself in how he spoke to them while making love, even if the restraints would have made people think just the opposite. He added softly, ogling her, "I want to see your front side."

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Rona teasingly shook her ass before flipping over to lay on her back. She couldn't help but smile as he moved over her and begin tightening the straps a around her wrists. Being tied up was such a turn on, the feeling of helplessness, knowing he had complete control over her. Her body was his and she loved it. Biting her lip she watched as he now pulled the straps around her ankles. She pulled on each strap, making sure she was secure before he moved up to kiss her tying the blindfold across her eyes.

 

[TimTimTyner]

As Thomas lifted his face from Rona's, studying the blindfold covering her eyes, he pulled back a hand, rolled his hand up in a fist, and struck it down toward his lover's face. He stopped the thrust just two inches from her fragile skull ... then smiled to see that there was no reaction from Rona. She knew, of course, that he would never harm her in such a way. Oh sure, he'd spanked her ass on occasional, causing her to wince in pain and cry out. But it had never been anything hard enough to leave bruises and was always followed up by multiple orgasms from more pleasurable pursuits.

Knowing that she was in fact blind to him, Thomas turned away to retrieve an ice bucket in which was a bottle of Rona's favorite champagne. He popped the cork with a familiar sound that garnered a familiar response from his lover, took a big draw off the bottle as he returned to the bed, then leaned over to kiss his lover and let the delicious bubbly flood from mouth to mouth.

"Hold still," he warned, knowing that Rona would know what was coming next. He saw her tighten in preparation as he held the bottle over her chest and poured a gulp-sized amount of the ice-chilled fluid into the divot at the meeting of her neck and collar bones. Thomas leaned over to suck the Champagne from Rona's skin before licking up the wayward drops and kissing the upper roundness of her smallish but firm breasts. He repeated the action again, then a third time, this time moving back up to Rona's mouth again to share the bubbly with her. He purred, "You taste delicious."

Thomas moved away to put the bottle back into the bucket and took something else out of it instead. Returning to the bed, Thomas leaned over, kissed Rona passionately again, then whispered, "I would hold very still, my love."

She tightened up again, but blindfolded, Rona could never have expected what came next. The steel blade of the knife had been in the bucket. Thomas pressed it against the firm, upper flesh of one breast, chilling and wetting the skin. He warned again, "Hold still."

He played the sharp knife against the breast, letting her feel the edge without any real fear of her getting cut. He waited for her to respond before slipped the blade over her skin, below the shoulder strap of her negligee, and -- with a little jerk -- sliced easily through the string.

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Rona gasped as she felt the blade against her skin. This was one of the more dangerous things that had come into thier love making. She gasped again as she felt the tug at her negligee. She couldn't help but feel excited, she wanted him so bad. Remaining still she waited for his next move.

 

[TimTimTyner]

Thomas slid the smooth, wide, cold face of the blade over the warm, flawless skin of Rona's breast, begin careful not to cut her. He looked into her face for a reaction with the sharp edge of the blade ever so gently pressed against the side of her now firmly swollen nipple.

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

"You make it very hard to stay still." Rona smiled, she could feel her nipples hardening at the cold. "You really know how to turn me on." She was already getting wet, it wouldn't be long before she was begging him to fuck her.