Tied Up (Sizzling Erotica)

by Laina Charleston

  Tied Up

  Ryan and Amy’s Story

  By Laina Charleston

  AMAZON EDITION

  Edited by: Bev Harrison

  Tied Up

  Copyright 2012 by Laina Charleston

  This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. Your support and respect for the property of this author is greatly appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places is purely coincidental.

  This is a story of erotic fantasy. In real life, please protect yourself and your lover by always practicing safe sex.

  WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT! ADULTS ONLY

  You must be 18 years of age to read the contents.

  Tied Up

  Ryan walked in the door and dropped his stuff on the counter. He’d suffered a hard day when nothing went right, and felt completely drained. Walking into the bedroom, he thought about lying down and taking a nap, but figured if he did that he’d wake up then probably have trouble going to sleep later. Instead, he went into the bathroom. Looking at the jacuzzi tub he thought for a second about soaking, but ditched the idea for a simple hot shower. He’d just stripped naked when he heard the garage door open. He stepped into the steaming water, and stood there, letting it relax his aching muscles and pound his neck, relieving the tension. The water trickled over his package, giving him a slight stimulation, causing him to relax even more. The door burst open as Amy, his wife, hurried in, quickly slamming the door shut, and snapping at him, “I hope you haven’t used all the hot water.”

  He quelled the smart-assed comment that came to his lips and sighed. It looked like they’d both had a bad day.

  “Where are the girls?” He asked.

  “Softball,” was all she said. She then went on to explain the girls were both having a sleepover with friends after softball practice and it would be just the two of them for dinner.

  “How was your day?” Ryan asked.

  Amy related that she’d a terrible day. She was a teacher, and her students had acted like little monsters, with the principal observing her class. She’d been a nervous wreck and had referred several students to detention, which then caused them to leave and call their parents to whine. After that, those parents had called the school to complain. She shared this as she began stripping her clothes off.

  His cock twitched as she leaned forward, allowing her bra to fall free of her full breasts, rubbing where the straps had left marks on her skin. Ryan’s rod rose a bit, as she unconsciously cupped her tits massaging the ripe flesh, then slipped her hand into the waistband of her panties. She was turned slightly, but glancing past her in the mirror, he could see the material as it slipped into her ass crack. He stood, frozen, watching her peel the thin cotton from her pale skin, mesmerized as she pulled the cloth from her cleft exposing her thick hairy bush. She noticed him staring.

  She sighed, then in a contemptuous voice said, “Control yourself stud, I’m not in the mood.”

  Ryan replied, “Maybe it’s just what you need.”

  She ignored him and stepped into the shower, taking the soap from him. “I want a hot shower, a good book, and a relaxing evening on the sofa.”

  Amy appeared to be ignoring his semi-erect cock. He rubbed her ass as his cock grew harder. She gave an exasperated exhale and started soaping her body, only adding to his predicament of a semi-hard dick feeling neglected. He got the message and stepped back, watching her wash as his abandoned dick bounced with every heartbeat. He rolled his eyes as she washed her thatch of fur, teasing him in an almost painfully seductive way. She glimpsed him standing there, hard and ready.

  Finally she mumbled, “Maybe later.”

  A white bolt of anger shot through his chest, but Ryan said nothing and started to step out.

  Amy mouthed, “What’s wrong? Giving up so easily?”

  He looked at her, then stepped forward only to hear her say, “Not now, maybe later!”

  He’d suffered enough snotty comments, and took swift action, grabbing her and smashing his lips hard over hers. She dropped the soap as he forced her into the wall. His arms enclosed her as she wrestled against him.

  “Get off me,” she snarled, as he broke the forceful kiss.

  She got an arm loose, but Ryan twisted it behind her back, spinning her around his half-hard dick swinging from side-to-side. He secured her other arm and held her tight, pressing her hands together, securing her thumbs in his left hand, and freeing his right. He nudged the faucet, turning the water off. Amy resisted, kicking at him. Ryan silently pushed her out of the shower, through the bathroom, and into the bedroom. They dripped water everywhere, but he didn’t care. Frustration and other negative emotions bled away; as he brought the contemptuous woman he’d married to heel. She was acting like a haughty little not now I’ve got a headache prima donna.

  Ryan was about to show her who was boss. She’d teased him on purpose, and now she’d pay the price. He grabbed a scarf from her dresser drawer and quickly tied her hands behind her back. Shoving her face down on the bed, he grabbed another scarf and tied her left foot to the bedpost before tying her right foot to the other. Collecting a final scarf, Ryan straddled her ass and untied her hands. The whole time she fought and twisted, giving him a nice ride as her jiggling butt squeezed his dick between her pale, round moons.

  Leaning his weight on her, listening to her foul cursing and heavy breathing, he tied her hands over her head, finally tying the scarf to the headboard and ensuring her hands were secure. Ryan stepped back to admire his handiwork. Amy glared at him, and the things she threatened him with would have made his nuts draw up, if they didn’t excite him so much.

  His angry conquest was so hot; he couldn’t imagine how he’d been so lucky to have snagged her. He slapped her voluptuous ass, watching the flesh turn an angry red. He grabbed a handful, squeezing and rubbing, kneading the flesh of her fine ass until his cock leaked fluid, leaving a clear drop on her hip where it rested. Ryan swiped it up with his finger, generously rubbing it over her luscious lips. When she thought he wasn’t watching, she secretly licked her lips, tasting the salty sweet pre-cum.

  “Gotcha!” Ryan said triumphantly, “I saw that.”

  “Fuck you!” She spit back. He laughed as she fought against the bonds, and then Ryan eased his dick toward her face as she threatened, “I’ll bite it. I swear to you. I’ll bite it off.”

  Ryan straddled her back, grabbing her hair firmly, twisting her face toward him. Instead of thrusting toward her tight lips and clenched teeth, he rubbed his cock on her cheek, across her nose and over her face; her hair tickling his balls. He was careful to avoid her mouth. His other hand gripped a handful of pale ass flesh as he thrust his pelvis forward, keeping control of her by her hair. Ryan released her ass, and leaning forward he took his pulsating cock and slapped her face with it. Carefully, he popped her on the face, milking his dick until a large clear drop of pre-cum emerged. He smeared it on her face, right at the corner of her mouth, careful to make sure she couldn’t make good on her promise to bite him. He stood up as she licked his cream from her cheek with her talented tongue.

  She writhed against her bonds, her green eyes glowing. “So much fire,” he spit at her. “Tonight it won’t go to waste.”

  Amy was so different from the tense woman who’d walked into the shower just a few minutes earlier. Her heart pounded, her breathing was heavy, and a thin sheen of sweat had replaced the water from the shower. Ryan even felt different from the tired, beat person who’d come home after a day where everything went wrong. They both knew what it was, too. Ryan and Amy both needed this release, and the transformation had been natural, as had everything in their love life.


  They’d come home beaten down by the world, and had slipped away into their own place away from it all; to a world where the emotions they felt for each other, and the secret desires they both had, came true. It could have just as easily been him tied up there, with her exercising control. Fortunately, it was her day to be taken. Ryan went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer, and headed back toward the bedroom. Leaning on the doorjamb sipping the cold brew, he watched his wife struggle. His cock hung half-hard as he let the anticipation grow. Finally, he shut the door and locked it.

  First, Ryan took down the small box from the closet that held the sex toys they hid from the kids. He sat it on the dresser and selected a bottle of lubricant, then took a towel from the bathroom, forcing it under her writhing body. She almost got him with a knee as he adjusted the towel. He vehemently told her, “That’ll cost you.”

  He took the thick black vibrator and a condom from the box. At that moment, he was glad she made them use condoms to keep their toys clean; no wasted time cleaning the Bushmaster, her favorite toy. He rolled the condom over the vibrator, tying the rubber securely. As he spread the lube over the toy dick, she warned him again to stay away from her. Of course, Ryan ignored her; straddling her with his ass toward her head, looking down at the prize of her jiggling butt.

  Ryan trailed the vibrator along Amy’s ass crack, gently probing, anxious to slip it inside; knowing she was equally anxious to get fucked by it. He had to make her wait a little longer, and make her suffer for the nasty comments about biting his dick. He turned the toy on; rubbing it slowly along her ass down to her upper thighs, he listened intently for the moans he knew would soon be escaping her. He began to probe her pussy lips as she unintentionally spread her legs, giving him full access. Ryan rubbed alongside her pussy touching her clit with the vibrating toy, leaving it in place for several seconds; knowing the intense vibrations would be just what she needed.

  “You ready to be good? Or do I need to punish you a little more for being bad?”

  “Fuck you!”

  “Okay, you asked for it.” He swatted her ass, causing it to wiggle and turn pink. She whimpered, which of course encouraged him to do it again. Ryan smacked her ass a little harder. One, two, three swats, leaving a crimson-red handprint.

  “I said fuck you and I mean it! Fuck you. Now untie me, I don’t want to play.”

  “You don’t want to play? Let’s see if you’re lying.” He slipped his hand between her thighs to test her pussy lips, anxious to see if she was as wet as he hoped she was. Sure enough, her cunt drenched his fingers.

  “Seems to me, you’re more than ready to play. Your pussy is soaking wet, even wet the towel a little; a clear sign you’re enjoying getting your ass spanked.”

  Ryan leaned down beside her ear and whispered tenderly, “If you really don’t want to play, just say the safe word and I’ll stop.”

  “Fuck you. I don’t need you to get me off; I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself.”

  “Well, we’ll see about that later. Right now, I’m having fun, and I’m not ready to stop.”

  Her loving husband took the vibrator and began to slide it in and out of her wanton pussy. Twisting and turning it, in and out, fast and deep, shoving it inside his wife; listening to the moans escaping her throat. As he continued fucking her with the dildo, she lifted her ass, encouraging him to continue. Lifting her ass then lowering herself, basically fucking the bed as he fucked her with the pseudo-dick.

  “Please stop. I don’t want this.”

  “You’re sure acting like you want it. Fucking the bed, lifting your ass high in the air. This vibrator is so slippery I can barely hold it in place.”

  “Please stop. I don’t want to come like this. I want you to be inside me.”

  “Now, that’s something I’m open to. If I untie you, do you promise to be good?”

  “Yes, yes. I promise. I just don’t want to come this way. You know I love coming all over your dick. Please. Fuck me with your cock, and not this lame vibrator.”

  “How about a compromise? I won’t fuck you with the vibrator anymore, but I’m also not going to untie your hands. I think I’ll untie your feet instead. You’ve got to pay for the little attitude you gave me earlier. I think I’d like to fuck your ass. You think that’s a fair compromise? Or punishment?”

  “No. No, I don’t think that’s fair. I’d rather not. I’d rather you fuck my pussy.”

  “Yeah, well, I’d rather you not tease me in the shower, then turn me down. I think you need to feel my cock in your ass. Don’t get me wrong. I do love how your pussy feels wrapped around my dick. Now, don’t go anywhere while I slip a condom on.” Ryan said teasing her. “I’ll be taking your ass in just a minute.”

  “Please don’t. I’m sorry. I had a rough day and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah, I know you’re sorry. Thanks for the apology, wifey dear. But I’m still gonna fuck your ass.”

  With that, his wife began thrashing on the bed; doing her best to loosen the scarves holding her against her will. Ryan quickly slid the condom over his cock, anxious to feel her tightness engulf him. Grabbing the lube, he generously bathed his prick, and then slid a slippery finger into her puckered hole.

  “I told you to stop!” She hissed. “Get your finger away from me, and keep your dick away from my ass.” She screamed, kicking at him, trying her best to guard her rosette from his impending invasion. She clamped her legs together with the power of a vise grip, thanks to the exercise classes she took every other night.

  “Baby, that’s not going to stop me.” He straddled her legs, gently pulling her ass cheeks apart, eyeing the prize that would soon be his.

  “I’m warning you! This is the last time I’m gonna say it. Get your fucking dick away from my ass!”

  “Darling, I love it when you threaten me. Sweet, innocent teacher -- using such profanity. Naughty girl. Now, close that gorgeous mouth of yours and get ready to be fucked.”

  Ryan eased forward, targeting her rosette. As she had so many times before, Amy spread her legs, permitting him to enter her, as the urge to have her ass probed became overwhelming. It refused his entry at first, but he kept pressing forward until it finally gave in, accepting his dick as an unwanted visitor. “Damn, you’re tight.”

  Ryan slowly plunged deep inside her, as she received his length with a sigh and a small moan; lifting her ass, signaling him to continue his intrusion. He entered her stretched opening, again and again, driving into her; slow and easy at first, then picking up the pace as she adjusted to his forceful thrusting. They fucked with a surge of passion. He watched his swollen member slowly disappear, and reappear, from her dark tunnel. Amy looked back, smiling her sinfully sexy grin.

  “Enjoying yourself?”

  Feeling like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar, Ryan replied, “I sure am, sweetness. I love the view from here.”

  Amy closed her eyes, spreading her legs, and pulling herself onto all fours, she shoved against her husband, matching his thrust with her own need. Ryan pushed against her round bottom, savoring the feeling of her ass accepting him. His hard cock slid easily in and out as he held her hips, listening to the smacking sound of their bodies as they collided.

  “Yes. That’s it. Fuck my ass. Punish me. Oh, so good. So fucking good.” Amy muttered, unable to control the vixen that had been unleashed.

  Ryan reached under her, wanting to increase her arousal further. He pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed aggressively until he heard her moaning, knowing her orgasm was within reach. As they continue their tryst, he noticed her hands had become untied and she was gripping the sheets, pulling them to her as he took her from behind.

  Finally, Ryan gently withdrew. Tossing the condom on the floor, he rolled her over to face him, pressing their bodies together and getting as much skin to skin contact as possible. Amy pulled her husband to her, holding his face in her hands as he pumped into her pussy. The angle was perfect, causing just enoug
h friction to rub her clit. They gazed into each other’s eyes as he slid in and out with almost painful slowness.

  Amy raised her legs and locked them around Ryan’s waist, encouraging him. He reached down, cupping her bottom and pressing farther inside her. She kissed him hard, sucking his tongue into her mouth, as he raised one hand to the back of her head, pulling her to him, and holding her by the hair. Ryan held her wanton body against his burning flesh, picking up the tempo as she embraced him, using their bodies as leverage to pound harder and fuck faster. Passion exploded inside them both as they rode the waves together. Amy writhed wildly underneath him as he directed his efforts at keeping himself ground into her aching pussy. She shook her head from side-to-side rocking her hips, matching him thrust for thrust.

  “Lie back. Lie back so I can ride you.”

  Ryan did as he was told and lay down, allowing her to do whatever she needed. Amy moved to his head, straddling his face, and lowering herself onto his waiting tongue. He began licking her pussy, enjoying the juices that smeared his face. Ryan greedily sucked her clit, flicking it, knowing that was what she needed to get off. After only minutes, Amy began the familiar moans, growling louder as her orgasm raced through her body. At the height of her pleasure, she practically howled, dripping pussy juice around his lips and covering his face with her lubrication.

  As she recovered, she lowered her body lying beside him momentarily before moving to take his dick in her hungry mouth. Amy sucked gently at first, and then with more fervor; deep-throating the shaft, causing Ryan’s toes to curl as she glided her tongue around the cockhead; licking up and down the shaft and leaving a glistening trail from the moistness of her tongue. Just as she reached the top, she gobbled the length down to the base, then up again. Using her hands, she stroked him in unison with her mouth, squeezing the base as she rose up; wrapping her tongue around the tip in a nasty combination that brought him to the edge within minutes. Her gifted mouth worked his rod until he found himself pumping upward, encouraging her to suck him.