Erotic story: “With his tie, he ties me to the head of my bed”

Roos (30) does everything she can to get the mistake with Cas out of her head. The handsome partner of her half-brother turns out to be exactly the exciting distraction she needs.

“Monsieur Moret, your coffee,” I say to Jacques as I walk back into the bedroom in just his shirt. He gets up with a lazy grin to grab the cup. As he takes a sip of his espresso, his eyes drift to the edge of his shirt that is creeping up towards my hips. He lets out a sigh and pulls me on top of him with his free hand.

“Roos, we need some rules if you want to do this more often,” he begins. I only half hear what Jacques is saying because I can feel the effect I have on him beneath me. I gently move my lower body and I see his pupils dilate a bit when I look at him. I swipe my thumb along his lips while he talks. Something about my brother Luc not being allowed to know. One button at a time, I open his shirt until he has the best view of my breasts.

“Did you say something?” I ask as I look at him. Jacques sits up to place his coffee cup on the nightstand. Before I know it, he turns me under him in one motion. His hand disappears between my legs. As he slides his fingers inside me, he says: “Careful, you don’t know me well enough in this area.” With his other hand, he grips my hair tightly to keep me in place. I push my hips against his fingers. I want to feel him inside me again already. He notices it too. Roos, Jacques chuckles. ”The little sister is even hornier than I thought,” he whispers in my left ear. “If I had known that, I would have taken you earlier at a party.” As he moves his fingers faster inside me, he licks my ear. I writhe in pleasure and gasp for air. And Jacques is alert because he immediately sees when I react to something. Suddenly, he jumps off the bed and searches for something among his clothes on the floor. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around myself until I feel Jacques back on top of me. “Keep your eyes closed,” he says.

He grabs my hands and as he slowly wraps his tie around my wrists, my breath catches for a moment. Jacques ties the end to the bars at the headboard and there I lie. In my own bed, in the middle of Paris, and I can’t move. He can do whatever he wants with me. “Look at me,” he says and I open my eyes. His face is just an inch away from mine. “Are you okay with this?” he asks. I swallow and just nod. With his lips, he traces a path over my face, along my ear, to my neck. It feels like everything is ten times more intense because I can’t do anything myself. I try to wrap my legs around his hips, but he firmly pushes them back into the mattress with his hands. Completely surrendering to Jacques is the only thing I can do.

With one hand, he caresses my breast while the other follows the shape of my face. His eyes take in every piece of me. “You’re so beautiful,” Jacques says as he suppresses a groan. His lips and tongue circle above my mouth and every time I try to kiss him, he pulls back. It drives me crazy. When his mouth or tongue does touch mine, I immediately feel the effect between my legs; I want him so badly.

Jacques grabs me by my hips and turns me in one motion so that I lie on my stomach in front of him. He twists my long hair around his hand and I feel him pushing my legs apart with his knee. Very slowly, he draws a line with his finger over my back, my butt, and then his finger disappears between my labia. He circles until I start to moan louder. Just before I fall over the edge of an orgasm, he suddenly stops. “Just wait a little longer,” says Jacques.

With his hands, he firmly grips my hips and I feel Jacques slowly disappearing inside me. The fact that I’m still tied to the bed and that I can’t see him makes me even more excited than I already was. Jacques moves faster and deeper inside me. His breath catches. “Now Roos, now,” he calls out and I fall over the edge into my orgasm. Roos”À plus tard,” says Jacques. I’m still lying in bed and want to protest, but he silences me with his lips and tongue. God, this man can kiss. Just before he walks out the door, he loosens the tie and ties it around his shirt. “I’ll be back tonight.” I let myself fall back into the pillows. This Sunday in Paris is turning out to be a lot more fun than I thought.

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“À plus tard”, zegt Jacques. Ik lig nog steeds in bed en wil al protesteren, maar hij snoert me de mond met zijn lippen en tong. God, wat kan deze man zoenen. Net voordat hij de deur uitloopt trekt hij de stropdas los en knoopt hem om zijn overhemd. “Ik kom vanavond terug.” Ik laat me achterovervallen in de kussens. Deze zondag in Parijs pakt een stuk leuker uit dan ik dacht.