Lena kicked off her heels the second they got home from dinner, already giggling as she tugged Mark toward the bedroom. "You’ve been giving me that look all night, mister. The one that says you’re thinking about tying me up again. Admit it."
Mark grinned, loosening his tie with one hand while the other slid around her waist. "Guilty. But only if you promise not to wiggle out this time and turn the tables on me like last weekend. I still have rope burns on my wrists from your revenge."
She spun in his arms, pressing her body close. "No promises. Rules are boring. How about we both get tied? First one who escapes gets to decide what the other does with their mouth."
"Deal. But I’m starting with you." He kissed her hard, playful and deep, then pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips. "Strip for me, slowly. And tell me exactly how you want the knots."
Lena stepped back, eyes sparkling, and began unbuttoning her dress one slow pop at a time. "I want my wrists crossed behind my back first. Nice and snug so I can’t reach anything important. Then my ankles together so I have to squirm if I want to rub against you. And maybe that silk scarf over my eyes, because I love not knowing where your hands are going next."
By the time she was naked, Mark had the soft cotton ropes ready on the bed. He guided her down, kissing every inch he bound. "Wrists first, like you said. Cross them… there. How’s that feel? Too tight?"
She tested the give, arching her back with a little moan. "Perfect. Now my ankles. And while you’re down there, you might as well kiss my thighs and tell me what you’re planning to do once I’m helpless."
Mark laughed low, looping the rope with practiced ease. "I’m planning to lick you until you’re begging, then slide inside you while you can’t wrap those long legs around me. Sound good?"
"God, yes. Keep talking like that and I’ll come before you even touch my clit."
He finished the ankle tie, checked the circulation with gentle fingers, then reached for the scarf. "Blindfold time. Any last requests before you go dark?"
"Just that you narrate everything. I want to hear you describe how wet I look, how hard you are, all of it."
The scarf settled over her eyes. Darkness. Then Mark’s voice, warm and teasing right by her ear. "You’re already glistening, baby. That pretty pussy is all swollen and shiny. I’m stroking myself right now, letting you hear how slick my hand is because I’m thinking about sinking into you."
Lena squirmed, testing the bonds, laughing breathlessly when she realized she couldn’t close her thighs. "Tease. Come here and let me feel how hard you are. With my mouth first."
He straddled her chest carefully, guiding his cock to her lips. She opened eagerly, tongue swirling around the head while he groaned. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good when you can’t use your hands. Suck harder… yeah, just like that. I can see your nipples getting tighter every time I thrust a little deeper."
She hummed around him, the vibration making him curse playfully. "Keep that up and I’ll come down your throat instead of inside you. Is that what you want?"
Lena pulled back just enough to speak, lips brushing the tip. "No. I want you to fuck me while I’m tied. Flip me over, tie my ankles to my wrists if you’re feeling ambitious, and take me from behind. But only after you eat me out until I scream your name."
Mark eased off her, rolling her onto her stomach with gentle hands. He added a pillow under her hips, then spent long minutes with his mouth between her spread thighs, licking and sucking while narrating every reaction. "You’re dripping on my tongue. Every time I suck your clit you clench so hard I can see it. God, you taste sweet when you’re this worked up."
Her moans turned desperate, hips rocking as much as the ropes allowed. "Mark, please, I need you inside me now. Untie my ankles or leave them, I don’t care, just fuck me."
He untied her ankles only to guide her knees wider, then sank into her with one smooth thrust. Both of them groaned. He stayed deep, rocking slowly while he reached around to rub her clit in lazy circles. "You feel incredible. So hot and tight. Tell me how it feels being tied and filled at the same time."
"Like I’m going to explode," she gasped, pushing back against him. "Harder. And keep talking. Tell me you love owning me like this."
"I love it," he said, voice rough with affection and lust. "Love how you trust me. Love watching you come apart when you can’t move. Love that smart mouth of yours even when it’s busy moaning my name."
They moved together in a rhythm that built fast, playful dirty talk mixing with gasps and laughter when a knot slipped and she almost freed one wrist. Mark caught it, retied it tighter, then reached down to slap her ass lightly. "Naughty. Stay put."
Lena came first, crying out his name, body shaking within the ropes. Mark followed seconds later, pulsing deep inside her while he praised her through every aftershock. "That’s it, baby. So beautiful when you let go."
Afterward he untied her slowly, massaging each wrist and ankle, kissing the faint marks. They curled together under the covers, her head on his chest, both still catching their breath.
"So," she murmured, tracing lazy circles on his skin, "next weekend we switch. I get to tie you up and you have to beg."
Mark chuckled, kissing the top of her head.
"Can’t wait. But I’m warning you now, I’m going to be very, very vocal about exactly what I want you to do to me."
She smiled against his chest. "Good. That’s my favorite part."
