around her wrists, looping it over and over again before securing it on the snuggest possible setting. There’s still a stretch of leather remaining that isn’t looped around her wrists and simply hangs to the side, which is exactly what I want.
“Can you bring your hands down in front of you?” I ask.
She brings her arms down and quietly moves her bound wrists so that they’re resting on her breasts.
“Perfect. Now, that takes care of your claws,” I gesture to the bright red semi-circles, the marks from her nails, still visible on my biceps. She opens her mouth, likely to apologize again, and then bites her lip, remembering my directive to stay silent.
“And,” I go on, “in case you get carried away and are tempted to make a sound…” I take the loose end of the leather and hold it in front of her mouth. She stares at it in confusion. “You can just bite down on that.” Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise and she eyes the scrap of material dubiously. “Okay?” She nods vigorously and a shy smile crosses her lips as she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me towards her, asking me to enter her without making a sound. “Okay, okay,” I can’t help but chuckle. “Hang on.”
There’s no need to hesitate now. I slide into her immediately and quickly, feeling the hot tightness of her pussy envelope my cock, even through the latex. She’s so wet, I can now glide easily in and out. I pull almost fully out and then thrust back in all the way, hitting her so deep inside I can’t possibly go further. Her eyes roll in ecstasy as she throws her head back and gasps. I kiss her roughly, forcing her attention back to me. Her eyes focus on mine and lips part slightly. I swivel my hips, picking up the pace.
Her legs are now wrapped around my waist, urging me onwards. I can see the leather holding her wrists together straining as she pulls her wrists apart slightly. Her breathing is ragged, and I’m starting to feel a faint dew built up on my skin as I continue to pound myself into her, over and over.
She opens her mouth, and for a moment, I think she’s getting ready to speak or cry out. I raise an eyebrow in warning but there’s no need. She fumbles with the excess bit of leather from her binding and brings it to her mouth, taking it firmly between her teeth and biting down. She holds eye contact with me the entire time and, staring down at her this intently, I realize that her hazel eyes are flecked with the smallest bits of amber.
“I’m close,” I tell her gruffly. She nods, her legs squeezing tighter around me. Even with the leather strap between her teeth, reminding her to be quiet, small moans are escaping her lips. “I want you to come with me but I don’t want to hear a sound from you,” I remind her. She nods, pulling on the belt with the motion of her head.
I drive myself into her, lowering my body more firmly onto hers. Her bound hands on her breasts prevent me from lowering the top half of my body fully onto her, leaving me to stare her in the face, taking in every detail as we near the finish. There’s the light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, the droplets of sweat on her forehead, and of course those eyes. I feel a familiar shudder run through my legs as I tense them and give one last push, hard, into her warmth, feeling the muscles of her pussy contract and tighten around my member as we orgasm in unison.
She throws her head back, leaving her teeth to tear at the leather in her mouth as an explosion of air—but no sound—escapes from her lungs. Her bound hands are clasped as if in prayer, the fingers interlaced and squeezing tightly until suddenly they release and she goes limp underneath me. Spent.
I slip out of her and slide off of the bed, disposing of the condom in the bathroom. Then I fill a glass with water and return to the bedside. She’s lying perfectly still, staring up at me with wide eyes. She parts her lips, finally letting the leather strap drop.
“Water?”
She nods and inches herself into a sitting position. I hold the glass to her lips and she drinks eagerly for a moment.
“We don’t need this