I silently started willing my pussy to not get wet but I could feel myself starting to make an embarrassing mark. He sat beside me and noticed my quandary but seemed to completely ignore it, maybe he was enjoying our kinky date after all. Instead he began kissing me passionately while pinching my nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt. I moaned and kissed him back just as urgently, pulling him close. Then he stood suddenly and held his hand out to me, leading me into the bedroom. We continued to kiss as he slid my top up licking and suckling my full breasts, nipples standing at attention longing for the touch of his mouth. As he suckled me, softly and sweetly he twisted his fingers sharply and a sharp pain ran from my nipple to my neck. The combined pleasure and pain made my pussy start pounding. His hand ran lightly down my body and cupped my juicy snatch. Then Paul looked up at me. “The safe word is Orange,” he said. I nodded in response, my focus on his hand on my swollen cunt. He squeezed hard. “Say it,” he commanded “just so we are clear.”
“Orange.” I breathed, barely making a sound.
“Good.” He said.
He caressed my g-spot with two fingers deep inside as his thumb rubbed my clit. My pussy was sopping, partially from the action, partially because this was practically an anonymous encounter. We barely knew each other! He clutched my ass to steady me as my knees started to buckle. He guided me gently to the bed.
“Undress.” he commanded brusquely, turning his back to me to rummage in the bureau.
He approached, a length of rope in his hand, pushing me back and binding my hands together, and then my ankles together, quickly and efficiently, then tying my ankles to my hands until I was trussed up like a pig. Being so vulnerable and exposed was a real turn on. I could feel my pussy start to ooze even more on my kinky date.