Sweetest Surrender

The Sweetest Surrender

With her hands crossed and firmly tied together he wrapped the rope around her neck and tied it in a close fitting noose. Rising he took a step back to admire his handiwork. The young girl lay unconscious on her back, her shoulder length brown hair hiding where her hands were tied behind her head and fastened to the rope that encircled her neck. He knew from experience that when she struggled it would tighten the noose and reduce her resistance until she could get enough breath to fight him again. He liked it when they struggled. She lay beneath him, mouth agape, her peaceful expression belying the fact that was naked, legs wrapped around him and tied together at the ankles by a short cord to keep her further restrained.
He smiled, adjusting her limp form, caressing first a cheek and then a round breast. The whole scene was so tranquil that he almost hated to wake her. Almost. Picking up a roll of duct tape he tore off first one piece and then another of the thick tape. Doubling it up he leaned down over her, grinning as he pinched an unsuspecting nipple, applying more pressure and finally a twist when she didn’t respond. She awoke with a pained start, gasping, her brown eyes opening and her face contorting in a pained expression.
Releasing her breast he pressed the thick tape over her mouth before she could make a commotion, beaming into her confused eyes.
“Hey there, princess. Did you have a good nap?” He patted her face and then her chest, causing her eyes to widen still further in shock and dismay. “I imagine you will be all rested up and ready for a good fuck, eh?” She screamed into her gag, fighting to break free of the ropes that held her captive. He smiled knowingly into her frantic brown eyes, watching her face tingle red from exertion and frustration as the rope around her throat tightened. Twenty or so seconds of determined struggle had the rope quite tight around her windpipe, but she continued her dedicated efforts until her face was flushed dark rage and oxygen deprivation. She wrapped her freshly shaven legs around his thighs, anchoring them there to give her more leverage against the unyielding ropes, but to no avail.
Finally she gave in, her arms dropping to the pillows on the bed, her bare chest heaving from her tantrums. “Have we gotten that out of our system yet, or do we still need more convincing?” He stroked the very tip of each of her nipples, earning a soft shriek of rage and anguish into her gag. “Yep, I’d say you’ll take more convincing.” With that he stroked her nipples once more, then traced the edges of her well rounded breasts as though they were the most delicate of works of art.