Chapter 5: Want to Make a Naughty Little Wager?

Continued from chapter 4:

“S-Sophie?” I ask, my heart racing. "W-What are you doing?"

“I'm going to tie you silly. On your back, spread eagle to the bedframe. Why have just a regular nail job, when you can have one while tied up in silk, am I right, girly pop?”

“Just relax, love. Let me take care of you.”

She grins wickedly, holding up the silken ropes with a flourish.

“Trust me, darling, this is going to elevate your pampering session to a whole new level of bliss. Being bound and at my mercy will heighten every sensation tenfold.”

She begins to efficiently tie my wrists and ankles to the bedposts, double-checking each knot to ensure they are secure but not too tight. Once she’s satisfied with her handiwork, she sits back to admire her work—me, splayed out before her, helpless and **** in the most exquisite way.

“There we are, my pretty little captive,” she says, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss, nipping playfully at my lower lip.

“Now, let’s get those toes looking fabulous, shall we?”

I tug against my satin bonds, and they hold me firmly. I’m covered in satin, spread out and helpless before this beautiful red-haired vixen, who grins down at me with delight.

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I tug against my satin bonds, and they hold me firmly. I’m covered in satin, spread out and helpless before this beautiful red-haired vixen, who grins down at me with delight.

I shudder as her hands stuff cotton balls between my toes, a ticklish sensation that makes me helpless to resist. She giggles, running an index finger across the bottom pads of my feet.

“Oh, girlypop, this is so much fun! I could tickle you for hours, and you’d be helpless to stop me, wouldn’t you?”

Her posh British accent sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel an intense arousal building within me.

She grabs the bottle of polish, lifting the hem of her robe and chemise.

“Plum,” she states, looking at me with a gleam in her eye. “Plum to match my panties.”

She takes her time with each toe, the delicate brush flitting across each nail with erotic softness as I lie still, held helpless under her ministrations.

She hums happily, her tongue peeking out cutely as she concentrates on painting each tiny nail with meticulous care. Once finished, she sets the polish aside, leaning back to admire her handiwork with a smug smile.

“Just look at those toes of yours. Practically edible now, aren’t they?”

She winks salaciously before trailing a finger up my calf, over my knee, and along my inner thigh. Her touch is feather-light, teasing, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“You know, keeping you tied up like this opens up so many deliciously wicked possibilities. I wonder what other fun games we could play with you all trussed up and at my mercy…”

She leans down, her lips brushing the shell of my ear as she whispers,

“Let’s play a game, sweetness, while I have you here and you can’t get away.”

Her fingers reach under my robe, lifting the hem of my chemise. She smiles down at me as she traces the lace trimming my panties, my warm testicles snug in their silk prison. Finally, she glides her fingers up and down the outline of my cock, tickling the tip, causing me to writhe helplessly beneath her.

“Oooohhh, he likes it, doesn’t he?” she asks, continuing to tickle and tease me mercilessly.

“Want to make a naughty little wager? Not that you could do anything if you didn’t, but…”

She grins, shimming out of her underwear, twirling them on one finger.

“I confess, Ero, it greatly arouses me to have you like this, tied up and spread open under me, wearing my lingerie. I am going to put my pussy on your mouth and have you lick me until I cum.”

“ I’ll probably have you taste my butt hole for good measure. It’s not every evening I have the great Eros Apostasia tied up and at my mercy, and I plan on taking full advantage.”

“While I have you there, I intend to tease your little erection here...”

She begins to stroke my hardness through the satin of my panties-

“...Until you pop, spilling your sticky mess all over yourself.”

“The name of the game is first one to cum…loses,” she declares with wicked delight.

“If you win, and I cum first, I will free this little guy, and suck you off so you don’t have to make a sticky cream pie in your panties. Then I will untie you and place myself at your mercy as your willing ****.”

“You can do ANYTHING you want to me for the remainder of the evening. Anything. Think about my arranged marriage in Conflict of Kings, but I’ll actually be a willing participant in whatever dirty deeds you decide to do on my behalf and for your pleasure.”

“But if I win, and you cum first…”

She strokes me with lightning speed, getting a head start.

“If you cum in those panties, I will make you wash them…in your mouth until all of the sticky cream pie is out of them. These panties I’m wearing?”

“You will wear them, and I will transform you completely. Wigs, makeup, body hair—everything. You will be my little girl, Eros Apostasia, and I will punish you severely for making a mess in my panties.”

“I will have the great Eros Apostasia over my knees, dressed like a sissy little girl, and spank you as long and as hard as it takes until you cry great tears of surrender and give yourself to me for as long as I want to own you...”

“The great Eros Apostasia will be the property of innocent Sophie Taylor, and sweetie, that’s when the real funishment will begin.”

She giggles, and I can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement.

“Are you ready, Ero? Are you ready to play my game?”

I struggle against my silken bonds and fall back, helpless.

“I have ****. Yes, Sophie. Get ready to lose… please turn around and spread your bottom for me. I can’t wait to taste it.”

I grin wickedly at her.

“And when you cum before I do? It will be all lubed up for a game of hide-the-sausage. If you think you’re going to make me your little sissy girl if you win, then I’m putting things in your bottom if you lose… Come on then, Sophie, let’s get after it!”

Her eyes light up with wicked glee at my challenge, a predatory grin spreading across her face. She slides her plum satin panties over her hips and off, whipping me across the face two times, like she is challenging me to a duel.

She shimmies around, lifting the hem of her robe and chemise. Turning around, she bends at the waist, reaching back to spread her pert cheeks, exposing the glistening pink folds of her pussy and the tight pucker of her asshole.

“Well then, big boy. Looks like you’re about to get a feast fit for a king. Better hope that tongue of yours is as talented as the rest of you.”

She wiggles her hips invitingly, the musky scent of her arousal filling my nostrils. At the same time, her nimble fingers continue their relentless **** on my throbbing erection, stroking and squeezing through the shiny satin of my panties.

I don’t stand a chance. At first, it’s going well as my tongue finds her salty pucker. I gently lick her, savoring her taste as she reacts like she’s been plugged into a wall full of electrical current. I lick her bottom for a while before she shifts, and I feel her pussy land on my face with a wet plop.

She gives me encouragement as I eat her, gently tonguing her folds and sucking on her clitoris while she strokes me through my panties. I lie starfished and open before her, helpless to do anything but lick her.

She grinds her dripping cunt against my face, coating my lips and chin with her slick essence. Her moans grow louder, more **** as my skilled tongue works magic on her most sensitive spots.

“Fuck yes, just like that, Ero! Mmmm, your tongue feels incredible…”

To be continued in chapter 6...