Page 29 of His Demands

I guide her through a series of simple, yet intimate commands, each designed to heighten her awareness and response to my touch. "Turn around, slowly," I instruct. "Feel each movement, each moment."

As she turns, I continue to guide her with my voice. "Now, lean back against me. Let yourself feel supported, safe."

She leans back, her body pressing lightly against mine, and I sense her easing into the experience, her initial tension melting away under my guidance.

"Trust me, Julie. Let go. Feel the freedom in surrender," I whisper into her ear, my hands resting lightly on her hips.

As she leans back, trusting me, I gently guide her arms behind her back. "I'm going to bind your wrists. It's all part of the experience, the trust," I explain softly, my voice a steady presence as I secure her hands with a soft, silken rope. The binding is firm but gentle.

Her breath hitches slightly at the sensation, a mix of anticipation and exhilaration evident in her posture, her back arching. "How does that feel?" I ask, ensuring her comfort is paramount.

"It's different, but exciting," she admits, a tremor in her voice betraying her growing eagerness.

I move closer to her, my body barely grazing hers, my breath warm against her neck. "Focus on the sensations. Let yourself be present in this moment, in every touch," I guide her, my hands tracing over her bound wrists, up her arms, and along the contours of her body.

Her breathing becomes more labored, a clear sign of her rising arousal. The restriction of movement seems to amplify her senses, each touch magnified, each caress sending waves of anticipation through her.

"You're doing great," I encourage her, my voice low and seductive.

As I continue to explore her body, her responses become more fervent, her body arching instinctively toward my touch. The combination of restraint and stimulation is weaving a potent spell, drawing her deeper into the experience.

"You're so responsive, Julie. So beautifully responsive," I murmur, watching as she writhes gently, bound yet free.

I can feel her body responding, the tension building like a crescendo. "Focus on my touch, on the sensations," I guide her, my words as much a caress as my fingers.

My finger trails down her front, along the flat plane of her stomach, over the thatch of hair above her pussy. She moans and squirms against me. Soon I’m right above her womanhood, my touch teasing her. She’s yearning, pressing her body against mine, guiding me without words.

I decide that the teasing has gone on for long enough. I move my hand between the warm silkiness of her thighs and guide her to spread them. She does, and I wrap my arm around her middle to hold her in place as I spread her lips open.

“Yes… yes, just like that.” Her words come out in pants, her breasts rising and falling as I tease her clit with my thumb. She’s soaking wet, letting me know in the most direct way how she’s feeling about our little experiment in pleasure.

I enter her with a pair of fingers. She moans again, clenching around my touch, bucking her hips into my hand. She’s warm and wet as I move in and out of her, her breaths coming quicker and quicker.

“Are you going to come for me?” I ask.

“Yes. I’m so damn close.”

I smirk. “Good. But you’re not going to do so until I tell you. Understood?”

“Y-yes.”

“Excellent.”

I continue to touch her, quickening and slowing my pace, bringing her to the edge only to pull her right back. Her legs are starting to shake, and I get the distinct impression that, without my holding her up, Julie would’ve collapsed under my touch.

Finally, I decide it’s time.

“Now. Come for me.”

Her hands clench and unclench, a physical manifestation of her internal struggle between control and surrender. "Ivan..." she gasps, her voice trembling.

"That's it, Julie. Let go," I coax, my touch becoming more focused, more purposeful as I guide her toward release.

As she nears the brink, her body tenses, a bowstring pulled taut. "You're almost there," I whisper, my voice a steady anchor in the storm of her sensations. "Let it happen."

With a final, gentle push from my fingers, she crosses the threshold, her body shuddering with release. "Ivan!" she cries out, her voice a raw, beautiful sound that fills the room.

I pull her gently into my arms, holding her as she comes down from the climax, her body still quivering with aftershocks. "You were incredible," I tell her, my voice filled with genuine admiration and a hint of awe at her trust and openness.

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