I like to play Evie with her nighthawk outfit on. Not for any tactical advantage, but for the tie around her neck. I like to think that after a long, tiring day, Jacob ties up his sister and pulls up her necktie as either a gag or blindfold. He’ll disrobe her and play with her, with his mouth on her clit and his fingers fondling her nipples. Evie pleasantly groans as she feels her powerlessness, and her brother doing the few things she actually likes him for.
‘Imagine your worst Templar enemy, tied up in an uncomfortable chair, naked, his painfully hard cock twitching in agony against the rough ropes as you tease him for hours and days, but never ever allow him release.’
I imagine having a sex session with Jacob and Arno, blindfolded and tied, and play a little game. They have their way with me one after the other and when it’s done, I have to guess who it was 😉
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Crawford Starrick + Rope + Some Imagination = Best Night Ever ♡
‘Haytham has been a bad boy lately. I bought handcuffs and will punish him severely tonight.’
‘I want to watch Jacob struggle against his bonds and whine against his gag while I play with his cock and fuck him slowly with my vibrator. Maybe I’d even rim him if he’s a good boy. I know how much he loves my tongue in his ass.’
‘I’ve always only had sweet, romantic vanilla sex with Arno up til now, but as his hands roam my body, I ask if he had learnt any kinkier, dirtier tricks from his friend, the Marquis de Sade. This raises an eyebrow, but soon I find out a completely different side to my lover when he fetches a few lengths of satin ribbons, a riding crop and a blindfold. And when he’s done, I’m left breathless, blushing and pleasured beyond belief, no longer wondering why they call him “The Fearless Assassin.”’
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Master Kenway had instructed me to teach Shay self control and provide emotional support when needed. “I’m sure you will be creative about it. I cannot spare any time for him, so if you will please.” He sent me off as he nursed his hot tea. It was obvious he was taking advantage of the blatant flirting that had been occurring between Shay and I, as well as factoring in my previous occupation. I smiled a bit. I’d been wanting to celebrate Shay’s birthday since I learned it a few years back. So when we ended up on his bed with me straddling his lap, my teeth worrying over his nipple and my pussy rubbing against his leaking, red cock, I understood what the other women meant by sleeping with someone who returned your desires.
He was hissing and rocking his hips up, and for every thrust, I tightened the small belt at the base of his cock another notch. Shay cried out when I switched nipples, and began pinching the wet one. He was a sight to see, hands tied up above his head and his teeth breaking the skin of his bottom lip. Taking a little mercy on him, I rolled my hips and pushed his cock into my soaking pussy, undoing the belt on his cock. I groaned around his nipple and bit down until I tasted his blood. He tossed his head to the side and screamed into the pillow as he came, hot seed filling me up and making me orgasm along with him. Legs shaking, I released his hands and kissed his mirthful mouth. “Happy Birthday to me then?” I grinned. It sure is.
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‘For Shay’s birthday, I would tie him up in a chair and do a strip tease for him, followed by a sensual massage and a lot of whipped cream.’
I wanna tie, ride and satisfy Shay so badly that I’m about to lose my mind.