Bruce Winchester: Locked Down Ch 9 by BruceWinchester

Bruce Winchester: Locked Down Ch 9 by BruceWinchester

Explore the thrilling ninth chapter of Bruce Winchester's adult sex story, Locked Down. Delve into a world of seduction, passion, and desire as the characters navigate their desires and boundaries.<br/>

This was really the critical moment for me. Bruce was in real control of Bianca who had sunk into his commands like they were the softest cushion. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel watching him feed another woman with his insatiable erotic energy. Of course, I had my ace in the hole. My left hand subconsciously strayed to the key around my neck while my right hand found my clit through my panties. My attention was on Bianca’s pristine hard nipples. Her gaze was fixed on the movie. Bruce was maneuvering around her. I could only imagine how his hard cock must be pressing into my restraint.

He drew Bianca’s tied hands over her head by their rope lead, fed the lead through the steel loop he’d just fixed to the wall and tied them off with a knot. She remained seated but her arms were pulled up to keep her in an ever-so-slightly uncomfortable position. Her breathing grew heavier as she felt him place both of his hands on her tits again. If she was still capable of rational thought, she would’ve deduced that he’d tied her up to the wall, leaving her front fully exposed for whatever he had in store.

After toying with her breasts, squeezing them this way and that, playfully smacking them from the side and watching them jiggle, he stood up and stepped out of the room for a minute. I noted the pink flush above her sternum and in her cheeks, breasts rising and falling slowly as she tried to control her breathing. This was the look every woman was trying to copy with her blush. Freshly fucked or in need of a good fucking, flushed pink at the top of her breasts and on her cheeks. I spread my legs open with one over each arm rest on the chair and watched Bianca’s eyes, policing her to make sure she kept watching the movie while I slowly teased my clit.

Bruce returned with a couple of bags that he placed judiciously out of Bianca’s line of sight, but not before walking past her so she could see that he had more equipment. The first thing he took out of the bag was his DSLR camera. He’d been a hobbyist photographer a few years prior but rarely took it out of its bag anymore. She must’ve just been able to see him out of the corner of her eye, but probably couldn’t tell what he was up to.

He started snapping photos. The DSLR mirror snapped up and down with each flick of the button, causing a characteristic and highly identifiable sound. Bianca trembled subtly at each click of the camera shutter, her breasts jiggling ever so slightly.

“Comportment. Remember. Comportment. I won’t have you spoiling my photos by moving around too much, Bianca,” Bruce reminded her sternly.

Bianca whimpered. “Yes sir, I’m doing my best. Won’t you help me come please? I need to come.”

“You’ll come when I say you come, and not a moment before,” Bruce told her as he continued snapping photos.

“Yes sir. I understand. I will wait for you to tell me when I can come,” she responded desperately.

Fuck – watching him toy with her was such an incredible turn on. He was in total control of the situation and she was like putty in his hands. Beautiful, soft, fleshy putty ready to be used, abused, or taken in any way he wanted – except with his dick. I had caged his manhood, forcing him to use his creative and perverted mind to take control of her rather than the bluntest tool available. It was a joy to watch him under the constraints of this predicament and I felt myself growing towards orgasm imagining him trying to fuck her with his caged cock and failing to satisfy his need for visceral conquest.

Steady. Steady. I needed to pace myself. I slowed down my touch so I could enjoy the show he was putting on for me. He snapped a few more photos. She seemed to have relaxed into her new role as photography model, spreading her knees slightly more. Her pussy was so wet that I could smell her dew across the room. It was sweet but subtle like a golden melon. I longed to lick her from asshole to clit and taste her wetness.

“Bruce, I think you should fuck her now. Why don’t you?” I goaded him. I held the key to his deliverance in my fist, out from my chest so he could see how firmly I grasped it while I lightly flicked my clit through my cotton panties.

Bruce glowered at me. He was powerless to fuck her, no matter how much they both might want it. His cock had to have been ready to explode by now, given the scene. I felt secure knowing I’d placed a limit on his power that he could feel in his bones.

“I have other plans tonight,” he quipped back. Bruce opened up his bag and pulled out more rope. He sensually teased the inner thigh of her right leg and slowly traced his fingertips out towards her knee. Rather than following her knee’s bend, he continued extending his touch out, lightening it until they were barely touching. She took the cue and straightened her leg out to meet the tips of his fingers. He worked his way down her calf to the arch of her foot before slowing down again. She pointed her toes to extend the line he was drawing down her leg as far as she could. When he got to her big toe she was straining to try to stay in contact but couldn’t stretch her leg out any further.

“Good,” he commented. “Keep your toes pointed like that.”

Bianca gulped, flexing her leg as far as she could. Bruce reached to the side and wrapped the hemp rope around one ankle. Drawing her leg out to the side, 90 degrees from her body, he tied her off to another newly installed attachment point. He slowly repeated this performance for the other leg.

Bianca’s legs were pointed straight out. Her pelvis had curled under as a consequence of her stretched legs. Her pussy was wide open to the room and her arms were extended over her head in a slightly stressed position. She was so vulnerable. Her breasts heaved, her toes were pointed and her calves flexed. Bruce stood back and took some more pictures of his work. She gazed ahead at the film as intently as she could, but it was clear that she couldn’t hold this position for too long.

“Stay right there, my pretty. I need to make sure you’re … secure, for what comes next,” Bruce threatened. Throughout this process I was edging myself repeatedly. It was so hot watching her stroke her soft legs, imagining how soft and smooth her skin must be. I wished those were my fingers. I’m sure they could’ve been, but I’d given over dominion of Bianca’s body to Bruce for the time being. Bruce grabbed a few things out of his bag and clamored over the couch again, working his way around Bianca. He drove another screw into the attachment point for her hands. When she heard the high pitched whine of the drill her body started to shake. Her system was getting overloaded.

He moved to the next point at her right leg and drove in another screw. I looked over. He’d already fixed each of these loops into a stud with 3 screws. Adding a fourth was pure performance. He wanted her to feel like she was permanently attached to the wall. The knots he’d tied were quick release though, and I knew he had safety shears in his bag. He’d also meticulously checked to ensure his knots weren’t too tight. This man was an expert. He knew how to make dangerous things just safe enough, while maintaining the illusion of real danger. Again, when the drill whined and drove the screw in, Bianca’s body trembled. It took a little longer to calm back down after he stopped this time.

He wasn’t oblivious to the stress he was putting her under. Before moving to the third attachment point, he stroked his fingertips through her long hair a few times, petting her to show her that she was loved and appreciated. “That’s my good girl. You’ll be able to relax soon,” he offered. Her discomfort was such a turn on for me. He played with her nipples like the knobs to an old radio for a minute before continue to the third attachment point, making eye contact with me while he touched her. Her pussy was glistening. I sped up my action, bringing myself closer to orgasm.

He stepped away and drove in the final screw. Bianca couldn’t take it anymore. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a guttural moan. Her body wanted to orgasm but she needed more touch to bring her over the plateau. Bruce shoved his hand onto his cock, wanting to whip it out but clearly frustrated at the cold steel he found surrounding it.

I looked at the two of them, frustrated and wanting more, knowing they were both completely in my power. And I came. I came HARD. I joined Bianca’s moan. This was no porn star moan. It was low. Lower than I knew my voice could get. My body writhed in the chair, humping the air and wishing I was full. My orgasm seemed to just keep going and going. Wave after wave wracked my body. When the waves finally subsided I looked up. Bianca was slumped but still restrained. She was staring at my lustfully and enviously. Bruce was staring at me too from alongside Bianca. He was grasping at his cock shaking it frustratingly in its cage.

I blinked in stupor, feeling so pleased with my prize. My orgasm. It was delicious, especially knowing how much those two wanted one. Bruce was under my thumb, and Bianca was under his. He could give her as much pleasure as he wanted, but then he’d be the only one living in denial of his needs.

“Well,” Bruce finally turned back to Bianca. “I see you’ve lost your comportment. That’s okay, my pet. You’re going to want to relax for tonight’s …climax.” He went to her side and arranged some pillows to support her body, legs still spread wide open. He took another item out of his bag — a black silk neck tie.

He bent in front of Bianca and looked her in the eye. Her lips still parted subtly and her face beautiful but somewhat defeated in her sexual frustration. He tipped her chin up with two fingers again and gave her a slow, soft, sensual kiss. It must’ve been the first time they kissed. I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on in that kiss, but I knew he was conveying more than lust and control. He had to have been conveying love and care as well. Her body was so much more relaxed when he pulled away after a minute or so.