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“I am going to have a very interesting answer for people when they ask me what I did over the holidays.” Namor mused as he watched Shuri work, fascinated by her quick industrious fingers.
“You’re going to tell them how wonderful your girlfriend is at gift wrapping .”
She didn’t look up as he snorted in response, too focused on what she was doing so it could be done correctly, but also wanting to finish up quickly. With each tiny knot and twist of rope, she could feel a hot rush of excitement.
Shuri had admittedly fallen down the rabbit hole of videos for this particular project so she was feeling pretty confident when she was done.
She stepped back to look at Namor trapped in an intricate rope work, legs spread, tied down to a chair.
His arms were tied behind his back, forcing him to lean all the way back, with his butt scooted to the edge of the chair. There was a tricky bit of rope work across his stomach that looked like a large fish net, but left his broad chest perfectly exposed and free.
Her eyes traced down two ropes on either side of his upper thighs, framing his crotch, and showcasing a rather impressive erection already straining against his green shorts.
With Namor tied down, vulnerable, and completely trusting made Shuri begin to ache with want. It surprised her how overheated she was already feeling by just looking at him on full display. A gift ready to be ripped apart. Calm down, you haven’t even done anything yet. She bit her lip before bringing her eyes back to Namor, who had been watching her intently.
“Are they too tight?”
Namor strained against the ropes and another rush of heat shot through Shuri as she watched the ropes dig into his skin. “This is fine.”
She grinned and picked up a piece of cloth from the table near them. “Alright, what safe word do you want to use?”
“Chimichanga.” He deadpanned.
Shuri laughed, smacking him lightly with the cloth in her hand. “Absolutely not. Veto. Pick another.”
“Miiso’.”
“Better.” She leaned in close, giving him an affectionate peck on his lips before adding the final touch. A blindfold wrapped securely around Namor’s head, leaving him to rely on all of his other senses.
Shuri bounced back and danced from foot to foot, her excited state was making it hard to begin. A feast was set before her and she wanted a piece of everything all at once. She ghosted her fingers over the ropes on his stomach, her fingers dipping across skin and bumping over roped. His breathing hitched unevenly with every bit of contact.
She then dug her fingers under the ropes to tug them forward with a firm snap of her wrist and watched in fascination as he gasped out.
“You know, you were hard as soon as the ropes began to tighten, before I was even done tying you up.” Shuri gave another tug to prove her point, hearing another pleased noise from the back of his throat. “Do you like this?” She leaned down, holding onto the ropes, to lick at his exposed nipples and dragged her teeth across the fleshy part of his chest.
Namor didn’t have a chance to answer as his mind was too focused on Shuri, moaning from her alternating between rough and soft touches.
Shuri suddenly stopped and reached up to hold his chin with one hand, turning his head in her direction. She leaned in close to whisper against his lips. “I asked you a question, my love. You need to answer me or I will stop and finish by myself while you sit and listen.”
He strained against the ropes with another groan, “Yes I like this.”
A thrill went through Shuri at his reaction, boosting her confidence to continue. “Like this what?”
“I like this, princess .” Namor growled his answer in a way that made Shuri want to forget the play and just use him to get off.
“What a good and pretty man.” She licked at his bottom lip but pulled away when Namor leaned forward to kiss her. Her mouth instead went to his neck, biting the juncture where his neck met his shoulder.
The sounds coming from him had her crawling into his lap, grinding herself against the length of his cock, and letting out a satisfied moan of her own at her momentary relief. She was still dressed in a thin slip of a dress and underwear with him still in his shorts, but she wanted to feel skin against skin.
Shuri leaned back, gripping onto the rope directly down the middle of his chest, and balancing on his lap to reach for the scissors on the table. He leaned forward slightly from her weight, giving her the reach she needed to grab the item. “Can you help me by leaning back again?”
Namor obeyed, leaning them both back with a grunt as she held onto the rope, settling her back firmly in his lap.
“Mm such a good boy.” She ghosted her lips across his and he leaned forward to try and kiss her again, groaning in frustration when she evaded him again. “Alright, I need you to stay very very still ok.” Shuri presses the flat of the scissors to his neck. “Understand?”
“Yes, princess.”
Shuri slid out of his lap to the floor, pinching the fabric of his green shorts to pull it safely above his erection and made a small cut into the fabric before sliding the scissors away from them across the floor. She then squeezed her fingers through the hole of the fabric and ripped the fabric with one hard yank, allowing his cock to spring out.
He let out a shuddering sigh of relief, leaning his head all the way back.
“I'm going to practice seeing how far I can fit you down my throat.” She watched his throat as he swallowed and gently placed a hand on the length of him, pushing it forward slightly against his stomach. With very little pressure she palmed him, causing him to buck his hips. The ropes tightened around his thighs, not letting him get very far. “You need to stay very still or I'll stop. Understood?”
Namor swallowed again, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, princess.”
Kneeling before him, she licked her lips. Let the feast begin. She gave a small affectionate kiss on the very tip of him before sucking him into her mouth, bracing her hands on either thigh. Shuri alternated between swirling her tongue around the head of his penis and sucking gently.
His body tensed and trembled but he never moved. Shuri rewarded him by slowly easing him further into her mouth, breathing through her nose as she carefully tried to fit as much of him as she could before having to pull back up. Not quite far as she would like, but Shuri didn’t mind the practice.
And practice she did.
With each try, Shuri got him a little further into her mouth, and every time Namor became more of a whimpering mess. Struggling to not move in her mouth as instructed, but Shuri could see how tight the ropes looked around his tensed muscles.
When she finally got him to reach the back of her throat, she immediately gagged and had to pull back coughing.
“Shuri?” Namor called out in alarm.
She laughed through her coughing, waving her hand in front of her face even though he couldn’t see her. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” Her jaw was beginning to hurt so she kissed the base of his cock and took him in her hand, pumping up and down at a steady pace.
Namor groaned out her name, his skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His body tense with the want of movement, but he continued to obey her by not moving. Kind of want him to fail though. Shuri smirked as she kissed the inside of his thigh, giving him a small firm bite, but she was only rewarded with a small hiss and his leg muscle tensing.
Hmm. Shuri scooted closer, bringing her lips to brush against the skin of his ballsac and she felt him go still. She then opened her mouth and sucked a single ball into her mouth, lavashing it with attention with a swirl of her tongue, careful not to be too rough. Again he did not move, but she was satisfied with the choked moan as she leaned back with a wet pop as she released him from her mouth.
Not wanting to neglect any part of him she gave the other one the same attention, dragging the nails of her free hand down the length of his thigh. When she was done she brought her mouth back to his cock, to give her time to think of another tactic. With all his trembling and soft pleading she was surprised he hadn’t moved yet.
She worked both her hand and mouth simultaneously, hearing the tell tale pitch in his breathing that told her he was getting close when she came up with one last idea. Using her free hand, she trailed it back up the inside of his thigh, ghosting them across his ballsac, and then trailing them just below to-
“Ah!” Namor suddenly shouted in surprise, his hips jerking upwards into her mouth. “Sh-shit.”
I WIN!
Pulling all the way off of him, Shuri grinned in satisfaction at his very vocal frustration. She swallowed, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice when she spoke. “Ah ah ah, I told you not to move.”
“I'm sorry.” He rasped, his voice sounding wonderfully strained to her ears.
“And I didnt ask you a question so you could speak.”
Namor’s mouth shuts with a snap, jaw clenching and cock twitching at her tone.
Shuri squeezed her legs together, her underwear feeling drenched. The real reason she wanted him to fail was that she couldn’t take it any more. The taste of him and the delectable sounds that he was making in the back of his throat as had tried so hard to stay still had wound her up so tightly that she was ready to burst.
Why not make him suffer a little longer for getting her in such a state?
“Did you want to cum in my mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Say please.” She purred, pressing her chest against him to trap his cock between their bodies.
Namor gritted his teeth. “Please.”
“I need you to be more specific.” Shuri placed small kisses on his stomach between the ropes.
His chest was heaving, the ropes digging against his stomach, a slight whine touching the edge of his words. “Please let me cum in your mouth, princess.”
Shuri leaned down to give one final kiss on the head of his cock before reaching up to grab onto the rope at his chest and pulling herself up.“I think not. I want to cum first.” She leaned on him as she reached under her slip to yank her underwear down, kicking them off to some part of the room and immediately forgotten as she straddled his thigh with a satisfied sigh.
Skin to skin, just like she wanted.
She wove her fingers within the crisscross pattern of the ropes and scooted herself forward to better adjust and, “A-Ah!” There.
Using the added leverage of the ropes to pull her forward and keep her steady, she began moving her hips, gasping at the feel of his thigh between her legs. She was surprised at how good it felt, getting the friction she needed as she watched his jaw clench. Clearly affected by her pulling the ropes and moaning on top of him, as the length of him bounced slightly from her movement.
It was intoxicating to watch the sweat drip down his neck to absorb into one of the ropes, feeling the tense of his leg under her. She felt very much in control in his vulnerable state, and with the wet slide of her on his leg it was clear just how affected she was by all of this just as he was.
One hand untangled from the ropes to slide down his stomach, the back of her hand gently touching the head of his cock. Just enough to let some of the precum that had been dripping out to wipe onto her hand.
Shuri ground her hips a little more frantically on his leg, feeling herself getting closer to the end. She just needed one last push. “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Please.” He begged desperately, the sound of his voice sending a much needed bolt of heat to her core.
“Well then-oh!” Shuri leaned back, holding on to the ropes with one hand and placing a hand behind her to hold onto his knee. The steady climb of her orgasm was so so close, making her head lean back in ecstasy. “You should have listened before-ah! I’m -N-Namoooor!” She screamed out as she came hard, trembling and gripping the ropes to yank him forward. Shuri kissed him sloppily, still gasping as she continued to ride out her orgasm. Not being able to touch her, all Namor could do was groan into the kiss and lick into her mouth.
She continued to kiss him, her hips coming to a slow stop, her release making her thighs slick against his.
Namor whispered weakly against her lips. “M-miiso’.”
Oh! The word cut through her haze and she got off of him as quickly as she could on trembling legs. She found the scissors again and helped him untangle from the intricate rope work. Luckily there was a trick to the way she tied the ropes, where all she had to do was cut in two specific locations that would unravel the work easily from his body.
She helped him into standing and watched as he shrugged out of his ruined shorts and the ropes wrapped around his legs. As he took off the blindfold, she turned away from him for a moment to place the scissors back on the table. “Are you alright?”
“I feel perfectly fine.” He responded calmly, moving to get behind her.
“Wh-” Shuri tried to look at him but he forced her forward to place both her hands on the table. He pulled her hips back slightly before roughly pushing inside of her. With her still being incredibly wet, it made for an easy entry, but she was also still incredibly sensitive and couldn’t hold back the scream that ripped out of her. “Namor!”
“Is this too much Shuri?” Namor growled into the back of her neck, slamming his hips at a punishing pace, one hand slipping underneath her slip to grab onto her breast. “I know how sensitive you get after you’ve just cummed.”
“Y-yes!” Was all she managed to get out, sparks of intense pleasure bursting within her with each thrust of him inside her. Too much yes, but she didn’t want him to stop.
“Well that's too bad.” The hand gripping on to her hip slips down between her legs, making Shuri scream out again when his fingers come into contact with her sensitive clit. Her head leaned back onto his shoulder and he buried his face into her neck, kissing her fevered skin. Namor moved his head, his lips sliding from her neck to her ear. “Where do you want me? Inside?”
“PleasePleasePleasePlease!!” Shuri sobbed out, reaching back with one hand to grip onto his sweat slicked hair.
Namor leaned heavily on her back as his hips stuttered against hers, letting out a long guttural moan as he released deep inside her. He removed his hand from her breast to hold himself up on the table, his other hand still working at her clit relentlessly until she came for the second time that night.
She collapsed fully on top of the table exhausted. “You jerk.” Reaching back weakly to hit his shoulder with the back of her hand.
“You could have said the safeword.” He chuckled, kissing down her spine gently, before slipping out of her and helping her to walk her to the bed. To which the two of them promptly collapsed on. Namor on his back and Shuri on her side, touching his stomach.
“I think you used the safeword wrong.” She bit her lip, trying to hold back a smile.
Namor stretched his arms above his head with a lazy grin. “Sorry I'm new to this.”
A cell phone buzzed on the nightstand nearby and Namor stretched his arm up to grab it, swiping it open. He took a second to look at his phone before tossing it to the side.
“Text?”
“Email. We got approved for that apartment we liked.” He held up a hand and Shuri high fived it with a tired happy enthusiasm.