It's Too Tight - Chapter Two
Edginess is all relative.
It's Too Tight Chapter Two
by Magus Kiruleus
Her hands swept upwards across his chest, then held on gently to Ferr's neck as her lithe frame slowly stood up in front of him. Maria rubbed one knee against his exposed manhood, a small assurance of good things to come. His own hands stroked carefully along her bare sides, massive paws practically capable of engulfing her whole waist, so much smaller only because he was such a large wolf.
"Stand up," she almost ordered, the force diminished by her kind tone. His legs slowly shifted beneath him, until he was rising up on his feet and towering over her once more. Her hands let go when he was almost at full height, sliding down the soft fur of his chest again.
That chest, big and tough as it was, had always been something that she loved to get her hands on, and Ferr did her the service of letting her at it as much as she wanted. Her fingers gripped tight to the fur there, before putting a little more pressure against the hard surface.
He got the hint readily enough, and started to walk backwards towards the bed with her "pushing" him along.
"Yer gonna edge me, aren'tcha?" he asked with a smile, already knowing the answer. He caught her glance down at his hard, thick shaft, ready and needy as it was.
"I think that's fairly obvious," she replied simply, right as his legs came in contact with the bed. Her fingers released, spread out into palms, and pushed hard against the mammoth of a man in front of her. If he hadn't let her, it would have been like trying to trip a mountain - she wouldn't have been able to do anything.
But let her he did, and the great brown werewolf fell onto his back on the bed with his arms out wide. It creaked beneath him for a moment - but that was why they'd reinforced most of their furniture, for times such as this. He waited in that pose on purpose, to give her a good look at his subdued form before she started to climb onto the bed over him.
His eyes fell automatically from her face - her sometimes gentle, sometimes playful, always beautiful face - down into the valley between her hanging breasts, and as she came closer, he sidled further up onto the bed, until he was laying fully out on it in the center.
His shaft, still partially pinned flat against his abdomen by the purple speedo, was keenly aware of her weight as she sat down upon his middle. The fabric of her own too-small bikini rubbed purposefully against the exposed part of his shaft as she worked to make him groan. Big paws clenched around some of the sheets to keep his arms outstretched.
"Ya won't ... ohhhh ... ya won't ... edge me too long, will ya, deah?" the werewolf asked tentatively as he felt her hands threading through his hair, his manhood still throbbing hard between his body and hers.
"I haven't decided yet," she replied coyly, before trying to press her luck. "Say I wanted to tease your body for an hour or two first ... you wouldn't mind, would you?"
The manwolf groaned again, but it was impossible to tell if it was from the vise grip of the speedo on his sack, the feel of her body slowly rubbing his erection, or for what he knew was going to be a blissfully agonizing two hours. His shaft knew, too, as pre started to slip out of the tip - not that either noticed just yet.
"Ai," he started, taking in a deep breath before sealing his fate, "Wouldn't ... maind ... too much..."
Her grin redoubled, and so did the speed at which she was grinding against him. She let her fingers scratch down his shoulders, across his chest, before her fingers turned inward to grasp each of his nipples and give them a playful tug. "Who's a good boy..."
His chest rumbled with pleasure as his ego preened happily. "Ai am, honeylove."
Knowing how sensitive those points on his body became when he was aroused, her fingers kept toying with the buds, tugging and twisting on them a bit more to her husband's continued enjoyment. "Who's my ultra sexy musclebound stud-muffin of a hunk who loves being at my mercy for hours?"
A shiver ran up his spine. His ego writhed in ecstatic glee, his smile stretching a mile wide and his eyes dazedly slid half-shut.
"Is it me?" he asked, leaning his head slightly up off the bed. "Ai think it maight be me.."
Her fingers let go, and slid along his obliques. "I think it's you, too ... but a big - strong - bod - like this is dangerous, left free..."
"Oh. So it is," he said, lighthearted and continuing their verbal foreplay. Then he lifted both great arms up and flexed to show them off once more. "Ai could really hurt someone with these."
"Really could," she said back, as she leaned over him, one hand on his chest and the other feeling over the solid rock of a muscle.
"Maybe we should," he licked his lips quickly at the thought, "Faind something ta ... tai it down."
"Oh my," she returned in mock surprise, still feeling up his arm before letting her fingers stroke across his jaw instead. "Tie down the big, sexy beast? However could I manage that?"
"Hmmm ... howevah?" he replied, letting flexing arms relax, outstretched. "Perhaps, if ya ... snuck up all quiet laike on him, when he isn't looking."
"Perhaps," she repeated, as husband and wife exchanged knowing smiles. The werewolf winked his right eye at her, before closing both eyes shut entirely.
Her lips pressed unexpectedly to his own, and she held him by the jaw as they kissed for a long moment. Her body weight shifted off his middle, off of his shaft, and he felt the mattress shift up and down as she crawled to the edge, then slid off. He waited, giddily expectant, for her to return with the necessary toys. The pressure of cloth squeezing his sack had taken a bit more of a backseat to the rest of his feelings, the sensations building pleasure up throughout his nervous system.
He knew she was back, when he felt a familiar padded leather mitt being fit over his right paw, trapping his fingers halfway to a fist. His eyes stayed shut, but his smile spread wider on one side of his face.
"Goin all the way, are ya?" he asked, no longer pretending for foreplay's sake. He felt the strap cinch tight on his wrist, leaving his paw stuck inside.
"I thought I might as well," she replied as a small tug on his arm gave him the impression she had just tied the mitt to the bed post - like the rest of the bed, reinforced for such an occasion. A finger danced sensuously up and down the newly trapped forearm, before she started circling the other way. "Two hours with a stud ... my stud ... I figured I should tie you down proper..."
He felt her finger at his ankle next, followed by the leather strap encircling it. His left hand, still free, dared to stroke down his own abdomen and squeeze his shaft in the intervening moments.
"That's thoughtful of ya," he said like it was part of some lewd mischief. A second strap, fit to his other leg, came along with a clink of metal. His legs shifted slightly then, and it was easy to figure there was a spreader bar connecting the two of them together. She pulled the bar out, to stretch out both of his legs again as straight as they could go. His paw jacked more furiously at his erection while she tied each leg to the other bedposts, making him realize how very little slack he was going to have once all his limbs were restrained.
"Well," she started with mischief rising on her own end as she tickled at one foot, "It's not like you're the only one who enjoys you being helpless."
He still hadn't opened his eyes, otherwise he was sure he would have seen her smirk.
"Hey now," he complained, jerking his foot and curling his toes in. "Ya know Ai don't laike bein tickled."
She giggled softly, and tickled at the other foot instead. "I know. Sorry, dear. Just testing the restraints."
His inability to move or defend his feet from her momentary assaults was seemingly just what she was looking for, even if they made the large were huff in dissatisfaction.
Her weight pressed down again, in between his legs, and her soft caress trailed over his sack once more, making him shiver as he kept jacking himself off.
"I love you," her voice ghosted across his shaft.
He gulped once, before he replied the same.
"Ai love ya, too... It's, uh, the usual safewords, raight?"
Her right hand stroked gently over his forearm, before her soft touch told him to stop his self-pleasure. His flesh bent slowly to her will, even if the mind and the nerves demanded he keep going, that he was close and could find relief if he only pumped his erection a minute longer.
But stop, he did, to leave his rock-hard, ram-rod member for her and her alone to touch.
"I was thinking," she said softly, "since we're going all the way..."
The words made him whine before she had gone any further, but as if to muzzle his voice, she started fitting his left hand with the other mitt.
"That we could try ... being a bit edgier tonight."
The mitt cinched tight with an unnerving finality.
The big brown werewolf opened his eyes, staring meekly up at the figure of his wife. She was still holding his left paw, not yet tied to the last corner post, stroking his forearm affectionately.
"H-how much ... edgiah?" he gulped down, already thinking of a few darker things she could do to him like this - not least of which involving his bare feet, exposed pits, and an aversion to feathers.
"Well..." her eyes drifted off to a corner of the room, obviously just searching for how to phrase it while she continued to rub his arm with her right hand. "If we want to stick to a theme ... and we're already doing 'tightness'..."
Her left hand, previously fondling his sack through the cloth, pulled at the waist of the purple speedo, and let it snap harmlessly across his member. The sensation was still sharp enough to make his body give a small jerk in the restraints. Three limbs barely moved an inch.
The untied-yet-mitted hand moved to cover his shaft protectively, and he gave another meek whine.
"There's that collar," she teased him, and his mind immediately flashed to one of several they had - the one that 'best fit the theme,' and left him a dazed, heaving wreck for who knew how long afterward.
"Yes ... you remember the one," her brown eyes knew him too well. "And there are the clamps... the cockring ... We haven't used those in awhile."
If at all possible, his ears fell lower, and his eyes got a little wider.
She gently rubbed her knuckles along his shaft then, reminding them both of how incredibly aroused he already was, and how adamantly he already needed it.
- which, for both of them, assuredly promised an even more astounding experience.
"You know I'll take care of you," she enchanted softly, trying to give him a little innocent convincing. "Don't I always take good, good care of you?"
His throbbing shaft certainly thought so, and though he wasn't expressly keen on the idea ...
"It ... it was rathah intense, last taime," he admitted quietly, even as he considered the state of his left hand in the mitt. His fingers tried to squeeze a bit harder, to make a full fist, but the hard material inside ensured they couldn't fully curve inward.
The woman walked on her knees over to the side, where a black strap was waiting to latch the mitt to the bed post.
"So then..." she started carefully, her voice hushed, "You think it's okay, if we ... push a few boundaries together?"
The werewolf gulped as his brain made a last ditch effort to worry for his well-being, and whatever kind of mind-blowing experience was directed his way - whether he could take it, whether he wanted to take it, whether he'd like it or hate it or if he'd be begging to pop in the end. With his left arm, that'd be it. He'd be hers, completely, helplessly, submissively.
"Ai ... Ai guess ... we could," he started sheepishly, before he shook it off like a disguise to find the wolf underneath.
"Yes," he said firmly, and willingly gave his last free limb for her to tie down. "Yes. Let's ... push a few boundaries."