**Tied Down and Bent Back**

I knew Rose was into kink before we even started dating. That’s why, when she finally invited me to her private playroom, I wasn’t surprised by the padded table in the center, the cuffs dangling from the ceiling, or the collection of ropes neatly coiled on the shelf. But what *did* surprise me was how quickly she took control the second the door locked behind us.

She pushed me against the wall, her lips pressing hard against mine as her hands slid under my shirt. “You’re mine tonight,” she murmured between kisses, her fingers pinching my nipples just hard enough to make me groan. “And I want you to tie these perfect tits up until they’re begging to be touched.”

I didn’t argue. I just watched as she undressed, her curves glowing under the dim red lights. Her tits were incredible—full, heavy, the nipples already stiff as she pulled out a length of soft rope.

“Bend over backwards for me,” she ordered, guiding me toward the table. I leaned back until my hands touched the floor, my spine arching as she straddled my hips. The moment I was bent, vulnerable, she got to work.

The first loop of rope went around the base of her left breast, tightening just enough to make her gasp. She tugged it snug, then wrapped it again, each pass pushing her tit higher, the flesh swelling above the bonds. Her nipple was dark and hard, begging to be sucked, but I knew better than to touch—not until she let me.

Rose moaned as she tied off the first knot, then started on the right. The rope bit into her skin, her tits now lifted and squeezed between the coils, the pink tips glistening with arousal. She arched her back, pressing them forward, and I couldn’t help but groan at the sight—her chest bound, her pussy already wet against my stomach.

“Fuck, look at you,” I muttered, my cock throbbing as she rocked her hips, smearing her slickness over me.

“Like what you see?” She smirked, rolling her hips again, her clit rubbing against my abs. The ropes creaked as she moved, her tits straining against them.

“Fuck yes.”

She reached down, wrapping her fingers around my cock and stroking slowly. “Good. Because I’m not done yet.”

With her other hand, she grabbed another rope and looped it around both her tits, cinching them together until they were pressed tight, the flesh spilling over the top. Her breath hitched as she tied the final knot, her body trembling from the pressure.

“Now,” she panted, “you get to *use* them.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her hips, pulling her down as I thrust up, my cock sliding between her bound tits. The heat from her skin, the way her nipples brushed against me—fuck, it was almost too much.

Rose leaned forward, squeezing her tits tighter around my shaft, her lips parting as she watched me fuck them. “Yeah, just like that,” she moaned, her voice breathy. “Make them bounce.”

I did. My hips snapped faster, my cock gliding between her slick flesh, the ropes digging in deeper with every thrust. The wet sounds of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with her whimpers and my growls.

Then her hand slid between her legs, her fingers circling her clit. “Fuck—I’m close,” she gasped, her thighs clamping around me.

I reached up, pinching her nipple hard, and that was all it took. She came with a cry, her pussy dripping as her body shook. The sight of her—bound, trembling, her tits still wrapped tight—pushed me over the edge.

I groaned as I came, thick streaks painting her chest, some landing on her chin. She licked her lips, grinning as she rubbed my cum into her skin.

“Told you I’d make you mine.”

And she fucking did.