Burglar Bondage: An Erotic Tale of Nighttime Passion
The evening had been chilly and dark, but when the man crept into the bedroom, he felt a sudden surge of heat. His heart raced as his eyes trailed along the woman sleeping soundly in the bed in front of him. His breathing hitched as his hands slowly caressed her curves, outlining her body beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. His fingertips became electrified with each movement, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his veins.
It was then that he noticed the handcuffs affixed to each bedpost, the gleam of silver in the moonlight. He hadn’t expected to find them here, but he was glad he had. He quickly set to work, binding her wrists and ankles to the bed with the cuffs. He wanted to make sure she couldn’t escape what he had planned for her.
As he stepped back and admired his work, she stirred slightly in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him with surprise. He felt a thrill of excitement run through him as she realized what was happening, and he could see the fear in her eyes.
He moved closer to her and lazily grazed the tips of his fingers along her skin. She trembled in anticipation of what he would do next. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“You’re my captive now. You can’t escape me.”
He trailed his hands lower, pushing her nightgown up to her waist. She blushed, her cheeks and neck turning a deep scarlet. His lips brushed against hers, and he felt her tremble as he teased her with soft kisses. He moved his hand further down her body, exploring and caressing her with his fingers as his tongue found its way into her mouth.
She moaned softly and clung to him as his kisses deepened. He felt her shift and writhe beneath him, the pleasure building within her. He continued to explore her body, his hands grazing her curves and exploring her contours. His fingers found her innermost regions, massaging, exploring and exciting.
The man was now aroused, and he wanted her, now. He pushed her back onto the bed and spread her legs, pushing her nightgown up past her hips. His mouth traveled down her body, tasting, licking, and kissing every inch of her. His finger explored the depths of her, slipping inside and teasing her until she was moans echoed around the bedroom.
He moved back to her front, pushing her legs up and apart as he entered her. She gasped as his hips thrust forward, her body arching against him. His mouth found hers again, his tongue exploring and tasting, his hands caressing and exploring.
The pleasure was intense, and he could feel her orgasm building. He moved faster, pushing her higher and higher until she shuddered and clung to him as her orgasm surged through her body. He followed shortly after, spilling himself inside her.
He lay there, panting, with his arms wrapped around her as they both caught their breath. He felt her body relax against his as the last of her aftershocks faded away.
He eventually rolled off of her and released her from the handcuffs, carefully cradling her in his arms and pulling her close. He kissed her softly, whispering words of love and admiration into her ear.
They lay there with each other until she fell asleep again, before he quietly slipped away back into the night, leaving her with the memory of their lovemaking.
The next morning, she awoke to find the handcuffs still attached to the bedposts, and a note:
“My dearest love,
I am so glad I found you. Your body is art, and your submission to me was beautiful. I won’t be able to stay, but I wanted you to know how much I care for you. Until next time.
Forever yours,
Your Burglar”
