As high heels clicked up the stairs, Rutger was left to stew in his latest predicament. And what a predicament it was: helplessly bound with silk scarves and then cocooned in what must’ve been four or five layers of bandages, cut from old satin bedsheets. Before his mouth got wrapped up, his kidnapper, Tabitha, had stuffed some of her worn underwear into it. By the taste of it, she had been very excited to enact this plan. And if the taste of the panties in his mouth didn’t give that away, the scent of her arousal from the pair pulled over his face certainly did.
Between that and the vibrating plug in his rear, the ringtail was having trouble focusing. He had never had much (if any) success getting out of the bondage frequently inflicted on him by the Young family, and it looked like today wasn’t going to be any different either. Rutger squirmed fruitlessly in this restrictive cocoon, getting more and more aroused each minute whether he wanted to or not. Maybe the excitement was causing a ringing in his ears, but he could’ve sworn he heard a doorbell ring upstairs. A few minutes of careful listening, during which he had to fight back against an orgasm the plug was forcing upon him, he realised he was not imagining things and there were in fact multiple additional voices coming from the floor above, not just Tabitha’s.
What the hell was she planning for him?
Art by :iconZinnick: Rutger and Tabitha are my OC's
