The velvet tie draping Molly's wrists could not have been knotted more loosely. She sits on the floor of the bedroom, the plush carpet beneath her bottom, her back to the big bed, but not touching it. She is staring at her pink stiletto heels and frowning. She looks up, at Hector, who is standing at the doorway. "What do you think?" she asks.

"I think you're beautiful," he says after a moment's pause. "I think this is silly."

Molly smiles. "Maybe that's because the binding is mostly symbolic. If I actually couldn't move... If I were trussed up tight..."

"All I said was I didn't think much of high heels, and I did not see what people got out of tying other people up, or being tied up."

"And all I said was maybe we should try it before we're too quick to judge."

"Right," Hector agreed. "The thing is, I like what you do with your hands when we... when you... I like what you do with your whole body."

Molly smiles again. "I like doing those things. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't like it if I couldn't. If I were restrained. If I were..."

"Okay," Hector says. "Don't move." He walks deliberately across the room. He holds Molly's shoulders and eases her gently back against the bed. He is straddling her. He bends forward. His cock enters her mouth.

For several minutes Hector fucks Molly's mouth. From time to time he withdraws, and using a hand, manipulates his cock across her lips and against her nose. She grins up at him. Then he places his cock back between her lips and plunges slowly, deeply. Her eyes flicker. He pulls out and pushes in. She seems to be making minimal effort to provide suction or friction. Her mouth remains juicy. He has an urge to take her head in his hands and finish things, but he doesn't. He pauses, his cock resting on her bottom lip. Her eyes are on his, wide, innocent, lewd. She opens her mouth wide.

He ejaculates. Streams of semen splash against her tongue, her throat, jolt after jolt. As the orgasm ebbs, he leans in enough that Molly can capture his cock and suck. Fresh thrills shoot through him. She keeps sucking. At last he has to pull away. It was too much. She swallows and licks her lips.

"Wow," he says.

"Did you like that?"

"It was okay."

She laughs.

He laughs too.

He unwinds the velvet tie from her wrists and uses it to mop a blotch of semen from her chin.

She says, "See, if we hadn't had the cloth, you would have had to kiss off the excess cum."

"I would have," he says, and he kneels before her and kisses her, holding her tight, his body shivering against hers.