Pleasure Under Knots II

This story is the culminating follow-up to Clashed Preferences, and an account of Bianca's erotic adventure with the Ryder sisters. They use physical restraints on her, thereby recovering her sexual response and giving rise to the consummation of her marriage. Author’s Note:

This is the third and final part of my novella “And so, she cummed”.  It portrays BDSM as the prevailing theme.


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Cast of Characters:

Bianca Floris:   Protagonist.
Raymond Peter Evans:   Viewpoint character and Bianca’s husband.
Veronica Ryder:   Jessica’s sister and Bianca’s classmate.
Jessica Ryder:   Viewpoint character, Raymond’s friend and an incesbian psychotherapist.


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Summary Of The Novella.


And So, She Cummed is a set of three individual yet interconnected stories. This trilogy revolves around Bianca Floris, a Romanian beauty, who is easily affected by the circumstances she encounters with, and the people closely related to her.

The third part, namely, Pleasure Under Knots portrays BDSM as the prevailing theme. This story culminates the novella dramatically. The Ryder sisters use physical restraints on Bianca to recover her sexual response and give rise to the consummation of her marriage.


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Raymond’s story: And so, she cummed for me.


“Thank Goodness! It won’t take long,” I said to myself as the third traffic circle came into view. While driving the Chrysler round it, I thought about J. She had texted me at two thirty-five, but I could not open my inbox due to an ongoing board meeting. When it was over, I read her message and sent a reply. However, her next message was rather implicit; she suggested that I go to my bedroom secretly, and knock once on the door.

Pursing my lips, I turned right and headed down the winding road. The questions popped once again into my mind, ‘Why is she forbidding me to enter the bedroom? Is everything ok there? Well, I must ask her for the clarification.’

Five minutes later, I got home and parked my car behind J’s Buick Regal. Then I got out, walked over to the door, opened it, and entered.

The living room looked as decorated as usual but there were three wine glasses on the coffee table; one of them contained some Eleganta. J had left her bag open on the floor. Just next to it, Bianca’s floral dress and her G-string lay in a mess.

A faint moan diverted my attention and I turned my head to stare at the bedroom door. Instantly, it occurred to me that J and V were pleasuring Bianca. ‘So they are having sex,’ I deduced.

Hearing her moans again, I approached my bedroom and moved a hand to turn the doorknob. On the second thought, I resolved to follow J’s suggestion and knocked once on the door.

It clicked open and J appeared in the doorway. I was about to greet her but she shushed me by raising a finger to her lips. Then she closed the door cautiously and whispered, “Let’s talk in the living room.”

We walked over to the sofa and occupied it. As her eyes met mine, she said, “You just got home in time. I thought you’d show up after 4 p.m.”

“Yeah, that’s my routine,” I said. “Today, I rushed over because I could not wait to ask you about my wife.”

“I can see that,” she said, grinning broadly.

“So, how is she doing?”

“Stop worrying and cheer up!”

“What?”

“I SAID, stop worrying, and cheer up.”

“Are you telling me she is cured and-she can cum for me, right?”

“You got it!”

“YAY,” I exclaimed jovially.

“Hush! Your bedroom is not soundproof.”

“Erm-yeah,” I said, lowering my tone.

“That’s better.”

“So... V is having sex with her,” I said, gesturing toward the bedroom door.

“Yes.”

“And that’s why, you forbade me to enter the bedroom.”

She nodded.

“I understand. We should wait until they put on their dresses,” I said.

“No, we don’t have to. Ronica is dressed already.”

“Hey, wait a second! You just told me they are having sex.”

“Yeah,” she said, “and for having sex, they need not be nude at the same time.”

“I don’t get anything.”

“Actually, I want no distraction. Bianca must feel the pleasure deep down; or else she may revert to anorgasmia.”

“Gosh! Is it that crucial?”

“It can be if we tackle the situation without caution.”

“Oh! Then-how did you two help Bianca for the recovery of her sexual response?”

She told me the whole story and said finally, “That’s how we pleasured her under knots and freed her from the restraint, which had been suppressing her orgasm.”

“Wow! I never thought you could opt for the bondage as a part of her sex therapy,” I said.

“It was the most preferable course of action I could devise,” she said. “Four months ago, Bianca had seduced my sister for having sex with her. Moreover, you found her masturbating to the erotic snapshots of the lesbian couples in girlie magazines. Naturally, she craved a female partner who would proceed with touching her lovingly. Hence, we tickled her before going for a brief incesbian demo and sucking her nipples together. The use of sash cords and the blindfold made her helpless yet more prone to the intense pleasure. Soon, all the feeling centered within her pussy; it set her ablaze as she ate Ronica’s cunt and let me suck her clit in return. The desire filled her vitals to the brim. She could not suppress it any longer and went through a good climax. When I entered her cunt, her lust reverted to a swift plateau and she cummed in a few minutes.”

“Impressive, very impressive! I was sure you and V could work her problem out. Thanks a lot for helping her.”

“Well, you believed in us and we pleasured her for the sake of our friendship.”

“I really appreciate that!”

She smiled and said, “Ray, Bianca is cured. Now is the crucial moment for you to join her abed and consummate your marriage.”

“Absolutely,” I said.

“But remember! You must avoid distracting her.”

“Erm-how can I do that?”

“Step inside the bedroom cautiously, and walk over to the four-poster. Say nothing to Ronica. Tap her on the shoulder, point to the door, and she will leave the room silently. Climb into the bed and make out with Bianca, but you must penetrate her cunt before removing the blindfold and liberating her arms.”

“All right,” I said and got up.

“Good luck,” she said.

I thanked her, turned, and went back to the bedroom. Opening the door carefully, I stepped inside.

“Oh yeah... yeah... right there... mmm... right there... lick my cunt... yeah... lick my cunt... mmm...” Bianca chanted as I walked closer to bed. She was nude, blindfolded, and her arms were bound to the bedposts. J’s strap-on was placed already on the nightstand to her left; its long and curved shaft projected upward. V was holding her thighs apart, with her face buried between them.

I curbed an urge to whistle, and tapped V on her shoulder. She turned her head in my direction, and I raised a finger before she could say anything. Then I beamed at her and pointed to the door. She frowned, before smiling in return, and eased out of the bed. I watched her intently as she made a good luck gesture, picked up the strap-on, walked to the door, and withdrew from the bedroom.

I looked down and gazed at my wife desirously. She lay before me so inviting and vulnerable. Her face, neck and tits were obviously flushed. The bed sheet was drenched between her round thighs. Her nudity excited me in a flash. I fished my cell phone out of the leather case, put it on the nightstand, and began unbuttoning my shirt. ‘Bianca! My love, you are wet already,’ I thought. ‘I’ve always wanted you to cum for me. Now I’m going to see your response to the passion that I have for you.’

After taking the shirt off, I reached down and unbuckled my belt. When I unzipped the fly, her voice rang out, “Veronica! Jess! Are you there?”

Without a word, I removed my trousers and yanked the boxers down. As my cock sprang free, I cast a glance at her swollen pussy lips.

Climbing into the bed, I stretched out and rolled on my right side to cuddle with her. Bianca smiled and opened her mouth to say something; but she moaned as my lips met with hers. Then she moved slightly and kissed me back.

We went on with French kissing each other until I released her lips, shifted my position, and knelt between her thighs. Grabbing her tits and squeezing them playfully, I bent down and kissed her again.

I tweaked her puffy nipples and flicked my tongue on her neck. Nuzzling into her cleavage, I cupped her supple melons and pressed them against my face. Then I kissed under her bust, licked up to her left armpit, and ran my tongue across her chest.

Her rosy nipples were engorged. I kissed them, one after the other. The rough texture of her areolae, pressed against my lips, felt sensual.  Licking across her luscious tits, I paused and reflected on their beauty. They provoked me instantly and I flicked my tongue on her cleavage. Then I opened my mouth, held one tit in suction, released it, and took its counterpart.

I lingered at her melons, sucking them passionately. She sighed when I twirled my tongue on her nipples and licked her areolae with relish.

After sucking and licking her tits, I showered a lavish trail of kisses on her stomach. As my lips caressed on her mons, I resolved to go after her twat. Flicking my tongue on her quivering pussy lips, I fondled her thighs and splayed them. With my fingers, I stretched her pussy open and bonded my mouth to her pink flesh.

Bianca shuddered as I proceeded to smack on her pussy lips. Never in my life had I tasted anything as delicious as her nectar. I gave her snatch a good lick off, probed my tongue in her pussy hole, came up to her hood, and closed my lips on her glans. After releasing it, I licked her again and went down to her asshole.

I continued rimming her teasingly. The salty taste of her asshole was great and I pursed my lips to kiss it. Then I slipped my tongue out and passed it up her vaganus.

My mouth and nose sank into her dripping pussy. The tart wetness from her cunt and the wafts of her feminine musk led me to an instant erection.

“Mmm... mmm... ooh... mhh... ohh... ahh... ahh...” she moaned as I pressed my mouth against her succulent pussy lips, shook my head, and recaptured her clit. Bianca squealed in delight and humped her hips against my face. I grabbed her ass cheeks, pushed her up, and resumed sucking her hood.

Continuing to pleasure her clit, I traversed my hands to her tits. As I pinched her nipples, she convulsed and her body went rigid. Almost immediately, she squirted on my face; the cum trickled down my chin and her vaganus.

After licking her twat clean, I rose on my knees and began feeling my cock. I gave it a mild squeeze and the pre-cum oozed out. ‘Now I’m ready for you,’ I inferred, turning my eyes to her gaping pussy, and bent forward. She hissed as my glans touched with her wet pussy hole. ‘Yes, you aren’t dry,’ I deduced, ‘and I no longer need any lubricants to penetrate your cunny.’

Without further ado, I pushed my cock into her cunt. It went slow and easy for the first entry. Bianca opened her mouth without uttering an exclamation. I sighed, feeling the extreme pleasure, as my glans slid against her G-spot and hit her down to the hilt.

Keeping my shaft lodged into her cunt, I laughed as a victor. Right from the wedding night, she failed to cum in bed and her condition always bothered me. Hence, I had to use the vaginal lubricants on her. The only thing that mattered for me was the consummation of our marriage. Without J and V’s assistance, I could not get what I had been craving for months.

“Ray... Is that you?”

I looked down after hearing her question. Bracing myself on one arm, I reached up and opened the knots around her wrists. “Yes, it’s me,” I answered, taking the blindfold off her eyes.

Bianca batted her eyelids for a while. I smiled as she focused her gaze on my face.

“Ray I-I thought Jess was doing this to me.”

“No, my darling,” I said affectionately. “She and her sister have left us alone.”

“I didn’t know you asked them to come here and...”

“Even after our marriage, you desired to make out with V. Hence, I entrusted both the sisters to pleasure you in bed; it was the only way to recover your sexual response.”

“Yes. Jess told me so,” she said as her cunt sucked on my cock. “Why didn’t you give a damn to your own desire then?”

“I want to see you happy. That’s why!”

Moving her arms up, she hugged me and said warmly, “I’m happy now.”

“Me too,” I said and kissed her right away.

Bianca moaned as I locked her mouth in a French kiss. She caressed my back, and I shuddered at her feathery touch; it caused a tickling sensation that traversed down to my groins.

Without breaking the kiss, I moved my hips and made a thrust into her cunt. As I paused, her walls quivered about my shaft again.

I kept on repeating the maneuver, stopping for a while and feeling the spasm in her cunt each time. She hugged me firmly when I let her lips go and resolved to raise my pace.

Shoving my cock into her cunt, I groaned. Bianca yelped and scratched on my back. The impact of my thrusts shook her all over.

I tore myself from her embrace and went on with fucking her passionately. Bianca shut her eyes tight and clenched her teeth; waves of sheer lust seized her in delirium. She moved her arms up around the pillow, and grabbed at the bed sheet, wrenching it.

The magnificent sensation inflamed my cock as well. Hot juice flowed more and more through her walls. She humped her hips as I continued pounding her pussy.

The last thrust was the mightiest of all. She strained her torso, screamed, and cummed right away. The muscles in her cunt contracted violently for the copious flow. I groaned, louder than before, as the semen oozed out of my cock.

Our chests heaved from the passionate and fruitful bout of lovemaking. Much of our vitality was drained away; we, however, laughed and pecked each other on the lips. I did not take my shaft out of her cunt until it went flaccid. Then I shifted my position and snuggled up with her.

We lay in a warm embrace, patting each other. Bianca looked contented after cumming for me. I fingered some curls off her angelic face and kissed her on the cheeks. She moved a hand, roamed it over my chest, then closed her eyes, and murmured, “Kiss me, Ray. Mark your love on my lips. I am yours.”

“Yes,” I said and took her lips as she rolled on her back.

Relishing the serene intimacy, we kissed each other. Love infused our hearts even though I released her mouth and looked into her somnolent eyes. She peered at me, blinked, and drifted into a peaceful slumber.

I kissed her on the forehead and rolled over to get out of the bed. On the second thought, I picked up my cell phone. J had sent me a message half-hour ago and I read it: We’re going home. I hope you’re happy now. Take care.

I texted her: Yes I am. My marriage is consummated now. You and V have done us a big favor. Thanks a million!

She sent me an instant reply: Any time.



The End