DIRTY TICKLE STORY I wiggled my toes, the playful movement..

DIRTY TICKLE STORY

I wiggled my toes, the playful movement catching his eye. His gaze was hot and heavy, filled with a predatory lust that made my heart pound in my chest. The sound of his chuckle was low, wrapped in a kind of dark amusement that made my stomach flutter.
I watched as he approached, his slow, deliberate steps echoing in the silence of the room. His eyes never left mine, the intensity of his stare sending a jolt of anticipation through my body.
"Is this a game, darling?"
His voice was deep, a sensual purr that caused a pool of desire to gather between my thighs.
My breath hitched in my throat as he reached for my foot, his fingers brushing against my skin in a feather-light touch.
I felt a strange mix of dread and excitement, the sensation of his fingers against my ticklish toes making me squirm.
"No...stop," I managed to squeak out. But he just laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he continued to tickle me. His touch was relentless, his fingers dancing along my soles, causing me to pleasure and discomfort.
I was trapped on a teetering edge of arousal, the strange sensation of being tickled mixing with the intense awareness of my nakedness under his gaze.
"Fuck...stop," I gasped, my chest heaving as I tried to pull my foot away.
But he was stronger, his grip firm as he continued his torrrment.
My pussy throbbed, the unusual stimulation causing my arousal to spike. I felt a slickness coat my inner thighs, my body betraying my protest.
I wanted him to stop, but at the same time, I didn't.
I was caught in a whirlwind of sensation, my body reacting to his touch in a way I hadn't expected.His other hand moved to my wrists, binding them together with a long scarf he’d picked from the bedside table. The fabric felt cool against my hot skin, the knot secure but not too tight. His fingers brushed against my nipples as he tieed me up, causing me to moan in pleasure.
He looked at me then, his gaze filled with a dark lust that sent a wave of heat coursing through my body.
My mind was a mess of confusion and desire, my body aching for more.
And he just kept tickling, his fingers dancing along my soles, his eyes drinking in the sight of my writhing body.
I was his, to tease, to torrrture, to pleasure.
And despite the strange mix of sensations, I found myself craving more, my pussy growing wetter with each passing moment.