The Polaroid

Gabriela lay sprawled on the bed. Her wrists strained against the silk ropes tied to the bedposts. She spread her knees, her sundress riding up to her waist. She wore a white thong, it was stained with the dampness resulting from the roiling fire of desire deep in her belly.

“Hold still, my love,” Arnav said, walking around the his prize. Gabriela twisted her neck to follow his movements. His gait was steady and calculated. His broad shoulders and muscular arms swaying with every step. His cropped black hair matched his trimmed beard, and his piercing green eyes gleamed like emeralds inset on his smooth, ochre skin.

Gabriela bit her lip and squirmed, enjoying the squeeze of the ropes against her flesh. Her generous breasts moved side-to-side, nearly breaking free of their own cloth trappings. Her sun-tanned olive skin glistened with sweat, her curves worked every stitch of her yellow dress to perfection. Gabriela let out a whimper as Arnav approached the bed beside her.

“Why don’t we let your girls breathe,” he said, gently pulling Gabriela’s breasts free.

Her pink nipples stood erect, begging, searching for stimulation. Arnav obliged. He opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out Gabriela’s favourite nipple clamps. Both ends were connected by a thin chain that Arnav had a penchant for pulling.

Gabriela gasped with a clip snapping shut on each of her towers. The colour of her thong was now darker as the flow of ecstasy poured generously from her warmth.

Arnav stood back up. He was wearing Gabriela’s favourite pair of red boxers. He slipped them off and walked over to the bottom of the bed. He climbed on, spread Gabriela’s legs further apart and lowered his head between them. Gabriela lost sight of him but a sudden jolt of sensation surged up from her slit as his tongue slowly worked her clit over her drenched panties.

Gabriela screamed out as Arnav worked in slow, meticulous movements. She clung to the pleasure but ached at the torturous pace. She wanted nothing more than to rip off her panties and shove Arnav’s face fully onto her ravenous pussy, but instead met tight, silk resistance.

Despite wanting more, Gabriela felt an orgasm bubble to the surface and burst through, her back arched, her breath caught. Arnav stepped away as Gabriela recovered, her skin flush and eyes closed as she battled the aftershocks.

Suddenly, she felt a flash through her eyelids and heard the distinct click of a camera. Her eyes shot open. Arnav was kneeling beside the bed holding a camera in one hand and shaking a developing Polaroid film card in the other.

He smiled as he looked deep into Gabriela’s eyes. “I had to capture the beauty of your bliss,” he said, holding the film card up so she could see the developed picture.

Gabriela saw the photo come to life and was immediately entranced. She saw her face, flush, a bead of sweat dripping down her temple, her hair slightly dishevelled. Her lips parted just so, and her eyes closed, as if she were having the most wonderful dream.

Arnav undid Gabriela’s bonds and helped her sit up. He sat behind and held her as she continued to admire the captured moment. Arnav’s gentle kisses along her neck and shoulders helped her recover as the two sat entangled, enjoying that moment together.

After a while, Arnav slipped out of the room and Gabriela followed, the swinging chain of the nipple clamps delivering just enough stimulation to keep her ready for whatever was next.

Gabriela removed her dress and the two walked naked to their living room. She collapsed onto their couch and Arnav brought out the Polaroid camera once again. Gabriela posed, waiting for Arnav to snap another picture, but none was taken. She looked confused, and before she could ask why Arnav didn’t take a photo, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, blowing away any complaint Gabriela might have had.

After releasing her lips, Arnav stood up and pulled Gabriela’s chain, bringing her up with him. Gabriela bit her lip as she followed him back to the bedroom.

Arnav bent Gabriela over the end of the bed and retied her wrists, this time to either bedpost at the foot of the bed. He checked-in with her to make sure her shoulders weren’t twisted awkwardly, then proceeded to pull out the box of toys from beneath the bed. Gabriela felt her desire drip down her leg as she stood bent over and exposed.

Suddenly the sting of a slap pulled a yelp from Gabriela as Arnav proceeded to spank her firmly and rhythmically. The drip turned to a downpour as Arnav continued slapping then soothing with a gentle caress.

He switched from his hand to a paddle, keeping the same rhythm of soothing with every sting. The heat from the impact burned deep and hot, and Gabriela cried out with every stroke. Tears streamed down her cheek as with her essence down her thigh, pain and pleasure overwhelmed her every sense.

There was then a pause, and the familiar flash and click of the camera filled the silence. Another silence followed before it was broken with the mechanical buzz of one of Gabriela’s favourite vibrators.

Suddenly, her clit felt as though it’d been struck by lightning as Arnav worked her vibrator against it, sending Gabriela screaming as she pulled helplessly against her restraints. The torrent of pleasure pulsed endlessly through her, every nerve in her body lit up in ecstasy.

The waves grew bigger, the unfeeling vibrator relentlessly tormenting her. The tears returned and the howls turned guttural, even feral, as she felt herself reaching climax. Her knees nearly buckled when she finally came and her essence streamed from her engorged, throbbing pussy.

Gabriela’s moans and heaving breath were all that could be heard as Arnav switched off the vibrator.

Another click.

Arnav untied Gabriela and checked her wrists and massaged her shoulders. She kissed him deeply, showing him she was okay and ready.

Arnav pulled away from Gabriela’s lips and took hold of her chain once more. This time, he slowly pulled down, bringing Gabriela to her knees and level with his cock. She licked her lips and looked up, making eye contact with Arnav as she took his length between her lips, feeling it grow in her mouth as she twirled her tongue around his throbbing tip.

Arnav’s cock swelled to its full potential and Gabriela worked his shaft with her lips and tongue, pulling him deep down her throat with force and determination. The sounds of Arnav’s moans and Gabriela’s slurping now filled the room. She reached between her legs and coated her fingers in her plentiful juices, and reached between Arnav’s legs and slipped one of her slick fingers inside his hole.

He let out a whimper as she worked his pleasure points from both ends. Feeling his cock swell even more and his balls lift in anticipation of an explosion, Gabriela worked her mouth and finger with a mechanical relentlessness.

With a final roar Arnav exploded, his liquid ecstasy filled Gabriela’s mouth and coated her tongue. After the last bursts and twitches of Arnav’s member, she slipped her finger from his hole. Arnav lowered himself to meet her eyes, and picked the camera up from beside them. He brought it up close to her lips, and clicked one last time.

Arnav helped Gabriela back to her feet and gently removed the clamps. They both washed each other’s bodies under a hot shower and moved back to the living room. Arnav wore his red boxers, and Gabriela wore a new pair of panties and one of Arnav’s oversized t-shirts.

All of Arnav’s photos developed, and Arnav showed them to Gabriela. Having already seen the first, they both looked at the second picture. The second film card was a close-up of Gabriela’s butt cheek. The hot, red blood vessels throbbing from Arnav’s stinging spanking made beautifully intricate patterns across Gabriela’s soft, supple skin. The passion behind each strike illustrated with every red blotch. The contrasting softness of Gabriela’s skin showing the care and love felt between them, accented between streaks of red.

The third picture was just a single, hanging droplet. The droplet had a fresh glimmer, and it oozed with the suggestion of the sticky pleasure from whence it came. The singular drip holding her entire essence within it, coming to be through an intimate connection unique to her and Arnav. It was singular, and it was theirs.

The final photo was of Gabriela’s red lips. A sleek sheen made them almost glitter, her lips parted slightly with a drip of drool easing from the corner. The white tint spread over her hidden tongue ached for more, demanded it even. Hunger and desire emanated from the film card, begging any witness to satisfy them.

Gabriela put the cards down on the coffee table and kissed Arnav deeply. “We’re absolutely framing these. They’re wonderful.”

Arnav returned her approval with a big smile, and they spent the rest of the night lost in each other’s arms.