They entered the hotel room, dropped their bags on the floor and wrapped themselves in each other’s arms, their lips and tongues finding what they craved. His cock lengthened, hardened with the touch of her lips to his, her tongue to his, her hands on his back. As they continued to kiss, she unbuttoned and pulled his shirt free of his pants, her hands on his chest, his back, his sides, touching, rubbing, scratching his skin. She pulled away slightly, kissing his neck, the hollow in his throat, her tongue lapping at his nipples, her teeth gently biting them, her hand massaging his cock through his pants. He reached to pull her dress over her head, but she backed away.
“No.” she said firmly as she moved back to him and continued to touch him, teasing him, making him want her even more.
“Pull out the sofa bed – I have something planned for you tonight.” She directed.
He did as he was told, going along with her, totally under her control. The path he seemed to be on tonight would throw him deep into something unknown; this was a side of himself he’d only fantasized about. He’d always wanted to experiment and relinquish sexual control. She’d been sexually aggressive with him before and knew that if anyone could lead him into submission, it would be her.
“Take off your clothes – slowly.” She said as she moved to a chair across the room. He watched her move and thought of what might or might not be under her dress and how much he wanted to touch her, to bury his tongue in her. She pulled the chair from beneath the desk and hiked up her dress to straddle it easier. She sat down on the chair, her legs spread wide, her arms folded on the back of the chair. Through the slots in the back of the chair, he could see she had on only her stockings, her naked pussy begged his eyes to look – and he did. He felt himself grow harder as he looked at her pussy through the chair rails.
“Take off your clothes.” She said, much more firmly this time, as he was not paying attention to her words, only to the lips between her legs.
He did as he was told. He did a slow striptease for her, knowing she was wanting him as much as he was wanting her. Once he was completely nude, his clothes in a pile, she motioned for him to come to her.
“Stand before me.” She commanded.
He went to her and stopped just short of the chair. She reached out, taking his hard cock in her hands, massaging, rubbing, pulling, gently twisting him. Without taking her hands off of him, she rose from the chair, stepped in front of it, pushed it back with her foot and kneeled in front of him. Her hand guided his cock into her mouth. Memories of his cock in her mouth hit him all at once; the feelings so incredible, her tongue licking the head of his cock, her soft lips around the tender ridge. Her wet hand sliding up and down the shaft – not only was he remembering these things, he was feeling them as she was doing them. The pictures in his mind were overwhelming and he felt his knees begin to weaken. She sucked him, gently massaged his balls, touched a wet finger to his virgin ass. His knees grew weaker still. Suddenly, she stopped.
“Lie face down on the bed and close your eyes.” She instructed. He did.
“Do you trust me?” she asked.
“Yes.” He answered slowly as she placed a velour mask over his eyes, blinding him.
“Don’t move.” She said.
She trailed her fingertips on his back side from his ankle over his calf, tracing the crease on the back of his knee, over his thigh, outlining the curve of his ass as her fingers felt his skin; onto his back, over his shoulder blade, along the top of his shoulder to the side of his neck, up to the nape then to the top of his head, her hand gently pulling his hair. He knew she could see the goose bumps rise from his skin and he could not help himself as he moaned from the pleasure he felt.
Her hand left his body and he heard the distinct sound of Velcro being pulled apart. He felt the soft band of a restraint around one wrist, then the other, binding him to the frame of the sofa bed. He knew his ankles would be next as he heard the Velcro pull apart, her hands retracing the steps they’d taken on his body earlier. He could not move, at least not much, bound to the frame of the bed. He could see only what was in his mind because of the blindfold. He trusted her implicitly, yet, his nervousness was palatable. His stomach unsettled, his hands sweating, his fists clenched.
As he lay on his stomach, he could hear her movement in the room, the sounds becoming more intense. He strained to hear what he could not see. His mind started wandering, recalling the things they’d talked about doing together – and those they’d do together with others involved. She’d told him nothing about what was going to happen tonight.
He heard the click of the CD player, the music filtering through the stillness, slow, steady, sensual.
He smelled her perfume as she moved closer, then away, leaving the heady aroma of vanilla and cinnamon in the air near him. Did she have on more of the fragrance or was it just that his senses were beginning to intensify? He remembered the last time he’d smelled her so close, the memories of that night still clear. As he thought of her tongue on his neck that night and the shivers it caused, his cock hardened again, his pulse raced, his skin flushed.
“If at any point you want me to stop, tell me. Since you may tell me to stop and not really mean it, don’t say stop, say blue. Is that understood?” she asked.
“Yes.” He replied, his voice low and husky. He began to feel as though this would be a night he’d never forget, a night that proved, once again, that being with her only got more incredible every time they were together.
He felt the air stir as she moved closer to him, her fragrance stronger as she leaned over him, her tongue touching his earlobe quickly, gently. She trailed her warm, wet tongue from his earlobe down the side of his neck, across the back of his neck, onto his shoulder, back across his neck, behind his ear, her lips taking his earlobe completely into her mouth. He shivered and moaned as he felt his cock hardening again, growing, wanting to be touched, hoping that she’d soon have his cock in her warm mouth.
As she leaned over him he felt the softness of the material of her dress, the firmness of her breasts beneath the fabric, her nipples hard. He again felt her tongue on the back of his neck, licking from the base of his neck into his hair and down again, her hand rubbing his back as she licked him. Her tongue soon followed the trail of her hand, tracing his spine, her other hand caressing his neck, the fabric of her dress touching the skin on his side, grazing against his hip as she moved further down his body, her tongue sliding gently between his ass cheeks. Ever so slowly, she caressed his ass with her hands, positioning herself now on the bed, kneeled between his legs, her hands spreading him further apart, her tongue touching him where none have ventured. He felt her wet finger probe the edges of his anus and he found this an unbelievable pleasure and hoped she would continue. Her tongue, hot and wet, probed inside of him, wetting him, allowing her to slowly, gently, place the tip of her finger inside him, gently pushing, going further into him, the sexual pleasure surprising him. Soon he knew she had her entire finger inside of him, massaging him, the feeling intense. As had become the norm with her, he could not help but moan with the pleasure he felt. She withdrew her finger, only to put it in again, this time a little quicker, a little harder and he could not believe how incredible it felt.
She continued to move her finger in and out of his ass, quicker, harder, the pleasure becoming more and more intense. He felt her tongue on his balls, licking, sucking – he’d not felt anything like this before and found his breathing was becoming heavier, more rapid, the moans increasing in volume. Her tongue was back inside of him quickly, darting in and out. Suddenly he felt the skin from her finger touching him, but this time she pushed two of her fingers inside of him. For a moment he felt as though he would rip apart but that was overcome quickly by the incredible pleasure he felt at being filled by her. She pushed and pulled her fingers in and out of him quickly, building up speed and depth. He felt the familiar feel of an orgasm coming on and moaned loudly.
“You are not allowed to cum yet.” She said sternly as she continued to massage him from the inside. God, what could he think of, what could he do to avoid cuming? Baseball scores, basketball, anything, just don’t cum.
Thankfully she stopped soon after and left him panting.
“Very good. Are you thirsty?” she asked.
“Yes.” He replied.
He felt her move off of the bed and heard her walk quietly across the carpet to the bathroom where he heard water running first over her hands then, shortly afterwards, into a glass. He hadn’t realized he’d been breathing so heavily, his mouth was completely dry. He heard her come back to the bed, smelled her coming closer, felt her sit on the bed next to him, the fabric of her dress grazing his skin, setting him on fire once again with the memory of what had just happened.
“Turn your head towards me.” She said.
He turned his head and a straw was placed in his mouth. He drank from the straw as if he’d not had anything to drink for days.
“That’s enough.” She proclaimed. “Now, I’m going to unstrap you from the bedframe, but will not remove your mask. Once you’re released, I want you to roll over onto your back. Do not touch me unless you are told to do so. Do you understand?” she asked.
