The ceiling fan whirred overhead on its lowest setting, ruffling your dark hair, as you lay on your bed in deep peaceful slumber. White sheets tangled around your nude body giving you little protection against the night air coming in from the open window in your bedroom. You sleep alone as you have for many years and I can't help but stand in awe as I stare down at your face, beautiful in its child-like innocence. Lifting a gloved hand, I wipe my lower lip before touching the dimple set in your chin. My lower body reacts with such a strong tremor of lust that my knees feel incompetent. I swallow and move my trembling hand around your face, my finger tracing your lovely chiseled jaw line, so sweltering in its manly beauty. I curse myself for putting on the gloves, for my hands ache to touch your flesh.
I continue my exploration of your body. I feel you start to stir, but I cannot stop now. Dark eyelashes flutter on your cheeks. Your eyes widen when you see me-a dark, leather-clad figure looming over you. You try to jump out of bed. Knowing what a strong man you are, I had already tied you to your bedposts. I have dreamed and planned for this night for a very long time.
Your voice is thick not only with sleep, but also with a thick Scottish brogue. My heart catches in my chest as you growl up at me, "Who are you?" Then I remember the mask on my face. I lean close and whisper, "Don't you worry about that Darlin', you just do as I say." But my stomach is low and tight as I look into your green eyes, eerily lit only by the moons glow. I can tell you have no idea who I am. Then I remembered my Southern accent and knew I had to be careful not to give myself away.
You pull at the ropes, muscled arms straining at the cords. I smile at your helplessness, for the thought of such a powerful sexy man being in my power was making my whole body react with desire. I reach down again taking your chin into my hand. "God, you are so addictive, Brendan. I've wanted you for so long." The closer I get, the wider your eyes get. My mouth envelops yours as my free hand slides under your bed sheet.
You are tense with fear, and I feel it in your kiss. You start to relax when I stroke you. I want to snatch the mask off my face and kiss you harder. I have to control myself, because I know it will be worth the wait. My tongue slides into the hot wetness of your mouth. I inhale, wanting to breathe all of you into my body. You moan softly as I feel you getting harder in my palm. I wrap my fingers around your shaft, pulling your foreskin over the head. My hands are trembling. I slide the right hand from your face and run into your hair. God, it's even softer than I had imagined! Your hips are rising up, thrusting in time with my hand. I feel the crotch of my underwear getting wet. "Bloody hell," you groan as your hot precum runs down my fingers.
I let you go. It's not time yet for your release. Your breathing is labored as you glare up at me. "Bitch!" you spit up at me. "What are you doing to me?"
"Nothing yet, Brendan." I smile "I'm just gettin' warmed up." Wrapping the ropes around your wrists, you pull hard, the strain evident on your face. I've never seen a man so angry in all my life. Such passion. I love it.
I back up to get a better view you're your nakedness. "Lord, Brendan, you are so beautiful" The sweat beads all over your body. You wriggle and pull hard at the ropes as if your life depended on it. I grit my teeth, watching you. God, you are so strong. I slap you hard across that gorgeous face. "Stop dammit!" Then I realize that I yelled at you. My voice drops back down. "You asked for it you know," I whisper. You just lie there and look at me in shock.
I pick up your feet, opening your legs. I try not to look at you as I part them. You are fully exposed to me now. I cup the cheeks of your ass before leaning down and licking you from the base of your spine up to the head of your cock. "Gawd!" you scream out as I lick you, worshiping your body with my tongue. I close my eyes, savoring the salty taste of you. I run the tip of my tongue into the hole of your shaft. I hear the posts at the head of your bed creak as you pull the ropes again. I choose to ignore the sound and continue enjoying the sweetness of your heated flesh. Taking you into my hands, I pull your foreskin down, licking the head all over. I plunge you into my mouth, sucking you in hard. Pulling you back out slowly, I feel your hips rise when I blow all over your hot skin to cool you off before sliding you back into my hot, hot mouth. "Oh god!!" you moan, "Don't stop! I'm going to cum!" My torment isn't over with you yet. I back away from you as you growl curses at me. I reach down the front of my bodysuit and pull down the zipper. Your eyes widen and you are silenced for a moment.
I zip down the front of the bodysuit, exposing myself to the chill in your bedroom. My nipples spring up to attention. I hear your breath getting shallow. Slowly I pull the bodysuit open and downward. I step out of it and leave it on the floor. Your eyes are traveling down my body, from my full breasts to my creamy thighs, lingering for a moment to the area in between. You break your stare to look back up into the opalescent blue of my eyes. I walk closer to see your reaction. You lick the sweat on your upper lip and your cock twitches. I smile.
Swallowing, you find your voice again, "Tell me who you are." I laugh and ask very softly," You really don't know Brendan?" Your eyebrows knit together, "No! Now tell me and stop playing games with me!" I reach down and grab you by your hair. "Don't fuckin' boss me around Brendan!" I hiss, "I think we both know who is in charge here!" Your eyes bore into mine and their beauty almost makes me soften, falter. Almost.
Straddling you, I place my knees on either side of your chest. "Dayum!" I hear you whisper. I know that you are talking about how wet I am. I grind my pussy into your face totally covering it. Your hungry tongue slides into my hole and I feel my hot clit throb. You moan against it and I don't remember ever feeling so aroused in all my life. This is better than I ever dreamed! I rock back and forth across your beautiful mouth. I'm groaning and it's turning into screams. "Oh God yes, Brendan! Fuck me with your mouth! Yes!" You run your teeth over my clit and I feel myself letting go. My orgasm hits me like a train. My hot juice runs down your chin and onto your chest. I get beside you on your bed on my knees. Shakily I whisper, "Catch your breath Brendan. I'm far from done with you."
I watch your face darken as you realize that it will be a long time before I allow you your release. " You are toying with me?! Oh God you are a fucking bitch!" The hard muscled arms yank at their binds. The posts crack even more. I laugh at you. "Dammit Brendan, do you want me to slap you again?" You stop pulling, just giving me your baleful stare. I decide that it is time I let you know who I am. Sitting up, my knees are still weak from climax. I reach up, pulling the mask over my head. My long blonde hair falls like a curtain past my shoulders, covering my breasts. I reach up with one hand, sliding it back. The look on your face is priceless.
