We pulled up in the taxi outside my driveway. We were still kissing in the back seat and the driver had to clear his throat a few times to get me to quickly pay the fare and for us to clamber out of the cab. If the driver offered me the change I never heard him. We stumbled along the path and up the stairs to the small, dully lit alcove before my front door. She leant against the door to balance herself, eyes closed and breathing steadily. I put a hand against the door above her shoulder, arm out straight as I leant in towards her. I rested my forehead against hers and smiled at her. I rolled my head in and kissed her upper lip by her nose. She smiled. I slid my nose against her soft, smooth skin and took an ear lobe into my mouth; she was wearing small diamond earrings, which were startling sharp compared with her softness. I brushed my nose over her ear and giggled to myself than suddenly licked her neck from the neckline of her blouse up below her jaw line, behind her ear and into her hair. She shuddered and squealed then shoved me off her. She had a firm 'How dare you' look in her eyes - I had crossed the line. I now had a set guideline as to how prudish she was and what would not be accepted tonight. She now stood; arms folded facing the door, back to me, waiting to be let in. I strode past her in the hallway and asked her if she would like a drink. Neither of us needed one - but she accepted.
"Something not too stiff."" She called after me.
I came out of the kitchen to find her on the sofa. I had two glasses of whiskey and ice and one tall glass of water. She took a gentle sip of her whiskey and started with a fright at the punch of the drink. She hung her tongue out and took a few deep breaths. I took a swig of my liquor and leveled my eyebrows at her - the fire running through my throat and heating my entire body. She held her breath and downed another tongue full of whiskey and visibly shuddered and winced. I walked over to her and placed one knee on either side of her lap and licked the fiery liquid from off her lips. My lips followed to connect with hers in a deep passionate kiss. My tongue probed her mouth and licked her teeth. The inside of her lips were also tainted with the flavour of alcohol. She followed my example and gingerly let her tongue slip out from behind her teeth and brushed my tongue tip. I coaxed her tongue further out and licked its soft fleshy underside. I then opened my eyes and disengaged from her mouth. With a cold unbroken stare, I took her hands, lifted her from the sofa, and lead her down the hall to the bedroom.
After swinging open the door I stopped in the doorway and embraced her tightly. Her hands went up to my shoulders and my lips went to her neck. She let out a little moan of pleasure and I drew my attention down to the front of her blouse and her highest button. I pulled at it with my teeth but needed both hands to undo it. She leant back against the doorframe and allowed me to undo her blouse completely. I then knelt before her and was captivated by her beautiful belly, just visible in the half-light diffusing from the lounge. She put her hands behind her and grasped the doorframe at the level of her buttocks. While I was still kissing and nuzzling her belly and navel my hands were disarming her skirt, which soon slipped down over her stocking sheathed legs. She didn't seem to notice - I didn't know if she was enjoying herself too much or was too nervous to say anything. I stood up and looked into her eyes. There was fear there - but only a little bit - there was much more excitement and anticipation.
"Come on." I whispered "Come on over here." as I lead her into the room and its deepening darkness. She followed me and as she did stepped out of her skirt, kicked off her shoes and let her blouse slip over her shoulders and down her arms, it billowed behind her as she walked. She almost had an air of confidence. She stepped ahead of me and lay down on the bed, across the foot end, one hand draped over her waist seductively.
"What are those doing still here?" she asked - referring to my clothes. I quickly undid my tie and shirt and was about to unbuckle my belt when she sat up and told me to stop. I stepped up to the end of the bed and she pulled at my belt. She struggled with it for a while and made it very tight before it came loose. I made a little grunt when it tightened on my stomach - it was actually really tight. She then unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers, she slipped my trousers and boxers off all at once and my engorged member sprang free. It swelled even more with its newfound freedom and the tip salivated with anticipation.
"Would you like to kiss it?" I asked her.
She flinched and looked as astonished as if I had cut her.
"Ummm. Maybe later." she says, lying back down. "If you are a good boy," she adds, regaining a bit of her confidence.
I walk over to the bedside table and open one of the drawers. I spend a few moments rummaging and then produce a large roll of ribbon. Wide cloth ribbon. Like what would be used to tie bows in girl's hair. Deep, dark scarlet red the ribbon was. I sat down on the bed, unrolled a meter or two, and ripped it free with my teeth. This I tied at her neck like a choker, the long free ends hanging down her back. I unrolled another length of ribbon and left it attached to the roll. I looped this around one of her thighs, over her stockings. I pulled both ends and tightened it slightly, squeezing the flesh of her leg. I pulled the ribbon back and forwards it slips easily over the material of her stockings. I took the free end and looped it likewise around her other thigh, I pulled the ends and her knees were pulled together. I pulled tighter and tighter and then suddenly let go of the free end, which slipped around both of her thighs and slapped her skin as it flew past.
I shuffled over until I was kneeling between her ankles, which I ran my hands over gently. My hands adventured up to her knees, tickled a little behind them and then slowly made the last few inches up to the top of her stockings. These were then rolled down slightly and the ribbon looped around her thighs, a little higher this time, and against her skin. I slowly withdrew the ribbon, which made a sensuous rasping noise as it slid over her skin.
I lay down on top of her and kissed her ear, then her cheek and then her lips. She kissed me back with a rigour that i had not known from her yet - but I had only known her a few hours. Then her other cheek and over to her other ear. There I whispered.
"The safe word is 'Green'. We can do anything to each other and say anything we like and we won't stop unless someone says 'Green'. Okay?"
She nodded apprehensively.
"Are you sure you are okay with this game?" I asked to confirm. She nodded slowly and assertively this time.
From where I was I took her earlobe back into my mouth and suckled on it, rolling the earring around against my teeth. Without reducing my suction I slowly bit down on her ear, not hard, but obvious. I then pulled. Her earring could not escape my teeth and I was pulling hard on it.
She squealed and gasped at the pain. She turned her ear towards me to reduce the tension and even lifted her head off the pillow, but i backed away from her. She quickly put her thumbs into my armpits and dug her long fingernails into my back. Not scratched but drove them into my flesh and her thumbs strove holes between the fibres of my muscle. I let go of her and roared at the pain. I swiftly grabbed her wrists, pushed her elbows into her sides, and held her wrists at her shoulders. My mouth dove at her neck where I bit, sucked, and tickled.
"Ohh, that's good." she cried.
I worked my way down her body, sucking and nibbling. I got to her brassiere and bit her breast through the material, which made her squirm and roll under me. As I got lower on her body I released her arms from her sides and held both wrists with one hand by her hip. I lapped at her navel and she giggled. I tucked one of her legs over my shoulder and kissed the underside of her thigh. I licked her skin dangerously close to her panties. I tickled he belly and her buttocks. I was a frenzy of stimulation focused on her vulva, and touched everywhere but that. She moaned with frustration. I slipped a finger under the waistline of her panties and tugged. She tensed her legs and buttocks to make it impossible to take them off - certainly with only one hand. I gave her an amused look. I sat up and kneeled on her tense thighs. I slid my whole free hand down the front of her panties - she smiled deeply thinking that I was going to pleasure her finally when I suddenly and violently ripped them off her frame. Stray threads wafted down from the torn remains of her underwear. She screamed at the bruised flesh of her buttocks and upper thighs. She struggled to free her wrists from my grip but I moved with her and she could not get loose. I could not help but laugh.
