He put down his drink and reached over to me, pulled me against him. A tentative kiss turns to more, inside I'm begging him to take me but he's moving so slowly. Will this be the day or not? I know it needs to be soon or not at all, I'll lose my nerve. His hands against my skin, I stand still and quiet, contemplating what I've agreed to.
Moments leading up to this flit through my mind -- the first time he flicks his fingers against my nipples, the moment he tosses the clamps into my hand, the feeling of four of his fingers inside me at once. His teeth grazing my skin, holding my hands above my head as he pulls my nipples hard, lifting my breasts with his mouth. Pinned with my ankles over my head as he takes me from above. His mouth on mine swallowing my scream when I come. Pushed down on the kitchen counter, feeling his body behind me slam into mine. Opening the box to find the leather restraints inside. Looking into his eyes as I agree to give him a day of his choosing to be his, whenever, however he wants.
I get damper by the moment, one erotic scene after another playing through my mind while his tongue delves ever deeper in my mouth. Slowly I find he's backing me up, pushing me up against the couch. His hands reaching under my clothing, he asks me just once if I'm sure. I nod but he wants me to say it out loud. Never did I think speaking would be difficult for me, the words take forever to come out but finally it spills from my lips for him to take me, make me his, and saying it makes me redden. After all I've done with him, its asking him to take me that makes me blush.
And then he pushes me to say it, say the one thing that is so hard for me... please. I was never good at saying please, asking him for what I want. Long ago that one word would lead to me being denied, teased, ignored, neglected, desperate and unfulfilled. I know in my head this is different, another place, another person, but that damaged part of me is always expecting the world to crumble when I admit I need something, want it, ask for it. Once said it seems so simple, relief floods me realizing he's not going to deny me, just push me to ask for what I want instead of assuming he knows.
He soothes me as much as arouses me with his touch. I come to my senses realizing my clothes are coming off... rapidly. Not that it bothers me, just that I'm in a cotton camisole and tight little bitty bottoms and he's only got his shoes off. His hands are all over me, I try to run my hands through his hair but it seems he has other ideas, turning me around in a blur. Before I know it, he's tying my wrists together, and I'm getting damper by the second.
From the knots at my wrists his hands flow down to grip my hips, pulling my ass into him; I can tell I'm not the only one aroused already. My nipples are next in the assault, first gentle rubbing, to tweaking and pinching to twisting them. I'm wet, the spot on my panties getting bigger all the time. He knows how wet just playing with my nipples can make me, knows it can get me off. He's kissing the back of my neck, whispering in my ear, asking me if I like that, want it. Asking me how bad I want it, am I willing to beg him for it, muttering in my ear that blurs in my mind. Without prompting, without thinking I'm asking him to take me, to fuck me. Begging him please, I want him, please I need him. His cock is rubbing through his jeans between my ass cheeks and there's fire burning between my legs. He pulls away, the sudden assault on my senses stopped, next thing I know I'm facing him again and my mouth is full of his tongue, his mouth fierce on my mine. Can't get enough of him; want to pull him against me, standing on my tiptoes leaning into him.
I'm suddenly propelled in front of him down the hall to the bedroom. Instead of the usual mess, the sheets are pulled back and the pillows in place. I land in the middle of his king size bed, and my hands go from behind me into leather cuffs, connected by chains to the headboard. He's lying between my legs, ignoring the wet panties, sucking on my breasts, and I can feel the waves building inside me. My nipples are hard begging for attention when he pulls away, the camisole bunched up under my chin. He returns with shiny clamps in his hands, pulling my nipples before pinching them flat. I gasp feeling the sudden sharp pain on first my left then my right nipple and he tells me I'm making too much noise. Before I've processed that information my camisole is pushed farther up, stretched tight, & bunched together over my mouth. I'm muzzled by my own clothing, a sharp tingling in my breasts as he flicks fingers against the clamps, my wrists pulled in separate directions, and my mind is reeling.
Spontaneously I'm lifting my hips, trying to get a little action, I want to feel him against me, want him to touch me, oh god yes please... but it seems he has other ideas. He's tying something out of sight onto the bed while pushing me flat on the bed. So many times he's threatened to tie down my hips, and now he has, the belt wrapped tightly against my hips and secured on the other side. He's looking very pleased with himself as he finishes the knot and sits up to flick my nipple clamps some more with one hand while the other cups against the wetness between my legs.