Blac Tie Affair

Robert stirred, the invasive sunlight pressing against his closed eyelids. He was not precipitous in his movements, still doubting his physical capacity, he was surprised to find his arms freed, wrapped around a warm feminine body, motionless but for the steady rise and fall of breath. He looked down at the relaxed features, the long, fluttering lashes, and wondered if she was dreaming of him, of them.

It had seemed like he had been cast into a realm of imagination, but the discarded clothing strewn across the floor, the creased linen, and of course, the silk fabric hanging limply from the mahogany headboard only served to tell a tale set not in fantasy, but in reality. Yes, those nooses were now vacant of their prisoner from only a few hours past, how many exactly, he was not quite certain. He had lost all notion of time from the moment he had possessed her with abandon, after she had at last allowed him the two releases he had yearned for, had begged for the most.

His thoughts then reeled back, like rewound images, to the previous evening. It had begun with the business dinner gala, some formal shindig attended by people wearing stiff attire and even stiffer smiles, all for the sake of impressing the big boss whom nobody could much tolerate. He attempted to blend in, to mingle with the crowd, but hardly a social butterfly he instead chose to remain hidden in the cloak of dark corners, nursing his drink, his gaze following the sultry redhead, her hair like wild flames cascading down her back, over the ample cleavage exposed by the black dress that hugged her lithe figure. Subtly, discreetly, he watched her from a distance, reveling in the way she threw her head back when she laughed, those melodious peals sounding like music to his ears.

She moved about, stopping to engage in casual conversation with random colleagues, pausing to pick from various hors-d'oeuvres trays like a bee dipping from flower to flower. And then their eyes met across the great expanse of the reception hall, they were separated by miles, it seemed, the cluster of people between them pausing in a freeze frame. She sauntered closer until she was standing before him and wordlessly produced a pen and notepad from her handbag. He watched as she scribbled, instructions to meet her in an hour's time at one very specific location. She was even more breathtaking at this proximity, he thought.

She brushed her fingertips across his palm as she slipped the note within his hand, giving him a conspiratorial, suggestive smile, leaving behind the scent of her perfume as a trail which beckoned him to follow her. He gulped down the rest of the amber liquid and then excused himself to the other guests, feigning exhaustion and a slight touch of the flu for his hasty departure. This in itself wasn't that much of an exaggeration, as he began to feel lightheaded, perhaps a result of intoxication or stemming from the prospects of what lay ahead, he readily decided it was a combination of both.

Opting to take a cab, he somehow managed to arrive at his destination. But how had he ended up in this room? Obviously, he was in his own room as he roused from slumber or from another form of unconsciousness he was not quite sure, his eyes adjusting and distinguishing familiar shapes in the shroud of darkness, noticing for the first time the hall light filtering in through the partially opened doorway, signaling another presence. He then recalled the abundantly flowing wine, but surely, he hadn't consumed that much?

After determining his whereabouts, Robert assessed his physical state. Like a sacrificial offering mounted on a cross, he lay splayed atop the spacious bed, propped against the pillows, his arms stretched out on both sides of him, his wrists encircled by carefully secured lengths of black silk scarves. While too delicate to indent flesh, they were still tight enough to cause constriction. He then gazed down and noticed the exposed landscape of his bare skin. Instinctively, he tried to move his arms to cover his modesty, but that proved all too futile, he soon realized. Then again, he should be grateful to be shed of his confining suit, leaving him all but naked, except for the white sheet concealing his manhood.

Even despite the bed's reputation for luxury, he shifted his weight, trying to attain a more comfortable position. He heard a sound from the adjoining room, the soft humming of a woman's voice, then on the periphery of his vision there appeared a shadow just beyond the threshold of the room. The door opened slowly, revealing a silhouette standing within its frame. He caught the fragrance of a distinctive, seductive perfume, and suddenly, he broke through the gauze of inebriation and became fully alert. He watched as she approached him, languid and fluent as a cat, bare feet sweeping across the plush carpeting, her robe billowing behind her like a gust of wind.

A small lamp atop the dresser was turned on, exposing her as a human form, and no longer as a mysterious entity. She stood in the center of the room, unfastening her robe, swaying slightly, dancing to a silent rhythm. He became transfixed, he, a lone spectator, she, the performer on an invisible stage, bathed in the spotlight of the lamp's glow. Her robe fell open, revealing the absence of all undergarments. She let it slip from her shoulders and it fluttered to the floor.

She moved one hand over her body, her eyes never straying from his, cupping a voluminous breast, circling a rigid nipple, traveling downward until one finger, then two, delved within her depths, extracting the essence of her arousal, now clearly visible as it stretched between her fingertips and the entrance of her pussy in taut, glistening strands. She continued this teasing, exploratory manipulation, intent on showing him what he could see but could not touch.

She sat on the edge of the bed, just beyond his reach but so close now, Robert could smell her, almost feel the heat emanating from her. He was still left with many unresolved questions, but none of them no longer mattered. Removing the sheet, she confirmed what she had suspected, that he had risen to his fullest potential. All too eager to elicit further reaction from him, she trailed her hand down his cheek, continuing its descent as she straddled him. She possessed his mouth, playfully at first and then more insistent, more probing. He succumbed, parting his lips to permit admittance, their tongues sparring, entangling urgently. After all, what other choice did he have? He couldn't deny her, couldn't resist her even if he wanted to, but he soon realized that these intentions were the last thing on his mind. She aligned her body to his, her soft curves pressing against his solid planes. Their kisses seemed to animate her, setting every other part of her into motion like the strings on a marionette, her seeking hand between them locating and grasping his sculpted erection, guiding it inside her.

She impaled herself upon him until she consumed his length whole. Robert pulled at his restraints, his fingers flexing, his hands clenching into fists. He emitted an animalistic sound, a whimper, and then a growl of frustration at the inability to touch her which soon transformed into extended moans of pleasure. What he was willing to give at this very moment for the opportunity, the freedom to capture her bouncing breasts within his hands, to be able to grip her hips, knead her buttocks as she rode him at a steady pace. She hovered above him, completely in control of the delicious push and pull motion, repeatedly leading him towards the cusp of euphoria, towards that most elevated precipice and then withdrawing, only to delve back down upon him once again.

Robert strained forward, as far as his impaired position allowed him, his mouth landing on her neck, her shoulder, his lips latching on to one breast, now relying on his oral agility as his only means of contact. She continued her undulating rise and fall and he thrusted upward to match her increasing momentum, like athletes racing towards the finish line, the friction of his cock against her inner passage feeling as smooth as the material around his wrists. She leaned forward, flattening her palms against the wall above the bed, gripping the posts of the headboard, her wandering hands venturing closer to his useless, dangling ones. She entwined her fingers around his and she felt a sudden pull as he strengthened his hold firmly, almost desperately. Now he was the one who had her trapped, this maneuver allowing him to gain leverage, to deepen the penetration. They progressively soared to greater heights, the course of their combined bodies never breaking its stride. He announced his impending climax with a heaving gasp and a guttural wail, coaxing her towards her own culmination.

Soon they were plummeting into a vortex of unbridled ecstasy as he infused her with his molten reserve, injected her with his most intimate elixir. They joined together like two colliding streams and their passion overflowed. Robert's pulse pounded in his ears like the surf crashing against the shore, his convulsions so intense, he suddenly thought himself capable of feats not unlike those of a grand illusionist who escapes his confines, his spasms powerful enough, he believed he would uproot the headboard.

She collapsed over him, blanketing his body with hers. Their throes of bliss having consumed and reduced them to barely more than a weakened, depleted condition, their merged heartbeats and tremulous sighs, meanwhile, attested a rejuvenated vitality that transmitted from one to the other as they molded into a single, unified form. For the first time that evening, she wanted to feel Robert's arms around her, like someone who had too long been depraved of an essential need. And so she stretched, pausing to give him a chaste kiss before mercifully loosening the restricting binds.

Finally liberated, Robert instantly enfolded her in his arms, his roaming hands exploring anew the familiar playground that was her body as though it were an undiscovered terrain and he was touching her for the very first time. He inhaled deeply, wanting to absorb this woman through his every pore. Susannah... His beautiful wife, Susannah. The woman whom he had exchanged matrimonial vows with two short years ago had surprised him tonight. While she had always been adventurous in the bedroom, this predicament had been a most novel concept to him, this state of vulnerability something he certainly was not accustomed to, but not one he would become adverse to.

This scene of basking repose was but a fleeting snapshot imprinted to memory as new urges manifested themselves, dawned on the horizon of their insatiable lust. This time, the roles would be reversed, as he would become the captor and she, the prey...