His eyes shone bright with anticipation in the darkness as they moved over her body. Something just beyond the edges thrilled her; had her heart racing before he touched her. Then he turned his attention to the work at hand. A lovely silk scarf slipped through his hands like water, a kaleidoscope of color- turquoise and blue, purple and red. It made her think of the woman they'd seen selling them at the market that morning; with her long dark hair and the little boy that held her hand.
Her attention was drawn back when he placed the same scarf over her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat- senses sharpening. The silk felt cool against her face. He wrapped it around her head, once then twice. The second time around blocked any light that filtered in behind the curtains and she trembled. Underneath her, the blanket was soft and warm enough to offer comfort to her bare skin but wasn't the cold that made her tremble.
His hands moved over her and brushed the underside of her wrist. He repositioned her limbs as he pleased. He lifted her right arm gently. She felt the silky fabric, a second scarf, against her wrist. He duplicated the blindfold's thin strong bond and wrapped it not once but twice around her wrist. She felt the fabric tighten slightly as he secured it with a knot. He loved making knots; his favorite were the kind that bound her. The gentle tension increased on her wrist and she knew he'd secured the other end. Her heart beat quickened. She wanted test the strength of the silk that bound her; but that would not please him. So, she waited.
The darkness was disorienting. She felt him leave the bed and listened hard to his movement. Her heartbeat pounding in her ears. When he touched her again, she could tell he'd moved to the other side of the bed. She leaned into his caress. He lifted her left wrist, wrapped it twice and secured it with a knot. She reached into the darkness with her memory, finding her way through the room as he tied her left wrist to the bed post. His fingers trailed along her arm, tracing the curve of her shoulders, as the muscles shifted into her taut bicep. She wanted more.
Touch is sight in the darkness
. He'd told her that months ago. The words came back to her now. She concentrated on her breath and relaxed in the man-made darkness of the blindfold. He was at her feet now. He wrapped the silk scarf around her right ankle, and she felt him secure the other end to the bed. She was familiar with the ritual. He would take his time, never rush. He enjoyed the ritual, as much as she did. Her anticipation heightened by his methodical movements. His hand closed around her left ankle, shifting her body as he bound her, to pull the silk tight leaving her legs spread wide.
"Hold me down.
Please, hold me down
." Those were her words, the begging words that tumbled from her mouth last night as she'd cum. Now, heartbeat racing, she lay in the darkness bound for his pleasure.
He kissed her in the dark then. His lips warm and soft. She wanted those lips everywhere. His tongue brushed against hers and she wanted to pull him in, to touch his face. She concentrated on accepting what was given and remained still. He liked that part, she knew. He loved to watch her struggle to please him against her own will. Sometimes the inner bonds were stronger than the physical bonds he created.
His fingers caressed her face, her lips; under her chin. His touch gentle, she raised her face to him, wanting more, as his hand slipped over her throat and he gave a gentle squeeze. She whimpered.
"
Shhhh
." he said. Breathing in, she embraced the darkness and his voice. There was nothing else to hold on to. She felt his fingers trail over her skin in a downward descent; over her collarbone, between her breasts circling her nipples.
The bed shifted under his weight and she knew he joined her on the bed. His fingers moved over her legs, skimming the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh. The barely-there touch continued over her hip bones.
Then his fingers retraced their path up her body.
His fingers outlined the underside of her left breast; circling the curve of the pale flesh. His fingers squeezed as his mouth joined to pleasure her, sucking and tasting. "
Ohhhh
." Her body melted in his hands, relaxing into the touch. Her breath caught in her chest and increased as his hand squeezed.
His mouth was so hot
. She felt his tongue and the gentle pressure from his teeth. She arched up into his mouth and he pulled away teasing...always teasing her.
He read her body like brail, feeling her pleasure in the rise of goose bumps. His touch shifted and swayed, fingers caressing; creating unintelligible patterns across her skin. Even in the darkness, she could sense him, the essence of his body warmed her. He planted open mouthed kisses on the underside of her breasts, on her belly, the warmth of his breath on her the wet skin. His hands moved over her, down the length of her slim muscular legs, over her thighs and knees. His fingers tickling at the hollow where her right knee bent slightly outward, feeling his way down her calves, to delicate ankles and pretty feet. He loved all of her. He took her right foot in his hands, thumbs working tension out of the ball of her foot, then massaging deep into the high arch of her foot.
Her breath escaped without her consent. She felt his kiss on the bottom of her foot, a warm open-mouthed kiss, as his fingers circled her ankle. His fingers moved over the delicate skin of her ankle, then the inside of her knee.
"Higher, please, higher."
His kisses inched up her body, touching and tasting.
Jesus.
Tasting.
His lips nibbled the inside of her thigh as he spread her knees further apart with gentle pressure. His hands were so warm and so big. The kisses resumed on the inside of her thigh, lips warm and wet, as his tongue tasting. Her heart raced as she arched into his touch.
Please, please.
She craved his touch, her pussy on fire with desire.
She twisted in her bonds. The silk held tight. His lips moved away. Her breath coming out in pants. When she felt his touch again, it was on the opposite thigh, warm and wet. He stroked her, encouraging her to spread her legs wider. She obeyed. Her legs already splayed ridiculously wide. He moved away, but she could feel him, his body close and warm. She willed him to touch and he complied, his breath on her skin, muscles tight. He delighted in her anticipation, racing heart, and her wet wanting pussy.
She felt a slight shift and knew she was alone on the bed again. She worked to relax, focused on releasing the tension through her breath. She let her body relax. She counted the seconds listening. He was moving, somewhere in the makeshift dark. That thought did not calm her. Her hands tightened in her bonds again. She concentrated on slowing her breath. She'd known that he'd make her wait. Somehow knowing was different than actually
waiting
.
He was across the room. She could tell. She listened into the darkness and heard the slightest sound of metal on metal followed by soft rustling. She waited, concentrating on her breathing and let her body relax further into her bonds.
She was startled when he kissed her. She opened her mouth to him and found him hungry, tasting and sucking as she was rewarded with his thick fingers gently separating folds of swollen skin, dipping into the honey sweet nectar of her body's desire.
"
Ohhhh god."
She moaned into his kiss. She shifted into his hand and breathed into the kiss, wanting to pull him close. She needed him to move those fingers. His starched shirt brushed against her skin. His fingers light on her pussy as he deepened the kiss, teasing her desire. She groaned into the kiss, as his fingers separated her, slipping through her folds. He made her wait a beat more and then his fingers found her clit. Circling the bundle of nerves, with slowly increasing pressure.
"
Ohhhhhhhgoddddd."
She arched off the bed to meet his touch. While his other hand played with her left nipple, twisting and pinching. The speed of his fingers between her legs increased and then he kissed her, warm and wet. His lips gentle and probing, as he tasted her. She moved into the kiss wanting to touch him, her body melting under his touch.
His fingers dipped deeper, not penetrating, not quite. His hand move from her breast and slipped under the nape of her neck as he took control of the kiss. He worked her pussy, fingers slipping between her folds, only to return to her clit, without penetrating her. The muscles inside her worked helplessly as they tightened with pleasure. She returned his kiss, and felt his desire rise. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth as she felt him withdraw, fingers retreating. She heard the
clink
again and felt something cold and hard replace the delicious touch of his fingers.
He circled her pussy with the cold hard egg, moving it between folds of skin. He teased her entrance with it as he dipped low between her ass cheeks. There was a slight hum as it came to life. She jumped when it touched her and made her pleasure audible. He pressed the little egg to her clit. She heard a click in the darkness and the buzzing increased, sending delicious waves of pleasure though her body. She breathed into it.
"
Oh god.
Don't stop. Please don't stop
." Her heartbeat quickened and she arched her back; wanting him inside her as he teased. He worked it over her, parting her, stretching her, and her knees began to shake. His fingers shifted the little egg and the vibration increased to a pulsing now.
