Hello! Thanks for popping by. This is my first attempt at writing and would love some feedback if you find any inconsistencies or grammatical errors. This is a BDSM scene between an established consenting couple. Not based on real characters. Hope you enjoy! If you want Part 2 let me know in the comments! :)
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I walk into the apartment to find it dark except for the pink glow of that silly neon flamingo on the wall. I smile remembering how you bought it last year after finding out my secret love of the birds. I assume you're not home given the quiet and dim of the apartment and drop my stuff on the counter. After removing my boots I'm startled to hear some music begin playing in one of the bedrooms.
"Babe?" I call out
Maybe you're in the shower.
I walk towards the sound of the music and into the bedroom. It's dark in here as well as my eyes are still adjusting. I hate the overhead light so I start to feel my way around the bed to turn on the lamp.
"Stop where you are and put your hands on the bed."
I gasp and grab my chest with the mild fright.
"You scared me!" I blurt out accusingly, trying to find you in the dark.
"I'm sorry Princess, but I plan on making it up to you."
I can hear the smirk on your face. Such confidence.
Hmmm... Princess hey? That's usually reserved for a certain kind of play. What are you up to? Before I can really finish that thought, I feel your hands slip around my waist and your body press up against my back. A firm squeeze, and a kiss on my neck, has me relaxing already and starting to forgive the fright. God I love when you do that.
You release me from the hug and begin to remove my coat. I laugh lightly realising I never took it off after hearing the music start up.
"Thank you."
"Thank you, Sir." You announce to me.
It's our code. I wasn't sure, but now I am. I take a long slow deep breath as I decide on my reply... who am I kidding?? I knew the second you called me Princess that I wanted to explore whatever you had in mind tonight. I'm just making you wait because...well, I'm a brat. And you startled me. And my heart is still calming down despite the hug. I need a minute to get my wits about me.
"Thank you, Sir." I finally breathe out.
Immediately upon granting you consent, I am spun around and walked back towards the wall. One of your hands reaches behind my head to ensure I don't bump my head when we get there. Then your weight leans into press me flat to the wall while your lips lower to seek mine. I tilt my head up to meet you. Gah. Those lips. I love making out with you.
After a few minutes of heated tongue play and lip bites, you slide a blindfold over my eyes and walk me back around the bed. I start to ask you what the plan is, only to feel a finger come across my lips, in a gentle denial of my words.
You begin to undress me until I'm standing in my lacy bra and panties. I can feel my skin goosebump with anticipation of your next touch and a slight chill as my skin adjusts to the air around me. The music starts to get a little louder. It's sexy. A list we made a little while ago after enjoying a bottle of wine. I realise what you're doing. Now I can't see, and I can't really hear where you are...more goosebumps.
Suddenly I feel your warm skin press up against my ass, as your hand wraps around the front of my neck to pull my head up and back towards you. Your teeth sink lightly into my neck, right where you have stretched it out. I feel my entire body shiver and wetness start to build, as a pulse begins between my legs. You shift slightly to whisper a reminder of my safe word into my ear. Another shiver passes over my skin as I feel the heat of your breath, and the request in that reminder. As if waiting for that moment I feel your other hand slide up to my breast to pinch my now very pebbled nipple. A gasp of surprise, followed by a moan and I feel myself melt into your body, craving more.
But you move me a step away and gather my hair into a pony tail. I smile as I now think I know where this is leading. My excitement grows as I enjoy pleasing you with my tongue. A tug downward on my hair and I am on my knees in front of you. I reach my hands out blindly to feel for your legs and get my bearings, but you step away.
"Hold out your hands."
I obey. A soft wrap around one wrist and the sound of a buckle has me biting my bottom lip. The other wrist is bound in a similar cuff and then I feel them clipped together in front of me.
"Lean forward onto your hands."
I drop them down to the ground, now feeling a bit vulnerable, blinded and bent over. A hand trails down the center of my back over my ass and lightly skims my now wet panties. I curl up at the surprise of the touch and you gently push my back downward so my ass is on display for you.
"Don't move."
A soft cuff around one ankle and then the other. I sigh into the sensation and just as I begin to relax, I hear a loud slap before the pain registers in my body. I gasp and flinch away from the burn on my ass cheek, only to feel your hand press my spine back towards the floor.
"Don't move."
I register the deeper growl in your voice. I swallow loudly and try to control my breathing in anticipation of what has been forecasted.
My mind is racing, as I try to predict your next move. What was your day like? Are you in a teasing space or needy space? Did my brattiness earlier set you off without me realizing? Usually we talk about what might happen.... this request for silence is driving me crazy. No sight, no talking and no moving? What are you planning??
It may have only been a minute, but all of my racing thoughts have increased my
heart rate as well. I'm trying so hard not to move, but the anticipation of another slap is driving me crazy. Where are you!?
"You're holding your breath."
Right. Oxygen. Calm down.
