When I released him from the restraints, he was framed in the center of the bed by tangles of silky black rope, beautiful against the white linens. He stretched and flexed his wrists for a moment, arranged some pillows behind him, and leaned back with his head on his hands. He smiled slightly, looking relaxed and dreamy.
I was wound to the point of breaking and still smouldering in my skin. A rivulet of sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I steadied myself to breathe.
"I'll need a few minutes," I said, flicking my fingers toward a low table where I'd tossed pieces of gear on a well-ordered assortment of leather, steel, and nylon.
I turned on the ceiling fan in the master bath and stripped off my jeans and t-shirt. The black lace of my panties was soaked through, both from sweat and from my pussy. I took them off and threw them on top of the pile of crumpled clothing in the corner.
Soaking a washcloth in cold running water, I wrung it out and held it to my face for a minute before skimming it over my neck and chest, then down over my stomach, cooling off as much as cleaning up. I stopped at my pubic bone, not wanting to wash away the wetness I had earned over the course of the evening.
Instead, I retrieved the new dildo I'd bought and rubbed the pony end against my pussy, gathering my own lubrication. Despite it being wider than I'm used to, it slipped in easily. Since I was dripping and it was new, I wasn't sure how well it would stay in place. I grabbed the light strap-on harness, shimmied it up my thighs, slid the O ring down over the cock, and tightened the straps around my hips.
I glanced in the mirror. The dark straps cut harsh lines across my pale skin and the new cock looked strange, leaving me feeling more exposed than if I had been completely naked. I slipped on a sheer grey silk robe and looked again — in it, I looked softer and felt more like myself. I liked the way the cock looked jutting out from opening of robe, so I didn't bother tying it closed at the waist.
I heard movement in the bedroom, then soft sounds of fabric falling to the floor as piles of rope were pushed off the bed and out of the way. When I returned, I found J in the same position as when I had left him — stretched out, propped up, with his hands behind his head. His smile was the same, but the dreamy look was gone; his eyes were anxious and eager.
I fixed J a generous whiskey and made myself a vodka tonic at the night bar he set up earlier in the evening. (Since we spend hours in bed when we have the opportunity, it's lovely to have an ice bucket, a water pitcher, glasses, and cocktail ingredients nearby.) I set my drink on the nightstand and offered J's to him.
"Did you want a drink?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you."
He reached to take it, but I slapped his hand away.
"Sit up... you can't drink like that. You'll choke."
He rearranged the pillows and sat up against the headboard.
With his drink in hand, I got up on the bed and straddled his hips. I sat back on my heels, pinning his cock between his stomach and my already-filled cunt. He stared down at my cock as I settled myself — it was approximately in the same place his cock had been just moments before.
Taking a sip from his glass, I leaned forward and kissed him, letting the liquor flow from my mouth into his.
"Thank you, ma'am."
I let him finish his drink this way, taking it from my mouth. Each time I gave him another sip, my kisses grew increasingly violent; he had to swallow quick so his mouth would be soft and yielding when I pushed in.
After I returned the empty highball to the nightstand, he reached out to touch my cock.
I shook my head and he pulled his hand away.
I roughly patted his cheek, traced his jawline with my nails, and rested two extended fingers on his lips. He moved forward, quickly taking my fingers into his mouth and sucking hard.
Hooking my fingers behind his bottom teeth, I pulled him forward by the jaw and leaned in close enough to whisper in his ear.
"No baby," I chided. "Not like that. You need to tease me first... nice and slow. Do a good job... show me how much you want to suck my cock."
I sat up straight and held my hand in front of his mouth again, offering him three fingers.
He was slow and gentle this time, first fluttering his tongue over my fingertips, then licking, then softly sucking them into his mouth. I pulled out slowly, letting lap at me before allowing him to draw my fingers into his mouth again.
After a little while, I took up a slow rhythm and gently fucked his mouth with my hand. I couldn't help but imagine how good his soft, warm mouth would feel on my cock. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it, willing my fingers to be more sensitive, willing the sensations to my cunt, but it wasn't nearly enough. I wanted so much more.
I pulled away and traced his beautiful lips with my wet fingertips. With my other hand, I petted his cheek for a moment before slipping it behind his head and shoving four fingers into his mouth as far as they would go.
His eyes squeezed shut and he gagged, but he didn't struggle. I held him there and watched his face until he relaxed before I let him go.
"Good boy."
I gave him a moment to breathe before I took his hand from my waist and held it up between us.
"Now it's your turn, baby. I just want to watch this time... show me how well you suck."
J looked at his hand for a moment before looking back to me. I nodded my encouragement. He brought his fingers to his lips, closed his eyes, and teased his fingertips with his tongue.
"Look at me," I directed.
He opened his eyes and looked at me, anxious, but obedient.
"Good boy... you're fine," I reassured him. "Go on... do a good job... show me how good you are."
He looked sheepish, but continued to lick and suck his own fingers anyway. As I leaned over to get a little bottle of lube from the nightstand, he paused to see what I was doing.
"Don't stop. I didn't tell you to stop... and keep looking at me."
