She enters the darkened room, walking carefully, on sure, bare feet, to the dresser. Taking a taper from the brass holder, she strikes a match, the sulfur smell reaching her nose as the flame flares bright a moment.
She lights the taper and gently blows out the match. Guarding the candle flame, she crosses to the dark corner where a large pillar candle sits on atop a cast iron stand waiting to be lit. She lights the candle; the light throwing a deep shadow over her as she steps again into the darkened room to the other three corners. The light of the candles provides a soft glow and deep shadows throughout the room as she puts out her starting taper and returns it to the sconce on the dresser. She touches the button on the prearranged CD player. Eerie, dark, Celtic vibes echo through the room as she moves toward the bed, returning to her place.
She kneels quietly on the rug before the bed arranging her body, as He desires. She aligns her body to face the door and kneels with her rounded thighs wide, showing her silky-smooth pouting lips for His attention.
Her sea green eyes watch the door intently. Her roman features are cast in shadows thrown by the candlelight. She lifts her chin slightly, showing Him her swanlike neck. Her auburn hair floating in gentle curls over her shoulders rests along the top of her heavy breast. Her back arches, long fingers clasp delicately behind her, looking much like a confident and ancient fertility goddess.
Her voluptuous body shivers slightly. Her nipples tighten in the cool room as she thinks of the sensations He will cause in her body. Her arousal fills the room with the soft smell of sex, mixed with hot candle wax. Her belly, rounded by birth, aches with a rolling hunger to feel His touch on her sensually charged body; there she waits. After an indeterminate period of time, her mind wanders to what He could have planned for the night.
Her thoughts turn darker as the music drifts through her heart. The dangerous rhythm and melodies play and tease until she is apprehensive and full of nervous energy. Even with her eyes trained on the door she jumps, her goose-prickled breast bouncing softly as she sees Him appear in the doorway. He casts quick studied glance about the room, checking her details before fixing His eyes on her.
He is dressed completely in black, the black jeans tight along His well-formed thighs, to the 2-inch leather belt, buckled with a silver clasp shaped as a dragon. His trim waist rises up through a silk shirt, covering a full expansive chest the buckles and buttons catching the candlelight.
His shadowed eyes pierce into her soul. He takes in her carefully prepared posture. She can see the longing and desire in His eyes as they travel her body. Exuding confidence and Dominant Power, He walks slowly toward her, candle lit shadows glancing off the angled featured of His face.
With a furtive glance, she takes in His dark hair begging for her hands to muss it, traveling over His body, watching His muscled chest lift slightly with His measured breath and down to His large strong hands. The square backs and large long fingers curl slightly at His side.
The music plays dark and entrancing in the background. He stops a foot from her. Looking down at her as she tips her head back to keep eye contact. Seeing the slight shake of His head she drops her eyes and chin to look straight ahead, a blush over her face.
Damn... He had told her not to move, she thinks to herself. He moves in a very slow circle taking in her posture and careful positioning. Tapping her foot with a black boot to indicate she straighten it... running a soft hand over her hair... "Very good my sweet... tonight will be a good night."
Walking across the room, He opens the Toy box. Crouching before it, He pulls a few items from the box. First, her favorite deep purple silk scarf, running it slippery through His hands as He searches for the next item. A purple-laced leather flogger is pulled from the box next as He looks over His shoulder to be sure she has not moved. She is looking straight ahead still, long delicate hands clasped behind her back. She listens intently as He rummages through the box. Placing the scarf and the flogger on the night table beside Him, He closes the box with a click of the latch. He rises and she hears Him open the display case that holds their knives. She shivers slightly, knowing He intends one of them to crawl over her skin.
After a few moments, He pulls a blade, a folding knife with a long straight blade black handle and weight firm in His hand from the cabinet, adding it to the flogger and scarf on the table.
He picks the scarf up and turns to her, running the silk through His fingers. He steps behind her. Kneeling down, He reaches over her shoulder brushing her auburn hair back. Whispering in her ear "here baby let me help you with this"; He places the blindfold over her eyes.
Her perfume trickles through His senses the sweet fresh fragrance filling His mind. With a kiss to that special place on the side of her neck, just there... the room goes dark beneath the silken scarf. She feels Him rise and move around her body, feeling His hands on her elbows, pulling her hands free from behind her. Her arms rise to Him, so He may take her hands, pulling her up from her kneel to stand blindfolded before Him.
Slowly He leads her to the bed and tells her to lie out on the bed. He adjusts the cuffs always kept tied to their large four-poster bed. Fitting them on her hands and ankles, He tightens them to fit snuggly. He buckles them into place so that she is spread eagle over the bed.
She feels the cool satin beneath her back and legs, her head flat on the mattress. She turns her head to where He is now standing, right near the nightstand. Hearing Him pick something from the table, she waits, anticipating the next sensation anxiously.
He moves to kneel beside her on the bed and strokes the leather tails of the flogger lightly over her body.
