Note: Revised version to remove unintended repetition of text between chapters.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in -its open." She was even more lovely in the evening light. She'd switched back to a summer dress and flats. Her hair was again in a high ponytail, and I could tell that she wasn't wearing much, if anything, underneath as the streetlight shone through her dress.
She locked the door, hesitated, turned around, walked toward me, and held out a closed fist. I reached out and she placed a pair of black silk panties in my hand without ever taking her eyes off mine. I put them in my pocket and reached up and put my hands on either side of her face, leaned in and kissed her. She tensed, then relaxed. When I opened my eyes, she was still looking at me, her eyes reflecting fight, then flight, then fight again. Her hands stayed at her sides. I brought my left hand down to her arm and moved my right to the back of her neck. I could feel the goose bumps on her skin.
I circled close behind her, always touching the nape of her neck. She was still and silent other than her breath. I slowly slid my hand up, down and then back up her back, until I was ever so lightly grasping her ponytail, tightened my grip just enough to control her head. I stepped closer, placing my left arm around her waist, pulling her into me. Now I could not only hear but feel shallow breathing. Both of us were silent. I held her close for what seemed an eternity, then released her as I moved to the couch.
"Remove your dress. Slowly. Don't turn around. Don't move. Just undress."
As she pushed the straps off her shoulders and her dress fell to the floor, I realized she'd also been thinking about tonight. For the first time, I got to see her beautiful back, tiny blonde hairs standing erect on perfect skin. In the silence, she started to lift her arms to cover herself. "Stop, leave them at your side." She stopped. "Walk backward to me. Don't worry, I won't let you fall. Do you trust me?"
She nodded and inched her way back until her lower back met my outstretched hand. "Place your hands behind your back. Slowly. Good. Grab your elbows." With her arms parallel to the floor, I slowly traced the side of her thigh with the fingers of my right hand. She tried as best as she could to not move, but I could feel her start to lean into the touch.
"No moving unless I tell you, ok?"
Very faintly, "ok".
I slid my finger around the back of her calf to the inside of her leg and slowly moved it upward. Then, in one quick motion, I brought it up to pin her forearms in place while my right hand came up between her legs, pushing her up on her toes. She gasped, turned to look at me.
"Didn't I tell you not to turn around? Look straight ahead - I've got you; you won't fall."
I could feel her pushing down and around on my hand. I knew what she was doing but didn't allow it. Instead, I moved my hand in rhythm with her movement, keeping up pressure while not enabling friction. My palm was warm, moist, and since I was sitting, my head close to her midsection, I couldn't help but notice how wonderfully she smelled.
Reducing the upwards pressure of my hand, she sank down until her heels were on the ground. Holding her arms with my left, I used my right to find the pile of straps and other things I had preset under a pillow. I placed the first strap around her lower arms and the next about her legs.
With both of my hands now free, I wrapped a strap around her ankles, others just above the knees and around her waist and finally a wide belt around her arms and her breasts. I left most of the belts loose enough to ensure good circulation, but for the chest I synched it hard enough to elicit a drawn in breath and press tightly against what I hoped were erect nipples. I stood up and used one final strap to tie the wrist and chest straps together behind her back.
I wrapped my arms around her immobile body and pulled her close. She was starting to sweat even though she was naked in a cool room.
I whispered, "Is this what you wanted?" She nodded yes, eyes closed.
"Say it."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I wanted this."
I lightly brushed my fingers up and down her arms and back, carefully avoiding erogenous zones - just skin. I worked my way around until we were facing each other, just inches between us. I lifted my right hand up, placing it lightly around her neck. "Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me."
It took a moment for them to focus on mine so close to her face. There was that look again, the wanting, resisting, searching. "That is the look I was hoping for - you don't know if you should give in or resist, do you?"
"I don't. I want this but I'm afraid."
"Which is stronger? Do you want me to stop?"
Pause. "Don't stop."
"Katie, you remember we are not using a safe word? If you say stop, I will stop."
"I remember. No games."
I smiled, continuing to hold her gaze. I slid my hand from her neck to the belt around her chest and, grabbing it tightly, pushed down. Confused, she started to panic. "I won't let you fall. Just go where I put you." Relaxing, bending knees, she let me push her down while keeping our eyes locked. I ran my hand over and through her hair, reassuring, until it was again at the nape of her neck. Taking the ponytail between my fingers, I lifted up, pushing her head forward and down and then pulling back, forcing her face back up to me. She now recognized that I was fully in control. She gave a Mona Lisa smile.
I kneeled as well, bringing us face to face, pulled hard on her ponytail, and kissed her. At first, soft, lips on lips, waiting for hers to part of their own volition and, when they did, opening mine until our mouths were pressed into each other's. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pulled my face back, Katie unconsciously leaning forward to follow, not wanting to disconnect. I brought my fingers up to her lips and she immediately sucked them into her mouth without looking away. Trying to concentrate, I reached for another strap, while my fingers, still wet from her mouth, looped the chest and knee bindings together. I drew her chest down to her knees as her eyes flipped back and forth between my face and her knees, trying to understand what was happening. When she was fully bent in half and could no longer look up, I tied the belt off and kissed the back of her head.
"What are you doing to me? Fuck, it's so tight, I don't know, what do I do?" her breathing shallow and sharp, a little panic in her voice.
I leaned forward, softly touching her back, and whispered "Shhh, relax. You're ok." I kissed her neck and slid behind her on the floor, wrapping my arms around her. Slowly, like at the bar, she faded into herself, moaning ever so quietly.
After a few minutes of drifting away, I took the strap connecting her arms and lowered her onto the floor. She looked up at me with surprise and relief as the pressure came off her knees. I put my knees on either side off her waist and returned my right hand to the back of her neck. With my left, reached back onto the couch and found a gag. Bringing it in front of her face "Would you like to try this?" She looked at it, then me and nodded.
"You have to say it."
