Cris awoke slowly, savoring the feel of the silk sheets beneath him, his girlfriend Emmy's warm, naked body snuggled into him, her hand caressing his shoulder length blond hair. His blue eyes opened slowly, and he found himself staring into her pale gray ones.
"What's on your mind, sugar?" he drawled, pulling her closer.
"I want to try something a little different with you, something sexual."
He smiled lazily. "I like the sound of that. What is it?" Her giggle was low and slightly husky, and it always made him think of sex in a smoky bar.
"You love me right?" He nodded. "And you trust me?" Her hand had slipped down to his erection and she began to stroke him. He groaned.
"I'd trust you with my life, darlin'."
"Okay, then just let me do this."
"I don't even get a little hint?" His bottom lip stuck out in a baby pout.
She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking. "Well, you'll be tied down for it." Her lips quirked in a smile as his cock jumped.
"How soon?" His voice was deeper than normal. He always enjoyed their bondage games, no matter which of them was the one bound. Emmy slipped a blind fold she'd had hidden under her pillow over his eyes and pushed him to lay on his back. "Right now."
Cris held his hands out and let her fasten the thick leather manacles on, then raised his hands so she could fasten them to a chain running the length of the headboard. Her long dark brown hair brushed against his stomach, chest and face and then back down, lower until her mouth engulfed him. She sucked eagerly, took him in completely, cooing with pleasure. Her hands ran over his chest, down his sides and thighs, back up, rubbing in circles, finally resting on the insides of his thighs. She gently pushed his legs apart, then lowered her pussy onto his cock and began to ride. He was so caught up in the feeling she slipped a penis shaped gag into his mouth with no argument. When Cris finally realized what is was he tried to push it out, but the heel of her hand held it firm while she tightened the strap.
"No, no. You said you trusted me, remember?" Her fingernails scraped down his chest and he arched up. A muffled, resigned groan came through the gag.
"Good boy." Emmy got off of him, and he could hear her move around the room, open and close a drawer, paw through their toy box. The first lash of the flogger against his belly caught him by surprise and he yelped. It didn't exactly hurt, it was just a little sting, but he hadn't been expecting it, and wasn't quite sure if he was up to whatever game his love had planned for this morning.
"Relax, Cris. This won't hurt much." She went over his body lightly with the flogger, concentrating on his thighs, the bottoms of his feet, two areas she knew were especially sensitive. He heard the flogger fall to the floor and felt the foot of the bed dip as she knelt between his legs again. She took him into her mouth once more and he relaxed, just enjoying the feel of her tongue against his penis. She shoved his legs a little farther apart, then lifted his ass, tucking a pillow beneath him.
That was definitely different. When he was nearly on the verge of coming, Emmy pulled away, giggling as he groaned. "You're so sexy like this," she told him. "All helpless, completely at my mercy." She ran her hands down his legs and he could feel her lean over him, soft full breasts pressed into his calf as she picked something off the floor. When the rope slid around his ankle he knew he was probably going to get way more than he had expected this morning. Emmy began to speak as she finished tying that leg down and moved to the other. "I have been thinking about this for a very long time. But you know how shy I can get, so I couldn't ask. But since you've been so sweet in letting me bind you, I can do whatever I want. I think you're really going to like this. But you have to put complete trust in me, baby, that I only want to pleasure you."
Cris' mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. What the hell did she have planned? When he felt Emmy's tongue against his anus, he realized what she was up to and he was torn between wanting to end it all right there and letting his curiosity get the better of him and give in, let his anal cherry be taken willingly and cheerfully. The longer her mouth worked him over the more eager he was to let her continue. His cock was hard as steel by this point and aching.
Finally Emmy backed off a little. "Okay, Cris, I think you know where I'm headed now and this is decision time. Do you want me to stop?" He shook his head no. "May I penetrate you with my fingers?" He nodded yes. "If you like that may I fuck you with a strap on?" He nodded yes again, so incredibly aroused he couldn't imagine denying her anything she wanted.
"Very good." He heard her rummage through their box again and then shivered slightly as she began to massage lube around his hole. Slowly he felt himself being penetrated by a single slender finger. "Just relax, baby, push out a little." He did and the digit invaded him more easily. Gently she rubbed inside him and thrust her finger in and out.
"Good?" He nodded yes and Emmy began working another finger into him while she sucked him. Cris' body felt warm and flushed, and he found himself pushing against her, urging her to finger fuck him more quickly. He knew that Emmy always enjoyed anal penetration, but like most men had been reluctant to try being on the receiving end of it, however he was quickly finding it extremely pleasurable.
She pulled her mouth off of him again, then reached up to remove the gag.
"Do you want me to try for one more?" The two fingers already in him wiggled slightly.
