Home From Work 9

He stood silently by the bed, surveying his handiwork. Her bottom lip caught in her teeth as she turned her head towards an imaginary sound, view blocked by the velvet cloth that blindfolded her. Splayed across the coverlet, her wrists were bound tightly in leather cuffs that drew her arms to the side of the bed, placing her head facing where he currently stood. A thick pillow-like footrest lay in the middle of the bed, which she lay stretched across face down. Her ankles were similarly bound to the opposite side of the bed, right ankle to the head, left to the foot of the bed. He'd left just enough slack to allow her knees to touch the bed without making her too uncomfortable.

His thoughtful "hmm" brought her head snapping up, though not for much purpose, the blindfold remaining securely in place. He stepped forward and rank his fingers lightly along her shoulder, draping her auburn curls down the side of the bed, and letting her cheek rub his thigh. Her lips automatically turned towards him, seeking. "Ah, ah" he reprimanded mildly, tugging her hair so that it brought her lips away from him.

He'd come home from work early to find her just arriving home from work. Tired and sore from a long day of field surveying a variety of engineering projects, he'd been in desperate need of a shower. She'd tried to lure him out of his shower; well, postpone it, really, with a hot lingering kiss that met him at the door. He had returned the kiss passionately, but drew away, claiming the need to bathe. Her taunting "you're not dirty enough yet for a shower.. I can fix that.. " almost swayed him. Instead, it gave him an idea. He'd taken her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. She'd eagerly followed, assuming they'd spend a few minutes with a brief romp before he jumped in the shower and she returned downstairs to start fixing dinner. With that in mind, as soon as the door closed she was back in his arms, pressing herself full length against him and fumbling at the buttons of his pants. He let her undress him, then watched as she stepped back and shimmied out of her skirt and button down blouse. Business attire was annoying at times, but he certainly enjoyed watching her come out of it. When she drew back onto the bed, luring him towards her with her eyes, there was nothing terribly out of the ordinary with his casual "turn over, please", so she'd complied without thought. It wasn't until he reached under the bed and pulled out the leather wrist cuff, attached by a long strap leading under the bed, that her eyes widened in surprise, and an eyebrow cocked in interest. It was simple enough to get her into the position he'd preferred, now laying spread-eagle on his bed, awaiting his pleasure.

The problem was, he still needed a shower. She followed him with her ears as he rounded the bed, opening the chest at the base of the bed, where they kept their 'naughty toys'. She twitched in impatience at him, toes curling along the blankets. He grasped her ankle and nipped her Achilles tendon lightly, laughing softly as she squealed at his bite. In response to her "outburst", he reached up and slapped her on the ass lightly, causing her a sharp intake of her breath. Without giving her time to process the new sensation, he slapped her ass again, harder this time. She quivered against his hand, but remained silent this time. His fingers curled around her rounded flesh, squeezing, her hips rising in his fingers and giving him a tempting view of her ass and pussy displayed in front of him. He could see beads of moisture starting to form at her lips that beckoned for his touch.

He stepped back again and dug around in the toy box, rummaging loudly and clanking together whatever he could, purposefully spiking her curiosity. She heard a heavy "thump" as something landed on the bed next to her. It met a plastic "clunk" as something else landed on top of it and then rolled against her knee. Her arms strained against the bonds, her efforts being rewarded with two more sharp slaps on the ass, which was starting to tingle warmly and the flesh shone with a hint of redness. The backs of his hands dragged across her breasts, teasing, before turning to cup them warmly and fondle her breasts, pinching and tugging at the nipples until they stood erect, twin globed suspended above the bed, inches from rubbing against the fabric. She moaned slightly as he pulled them in unison, then stiffened a little as the nipple clamps imprisoned her tender flesh. First the left was tugged into place and pinched between the smaller rubber tipped clamps, then a small chain drawn across her skin as the second clamp grasped her right nipple firmly. She let out a long breath, sighing into his arm, surrendering herself to his ministrations. without touching her, he reached under her shoulder and tugged the chain briefly, satisfied with the resulting tug on both her nipples and stifled moan the action brought.

Returning to the other side of the bed, she recognized the sound of the cap of the lubricant they favorited.. a brief pause, and his fingers began to play with her clit. She writhed against his hand, her movements causing the chain attached to her nipples to sway and tug at them. He slid one finger into her hot depths and was rewarded with a gush of moisture drenching his hand. She pressed backwards against his hand and was again spanked, a stinging reminder that he was the one in control of this game. A click, and low hum was her only warning before the vibrator slid into her, making her moan loudly as her breath and pulse sped to a gallop. After a minute to accustom herself to the weights pulling on her nipples, the vibrating cock throbbing at her core, he again placed his hands on her ass, squeezing the satiny globes under his fingers. A new pressure formed, a new sensation of pressure against the only remaining orifice. She had barely a second to register the unfamiliarity before a slender plug was slid easily between her cheeks into her ass, gently echoing the vibrations of the cock that was already there. Her breath was nothing but gasps and pants now, her back arching and curling against the pleasures assaulting her body. His fingers pushed harder, firmly inserting the plug against her flesh so it wouldn't slide out, his own breath ragged.

Gathering himself, he stood back to once again appraise his progress. She whimpered slightly and her hips bucked involuntarily, fighting against the climax that was threatening to overwhelm her. Her fingers were white knuckled against the sheets. He smiled in satisfaction, and looked down ruefully at his now raging erection before announced loudly that he still had a shower to take, and he'd be back shortly. She gasped in indignation at him, her head twisting towards him. Before she could speak, he peppered her ass with several sharp spanks until she quieted. Then whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon".

He went into their adjoining bathroom and turned on the shower, then returned to pause in the doorframe, quiet. She'd obviously assumed he was gone, her body limp and relaxed, but shuddering occasionally, a near silent moan as her hips tried to twist against the unseen devices that were tormenting and teasing her aroused body. He finally stepped into the shower, taking what was likely one of the fastest showers in history, scrubbing himself with a rough fierceness before judging himself clean enough to return to the bedroom.

She had clearly relaxed into his captivity, her arms limp against the bed, her hair hanging off the edge nearly draped to the floor. Despite her pose, she was clearly still on the verge of climax, her hips rotating slowly against the vibrator. He must have made a sound, for her head suddenly came up and she stared at him through the black velvet. He stalked towards her, dropping the now forgotten towel on the floor as he entered the bedroom. He'd only half dried, so as he came forward slow drips coursed down his chest and stomach. He paused in front of her, not quite touching, but close enough she could feel his body heat against her face. Like a cobra her mouth struck out, capturing his semi-rigid cock in her lips, sucking furiously and licking the water droplets off the head. He leaned into her, his fingers tangling through her hair as he guided himself down her throat. She took him all, bobbing her head back and forth with a slight slurping noise, pausing to lick the underside of his shaft. He reached under to play with her breasts as her mouth brought him to rock hardness.

He grasped her hair again, preventing her from continuing her delicious torment, though she sucked hard on his tip before finally releasing him. He groaned and chuckled "I ought to spank you again for that, if you didn't know I loved it so." Nevertheless, upon his movement to the other side, he knelt between her ankles and smacked her upturned ass sharply several times. "That's not for sucking too hard" he said, "it's because I want your ass nice and red against me when I'm fucking you. I want your skin extra sensitive as it presses against mine" Her hips tilted upwards toward him in silent invitation, the vibrator protruding slightly, nearly dripping with the fluids of her arousal. Apparently his time in the shower had been well spent. He slid the vibrator back and forth, easing it out of her, pushing it hard back in again, then removing it entirely. She moaned in response, arching her back so he could see the base of the plug still resting firmly in her ass. He grasped the base of it firmly, but instead of removing it, pulled it out only enough to add lubricant and began fucking her ass vigorously with it. She writhed frantically against the restraints, panting and moaning in wild gasps, climaxing against him in a frenzied rush, while he looked on, his cock straining to touch her.

Finally when he could stand it no more, he knelt between her thighs and grasped her hips, guiding himself into her hot core. She sigh in contentment at his entry, before the friction of his skin as he slid in to the hilt made her climax again, her muscles tightening almost painfully around him. He rode the sensations until she'd nearly stopped spasming, before he drew himself nearly all the way out and began rhythmically sliding in and out. "Oh yeah" she gasped into the blankets. The anal plug remained embedded in her ass, his body pressed against it with every thrust, causing it to rock in time with his movements. His speed increased, and a moan escaped his lips as she again began to buck her hips under his hands, pressing against him, meeting his thrusts and encouraging him with panting pleas. Knowing that she was close again, he reached forward and tugged on the chain still connected to her nipples, feeling the answering shudder in her muscles wrapped around his cock. He pounded against her flesh harder, their movements marked by the sharp slap of sweat drenched flesh hitting sweat drenched flesh. His back arched with a final thrust and he came inside her, triggering yet another climax. He fell forwards on top of her, careful not to put too much weight and crush her, and kissed her shoulder. His fingers traced up her arms and he gently removed the cuffs.

A few moments later, fully freed at last, she looked up at him mischievously, "Aren't you in need of another shower?"