Lovesong

It was a rare evening. They had it all to themselves. A night on the town ... drinks, dinner, dancing ... and now, home. He closed and locked the door behind them. She made her way to their bedroom. It had been a perfect evening but she was ready to get out of her heels and into her pajamas. She lifted her foot to unbuckle the strap that circled her slender ankle and felt his presence behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, brought his lips to her ear, whispered,

"Leave them on. I'm not finished with you yet."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words and she leaned back into his embrace, turning her head to capture his lips with hers. He brought his hand to her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb and kissed her gently. She turned to face him, their kiss deepened, and he wrapped his arms around her. HIs fingers found the zipper and coaxed it slowly down her spine until her dress slithered from her shoulders.

Her tongue tangled with his, savoring the familiar flavor of her lover as his hands pushed the silky fabric over the curve of her hip, her ample ass. The garment fell forgotten to the floor and he stepped back to admire her. Alabaster skin against midnight lace ... her breasts rose invitingly, the bra struggling to contain their fullness ... As his gaze raked lower over the scrap of fabric covering her sex, need flashed in his eyes and rumbled in his throat.

"Turn around."

The tone of his voice was clear and she obeyed, turning slowly. He stepped closer, lightly running his hands over her arms, his lips gently trailing along her shoulder, up her neck, to her ear. His hands find her hips, fingers grip tightly, possessively. His breath is hot on her throat as he growled,

"Mine."

Her pulse raced. Her thighs slickened. Her nipples stiffened against the lace and she swallowed, took a breath.

"Yours"

Broad palms slid over soft skin, calloused fingers caressed curves. He cupped her breasts, held them firmly. One hand traveled lower, found her slickened sex beneath the dampened lace. Teeth tugged her earlobe as he said again,

"Mine."

"Stay."

Her mind raced as he crossed the room. When he returned to her, the music floated with him. Her eyes were drawn to the box in his hands ... what could it hold? A wicked smile curved his lips as he offered it to her, lifted the lid to reveal its contents. Her heart skipped a beat... and then another...He set the box on the bed and pulled the rope from it.

"Bra."

As though hypnotized, she reached back, slid the hooks free. Thin straps slid down her shoulders and her breasts spilled over the jet black lace. It lingered for a moment, suspended on the rosy pebbles of her nipples before floating to the floor. Her creamy thighs met silky black stockings and she stood nearly eye level with him in her heels. He moved suddenly closer ... she gasped ... he commanded.

"Hands."

The binding was completed quickly. He was well practiced. Within moments her wrists were bound and her arms stretched above her head. She stood suspended from a hook in the ceiling she hadn't noticed he'd installed. Her pulse thundered in her ears as he circled the one that was his. His presence surrounded her completely.

He met the swirling sea of her eyes as he reached up, ran his rough hands down her arms...down until they found the freckled fullness of her breasts. The solid strength of him both calmed and excited her. He would protect. He would take. Thumbs teased her nipples ... fingers rolled and pinched and pulled and always he watched. With each moan and gasp and sigh, she was more his. Every touch said,

"Mine."

He reached again into the box and she bit her lip at the sight of the blindfold. He arched a brow, she nodded consent. He nodded and motioned for her to turn around. His kisses were hot on her shoulder, the nape of her neck... a nip that sent shivers down her spine. He secured the blindfold as his teeth sunk into her, claiming her, taking both her breath and her sight. Her senses reached out for him and she whispered,

"Yours."

Adrenaline coursed through her veins as potent as any drug. The crispness of his shirt was delightfully erotic against her nakedness. His teeth released her but he did not. He pulled her to him, his arousal apparent and growing in urgency. But he would not be rushed. His hands covered her breasts and slid over the softness of her stomach. The kisses he laid on her spine were featherlight, torturous in their teasing. Then again, his breath at her ear, a rumbling command.

"Still."

Her breath shortened. She recalled the contents of the box and wondered if ... when ... he'd use them. A familiar sound ... she couldn't quite place it. And then ... a sharp intake of breath as steel touched her flushed skin, the flat of the blade cool against her stomach. He brought the edge of the blade slowly toward her breasts. She held her breath... held still.

She gasped as the knife scraped lightly over her nipples. The point drew a line between her breasts, down toward her navel. He traced the edge of her panties to her hip, slipped the tip beneath the lace and sliced ... repeated the action on the other side. The fabric fell away and she was left in her stockings and heels. She heard the door ... footsteps.

"Surprise."

Her heart stopped ...then raced. The female fragrance reached her before the soft hands did. Before she felt herself pressed between the strength of her man and the curves of the woman before her. There was something familiar about her scent... her touch ... the way their lips found each other as though they had before. Lost for a moment she didn't notice when he slipped away. She knew when he came back.

Leather straps drug over her skin, teasing tantalizing. Her breath came in shuddering gasps of anticipation. She knew the strike would come. When it did... when he pulled his arm back and brought the leather down across her back, she inhaled sharply and let out a low moan, pain instantly replaced with pleasure. Their guest kissed her deeply, capturing her moans as the second strike landed.

Slender fingers slipped between her thighs finding her wet aching heat. Though suspended, she rolled her hips forward into the attention as best she could as she felt her lover kiss the blossoming stripes on her back. Then suddenly, the sting of the leather against her ass ... again ... and again .. each strike kissing her sex. Her nerves fired endlessly, the need for release growing with each moment, each touch.

She heard the jingle of a chain. She remembered the clamps a moment before the first one claimed her nipple, pinching firmly, tightening. Soft fingers brushed over her skin. She gasped as the second clamp was secured... cried out when the mystery woman tugged on the chain. Need dripped down her thighs, the scent of her arousal was heavy on the air.

Suddenly he spun her around to face him. His beard was rough against the tender skin of her breasts, the sensitive buds of her nipples. Breasts pressed against her back as deft fingers delved into her sex, curling and coaxing. His larger, longer fingers took their place, driving deep as he devoured her mouth. Soft lips at her throat and insistent fingers at her clit. She begged for release.

"Please!"

They pushed her further ... unwilling to relent ... wanting every drop of her desire. They drove her to the edge ... made her hover there ... quivering ... quaking ... pleading. Then at once... a voice in each ear.

"Now"

"Cum"