Maia felt deliciously calm as she and David set about preparing dinner. Soon the small kitchen of Maia's apartment was filled with the smells of sizzling garlic and onions, as they prepared a bolognaise together.
David stood at the stove front gently stirring the pasta as the water bubbled in a rolling boil, he wiggled his butt in a happy dance, as Maia wrapped her arms around his waist, and kissed his neck.
"Hey you."
"I'm under your spell, you know..." Maia whispered.
"I know," said David, "I love it".
His face had a slight sheen from the steam of the pasta pot, and he flushed slightly as Maia cupped his arse and squeezed.
"The pasta is fine for a bit, come here and kiss me." said Maia, pulling David away from the stove and into her embrace, kissing him lightly on the mouth.
David pulled her closer, and kissed her deeply, his tongue massaging her lips, his teeth nibbling at her. Maia melted into him, consumed by his kiss and the taste of his mouth.
"You know what I'm going to do to you later, Maia?" David said, breathlessly.
Maia's calm was quickly unravelling.
"No sir, why don't you tell me," she replied, brattily.
"Oh no, my little slut, I'm not going to indulge you that easily. You can wait."
They served their dinner and sat down to eat, Maia's heart racing in anticipation for what the evening held. She knew she was going to be tied up, she knew she was going to be teased, tormented, and have her limits tested.
She knew that David had the gentlest hands as they ran over her body, and that they shocked her when he spanked her arse. The contrast of his soft touch, and his almost vicious spankings kept her guessing, never quite sure how he was going to touch her.
Her calm was gone.
Barely able to contain herself, she ate the rest of her dinner in silence, and took her plate to the sink.
"You're quiet my love, are you okay?" David asked.
"I'm more than okay, I'm just lost in my imagination."
David walked over to the sofa where he had left his bag, he unzipped the zipper and a whiff of sweet hay smell filled Maia's nose.
"Come here, remove your dress, and sit," he commanded.
The smell of David's ropes caused Maia's pussy to throb, as she slipped her dress over her head and knelt down before David. She could see the bulge in his trousers as he regarded her naked body. The air felt cool on her, and she could almost feel the heat of his gaze burning on her skin.
His hands were firm as he guided her wrists behind her, drawing the rope around them into a secure knot. David removed his shirt and Maia admired his half naked body, as he pulled her to standing. He stood behind her nibbling at her shoulders, and kissing her neck, murmuring nothing in particular into her hair.
Her hands moved freely in their bonds, secured at her back, but able to twist and caress his belly, and the heat in his trousers. She tussled at his belt buckle, and tried to undo the button of his jeans.
In one swift move, David pulled the rope tight securing Maia's arms into a more disciplined position His kisses turned to bites on her shoulders, and Maia gasps as her breathing became heavier, ragged.
She sunk back into his touch as he drew more rope around her arms and torso, criss-crossing her breasts, and and upper arms, expertly securing her into a ushirote munenawa position. Her arms secured behind her back, and a tight harness lacing her torso and chest, showing off her breasts to full effect.
David yanks the ropes upwards, drawing Maia to the tips of her toes, and she knows that she is entirely at his mercy.
David touches her hand and finds it warm and responsive, reassuring him that the ropes are safely tied.
Using the ropes as a handle, David spins Maia to face him. Her breasts spill over the rope at the front, tempting, delicious, aching to be sucked, but he waits. He can see her heaving breaths coming in ragged gasps, as she mews and moans with her eyes closed tight.
Maia can barely think, she keeps her eyes closed tight, and succumbs to pure sensation. The ropes make it slightly difficult to breathe, and she is entirely in David's control. With one hand steadying Maia, he throws a cushion from the sofa to the floor, and gently and firmly guides her to her knees.