I know you are near as surely as I know that the sun has set. I can smell the candles you have set to burning to provide light, their flames licking at the darkness causing shadows to jump and leap around the room.
I can hear your breathing now and the sound of your feet on the floor. Your footsteps are getting closer; the closer they get the quicker my heart leaps in anticipation.
Lying on the bed, I cannot move; you have secured my wrists and ankles leaving me vulnerable to your whim. I cannot see you for you have also blindfolded me. I lay on the bed, my body trembling, waiting for your first touch. I have been waiting like this, helplessly tied and sightless, for 30 minutes or more.
I hear your footsteps stop about 2 feet away from me. I turn my head in reflex but groan from my blindness. I pull on my restraints in an attempt to gain even an inch of slack in the ropes. You watch as I test my restraints, knowing it is hopeless.
My breathing is quick and shallow, my heart racing. My breathing has caused my lips to dry and I run my tongue across them to moisten them. Knowing you are standing within a couple of feet I begin to whimper in my desire, begging you to touch me, kiss me and fuck me. I do not hear you as you move closer to the bed. When your fingers touch the skin between my breasts I arch my back trying to get closer to your fingertips. I feel your fingers as you trail them down from my chest to my stomach, gently and slowly. I arch my back as far as my restraints allow. You remove your fingers and I whimper in frustration as I writhe on the bed.
I lay waiting, eager and impatient, for your fingertips to caress my skin again. It seems an hour before I feel your touch again. This time your finger is on my lips. Instinctively I open them and reach my tongue out to touch it. You pull it back and, as my lips begin to close, you place your finger on them again. You do this several times, touching and tracing my lips, watching my tongue dart out and chase your finger. Finally you leave your finger long enough for me catch it. I suck your finger into my mouth, my tongue dancing around it, groaning in pleasure. I continue to suck your finger into my soft mouth and nibble on it as if it were your cock.
As I suck greedily on your finger I feel the fingers of your other hand on my thigh. I groan again, lifting my hips as far as I can against my restraints. You see my nipples harden, hear my tell-tale breathing and know that you are driving me close to my first orgasm of the night. Your fingers on my thigh move slowly towards my cunt and I suck your finger harder as it grazes my neatly trimmed bush. Sensing how close my orgasm is you slowly slip your finger from my mouth then trail your fingers back down my thigh, denying me any chance of orgasm from so little foreplay. I cry out your name in my frustration and beg you not to stop but it does no good.
After a few minutes of 'cool-down' time you are moving again, this time towards the foot of the bed. I feel your weight on the bed near my feet and all I can do is wait. I lay there, my skin glistening from a sheen of sweat, my chest rising and falling as I breathe. I feel you moving up the bed but you are careful not to touch me. The wait is driving me crazy.