You open the door and immediately I'm swept away on a flood of passion so heady it would be the most addictive narcotic known to man if a chemist could harness it. Pressing you against the wall I grab you by the throat as my body leans into you, my excitement warm against you. My lips assault you with such a need words can't describe it, but you match it, kiss for kiss, lick for lick, bite for bite. Our tongues dance a rushed tango, relearning each other's flavors and texture. I suck on your earlobe as my hand lets your throat go and your mouth nips at my neck. "I've missed you," I manage to mumble in your ear.
Your response is almost inaudible, but with your tongue in my ear and the moans you whisper to me, I know you feel the same. Taking me by the hand, you lead me to the bedroom, my erection already at full mast.
As soon as we're close to the bed I nuzzle your neck, and reach for the hem of your shirt. The thin tank top shows off your breasts well, but I yearn to see them bare, to feel them in my hand once again. As usual I have difficulty with your bra, that last hook is always a bother. With my need so intense I simply pull it apart, bending the last hook and releasing you from the bonds. I'll buy you a new one.
I feel you heavy in my hands, those glorious breasts warm to the touch, I can't get enough of you. Groping you hard, squeezing and pinching your nipples the way I know you like, I didn't even notice you'd already undone my belt. The rest of my clothes come off with both our hands, your yoga pants last.
Laying you on the bed I begin my worship of your breasts. I take one in my hands, squeeze and massage it, my teeth and mouth sliding over the nipple, pulling and tugging. I suck you hard, my teeth dig in and almost leave marks, my hands squeeze hard enough to bruise. When you feel you've had enough, I move to the other and do the same, my hard cock pressing into your side.
Opening the nightstand drawer, the one with all your toys, the first thing I take out is the last thing you'll see for a while. The blindfold goes on, and you can hear me messing with something, even feel me move around you, but no clue what I'm doing. Its not until you feel me at your wrist that you figure it out, I'm tying you up. With both hands, and very little give, I leave you to lay there and listen while I finish my preparations. You're not worried about what you here, just intrigued.
You feel me get on the bed and you open your legs, thinking I'm finally going to touch your pussy, but I don't. The anticipation is starting to get to you, you're aching for my touch. When I touch you again, its unexpected because I've got your leg in my grasp. Another leather cuff is wrapped around your ankle, and secured to a strap originating from the same direction as the upper restraints. The wrist cuffs and straps there you knew about, you've had them for a while. These ones are new, but you didn't see me come in with a bag. The pants I had been wearing were cargo pants, first time you've ever seen me wear them. Now you begin to wonder what else was hiding in those pockets.
With both ankles secured your legs are now held open and above you, not quite straight up, a little further back. Its not entirely uncomfortable, but you wont be able to maintain this position all night. There's a little more give in the legs than the arms, but only a couple inches. I don't know if you like being kept waiting, but I do see you struggling against the restraints. "Don't worry," I tell you, "just a couple more things and we're set." If I delay things much longer I'm the one who's going to lose control.
