'You want something to eat?'
'No...thank you.' She felt fidgety. Should she be here? She knew he was trouble but like most women, the thought turned her on. Friend and family wouldn't recognize her right now; she had always been conservative and shy but at this moment she was throwing herself off a cliff. She watched him walk out of the room and after a few moments he came back and stood at the door leaning on the dresser.
He was fucking gorgeous with only his swim trunks and she stared with appreciation. He was everything she never thought she'd have, or at least attract. A good six feet if not taller, lean striking muscles underneath tight tan skin. Hair dusted his chest, tattoos covered his shoulders, his face was that of a model, one fit for a biker or sports magazine, not the pretty metrosexual shit from Vanity Fair. His smile was contagious and his gaze traveled hungrily over her lean frame. She wished she was more...more curves, more beauty, more height, more knowledgeable. And then again, in his presence, with those lustful eyes and constant touches, she'd never felt more beautiful or wanted.
'Can I do something to you?' An eyebrow rose. She didn't know whether to laugh or be intimidated or turned on.
'What were you thinking?'
'Do you trust me?' She laughed out loud at the cheesy line but his face stayed the same. Her heart hesitated and then speed up a bit.
'Ok...' She'd never been more uncertain in her life but she knew he wouldn't hurt her.
'Lie down on the bed.' Her heart stopped again as she began to pull her legs up and turn long ways. 'No...stay where you are. Lie down right there.' She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs brushing the floor, so she relaxed her back and fell unto a pillow. 'Flip over.' A rush went through her head. She flipped, feeling awkward as she had to keep her legs up. 'Scoot forward.' She did until the wall the bed was pressed against was nearly brushing her head. She heard Velcro come undone and laughed. 'You think you're going to tie me up?' 'I wanna see if it works.' She laughed again. Her body relaxed at the assumed absurdity. 'Spread your legs.' She kept up the giggling as she did so, thanking every deity she had worn a long skirt so she wasn't flashing. Not that it would have mattered; she had her swim suit underneath, all ready for the trip to the beach. She felt his strong hand grab hold of her ankle, making her giggles subside, and pull it toward the corner of the bed closest to that foot. The Velcro came around her and was pulled tight, being attached to some hook. He repeated the same with her other ankle to the opposite side. Her arms were still free by her side.
She was shocked to feel moisture between her legs, so soon, when he had done nothing. God, she was sick. She'd always imagined being tied up but didn't really think it'd ever be done... or that she'd enjoy it. Did this pleasure make her weird? Off? Her breath hitched as he grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back to feel the material wrap around first each single wrist and then both to keep them trapped together.
'Wait.' She said it near breathlessly, it was a miracle he even heard her. Her head was getting light. She wondered had ever passed out from nerves before sex. He looked up from his work. 'I won't do anything to hurt you. I'll only do what you want. Only what you want. If you want me to stop, I'll stop.' He hesitated, waiting for her to voice a negative but she stayed silent. She closed her eyes and pushed her face into the bed. She felt him pull her wrists up by a cord and heard a click as whatever it was locked her in place. 'Lift unto your knees.' She tried, but without the support of her hands and fear of tearing a part of the ceiling down, she couldn't. 'Try.' She tried again but couldn't get situated. 'Then back up, come towards me so you're ass is partially in the air.' She scooted her torso down as much as possible. 'How do your arms feel?' 'Fine.' 'Too tight?' 'No.' They were tightened. He came close to making it painful but stopped just shy of it. She knew if she had been left in this position for long it would quickly become uncomfortable.
A hand traveled up her leg, underneath her skirt and her muscles twitched underneath the slightly ticklish sensation. Another hand traveled up the other leg to play at the inside of her thigh to skim across the bottom of her ass. Heat snaked to her stomach. He continued to rub and massage and skim fingers over her thighs and butt. The sensations were ticklish, she was sensitive, but she didn't want it to stop so besides the twitching of skin and muscle she forced herself to stay as still as possible.
The sound of her skirt being pushed up and over her butt was loud and made her tighten, or at least she thought she had until she felt a warm wetness –oh, fuck yes, was that his tongue?- across the skin that showed beneath the hem of her swimsuit. It was a booty short style and he took full advantage of having half her ass for the taking. He continued his licking and began to occasionally suck her skin deep in his mouth to let go with a wet smack and a sigh. The first time it happened she gasped, loudly and her body twitched and her muscles tightened. 'Yes baby, flex for me like a good girl.' His words sent heat to her brain frying all logical thought.
She pushed herself a bit closer to him and he continued his onslaught of licking and sucking while his hands massaged against her now slick skin. She opened her mouth on a soft moan-exhale. She had never felt so good in her life. He hadn't even touched her core and she was feeling –it couldn't be- an orgasm hovering ever closer. She couldn't believe her body and concentrated on it for a moment; felt the sensations course up her spine and between her legs at every lick and suck and –oh! ...bite. She could feel it. The heat expanding between her legs, the wetness building behind her swim suit, she cried out at the next bite.
Apart of her wanted this never to end. Him not touching anything extraordinary, but the other part of her thought –if this is this amazing without touching the other stuff, I gotta know how it feels to have it all.
