Slowly and with great care I slide from the bed. Mark is soundly asleep, not something I get to see a lot of, he is usually awake before me. He has needed the rest, he has been worried about something, something that he hasn't wanted to talk about. It has left him tense and restless and he has refused to let me help ease his stress.
But now it is early morning and, if I want to take advantage before he wakes, I need to hurry. I am lucky he is sprawled on his back with his arms above his head, it makes what I want to do that much easier.
I lean into the headboard and quietly pull up the rope that is dangling from there and use my fingers to stop the clip from rattling on the cuff it is still attached to. As gently as I can I slip the first cuff around his right wrist and do it up. He stirs but not enough to wake up. I hold my breath and wait until he settles again before doing the same to his left wrist. I relax a bit now. His hands are restrained above his head and he can't get out of it.
I still move carefully though as I scoot to the bottom of the bed and adjust the ropes so that they come up in the middle, I want him to be able to roll over. At least at first. Then I attach the cuffs to his ankles.
He stirs and tries to move just as I finish doing up the buckle, he wakes with a jerk when he can't. I dive up the bed and kiss his forehead as I soothe him into full awareness, my fingers stroking down his face and neck.
I lift my head and look at him, meeting his glare with defiance. He demands to be released but I tell him no, it is my turn to take care of him.
Which earns me a growl and threats of retribution. Threats that make my skin twitch and my body shiver in a mix of dread and anticipation. Dread because I know he can make me suffer for hours if not days, anticipation because I know at the end he will send me into mindless ecstasy.
I pull the pillow from under him and ask him to roll over. He scowls at me and curses long and loud. I tell him the sooner he does as asked the sooner the cuffs will come off.
With bad grace he flips himself onto his belly. I reach into the beside draw for the massage oil then I sit and admire the long length of him stretched out before me. A rare chance for me to touch as much as I want to and I intend to take full advantage of it.
I squirt oil across his shoulders and start smoothing the oil over his back and up his arms. I take my time kneading tense muscles as I work my way up to his hands and fingers and back down again. I give his other arm the same treatment, massaging until the knots give way before moving on.
His arms done I straddle his waist and start working on his shoulders and neck down the middle of his back to his rump. Then I start in earnest working all the kinks out, kneading and pushing against rock hard knots until they are pliant beneath my fingers.
His groans and sighs telling me when I have succeeded in releasing built up tension. I finish his back with long smooth strokes from butt to shoulders.
More oil and I start on his butt and legs, gradually the muscles ease as I work my way down one leg then the other. I've finished the back massage but I haven't had my fill of touching him.
Kneeling next to him I run my finger tips down his back and over his butt. Trailing them in every changing patterns, over and over again.
Barely touching his skin my lips follow the same route as my fingers, his skin soft after soaking in the oil. I lick and nibble around the dimples in his lower back as my fingers run down the crease of his butt.
He growls my name and I laugh as I give him a harder nip and slap on the arse and tell him to roll over again.
Mark complies faster this time, but I'm not finished, not yet ready to uncuff him.
I move to the ropes at the base of the bed, he thinks I'm letting him go. Instead I re-clip the ropes on his cuffs and pull first one leg then the other out to the side and tighten the tension.
His legs are now spread wide and he is held more firmly with less room to move. His cock is nicely hard now as well.
He is swearing and cursing at me but I ignore him as I get more oil and spread it across his chest and belly. I start massaging from his neck down again. Teasing his nipples and ticklish spots. Taking my time, letting my fingers play over the different textures of rough hair and soft skin.
Down over his belly, my fingers dipping into his belly button. Then feathering across his hip bones and over the sensitive skin of his lower abdomen where it twitches under my touch. I am careful to avoid touching his now straining cock.
I go down to his feet and start massaging one and working my way up his leg until I reach that tender patch next to his balls. Again I am careful not to touch as I rub around and under before moving to the other foot and repeating the massage.
By the time I finish his cock is leaking and he is ordering me to release him. I run my finger over the spill of precum and lift my finger to my mouth and lick it clean, his musky taste bursting over my tongue.
He groans as he watches me. Telling me to suck him if I'm not going to let him go. Instead I settle between his legs, lower my head and start licking up the inside of his thigh and across under his balls to the other side.
I stop to suck and bite at the sensitive spots before going back to his balls. I nibble on the crease underneath the sack and play my tongue along it before sucking one ball into my mouth. I roll it around and tug gently on it as his hips leave the bed.
