And in that moment I knew I'd take it, that chance I never thought I'd get. I'd take him. I'd take him now while I could, the way I wanted, and damn the consequences. Damn them all I would. He knew what I had in mind, what was in that bag and didn't seem to care...didn't back off in the least. He had choices; to not show, to leave, to take control or to go back to his vanilla life. Instead he stands there and asks what I had on my mind, what I wanted, what he could do for me..
I asked him to lock the door. He raised his eyebrows at me but did, wordlessly, and turned back to me. I told him straight out, no lies or evasions -- I want you. Now. Mine. Til you walk out the door, all mine. Before he began to kiss the hell out of me, he tells me that works for him just fine. Slow torturous hell sweet wet lips, hot breath on my skin, hands molding against my body pulling me in. My hands in his hair, lips running across his skin, slowly working his sweater off him. Still standing just inside the door, electricity building, bits and pieces, thoughts, plans and memories running through my brain. We surface for a moment as the sweater goes over his head and hits the floor. His hands are reaching for my nipples, rubbing through my blouse, when I tell him his shirt needs to go next. I don't wait but pull it out of the waistband of his jeans and up his chest. My mouth on his nipples and the shirt isn't even off yet. God want him now, don't want to wait, have him here on the floor, its not the plan, not what I had in mind but it would feel so good... My brain is so confused, too many sensations so fast, accelerating the blood flow, heat, every time more than the last, one day soon we will simply burst into flame and combust. Him in just the jeans, no shirt, no shoes, and yeah I could look at that for quite some time. He never seems to understand that, but then he never notices my stretch marks either so I guess that works both ways.
Use me... he whispers to me, never taking his eyes off mine. Take me, use me, make me yours. This is the chance I wanted, needed, thought about for ages... I just had to have the nerve to take it. This moment was usually so simple, so basic. Only with him did I have this overwhelming urge to just give in, give up, let him take over. And then he was on his knees in front of me, pulling me to him, his face against my abdomen, licking along my waistline, telling me how he wanted to bury his face inside me, lick me, eat me, suck on me for hours. There's a moment in every endeavor folks call the tipping point. This was ours. I stepped back, pulled a black leather collar from the bag and said if that's what he wanted, maybe I'd be willing to accommodate that request once he was properly attired. Many times I'd assisted with his coat, his collar, his dressing, but never like this. The electricity was amazing as I collared him. Pulled a lock out, unlocked it with a little key and locked the collar around his neck, the key on a tiny chain around mine.
All he said was "what else do you want" and yeah, I could feel myself getting wet. Left him on his knees but kissed him hard, feel his hands on my ass, for once I'm looking down at him while he's looking up, slightly awkward, off-balance, the feel of his tongue in my mouth, the look of the black leather snug against his skin. As my internal temperature rises, I'm a little off- balance, but suddenly break off the kiss and announce I'd like him to run me a bath. I head for the back bedroom with the mysterious bag and he starts my bath, with the flowery bubbles I like, a cold glass of wine, and even the Kenny G music in the background. I lay out my evening outfit -- black corset, ultra sheer black stockings, garter belt, high heel slides and for later... the thigh cuffs, the chains, the clasps, all the restraints I might need from the bag. In the tub he washes me head to toe and back again, shave my legs oh so smooth, maneuvers me on the edge of the tub to shave me oh so personally, my pussy hair trimmed on top, in between my legs bare and smooth. I love the feeling of being catered to, all the effort coming from him while I just let the feelings flow, so erotic being treated like a princess.
He dries me, and then dresses me, lacing up the corset so I can I "fluff" my breasts into the perfect perky spot. He starts rolling the stockings up my legs, attaching to the garters with just a small fumble as he connects the two. I slide into my heels, on my feet and leaning into him, his mouth nibbling on mine and my hands on his ass, backing ever so slowly towards the bed. I reluctantly pull away and hand him the thigh cuffs...to put on me. He looks a tad confused but does it just the same, indulging me in my whims while I put on the brass belly chains around my waist...and then I attach the cuffs on his wrists to the d rings on the outside of my thighs and he's on his knees again. I want his mouth on me, and chaining his collar to the belly chains leave him little choice in the matter. The chains shorten when I spread my thighs giving him little room to move, and slack is a generous description of the few inches of play he gets when they close about his face. Just a small space to breathe in, and of course if I move he has no choice but to do the same. Wet, warm, so hot his mouth trapped on me, licking me, tasting me, tugging, sucking on my clit. I overflow all over his face, his chin soaked with my juices, he pushes me ever closer to climax, pulls back the half inch he can, then deeper inside me, fucking me with his tongue, sucking ever harder, and muscle spasms over take me.
