I waited eagerly for you at the door. Peeking through the small windows hoping you wouldn't see me before you got inside the door.
The suit I wore was driving me crazy...so tight and hot. My skin couldn't breathe at all and I was getting sweaty.
It felt like the 10 min it normally took you to get home from work was taking far too long. Damn, I thought, you must have stopped somewhere. I had to go stand in the kitchen where I could feel the cross draft. I faced out the window by the sink and ran some water for a drink. I was singing and dancing at the sink to the music on the radio as the water reached the right temp. That's when you came in. You were standing there awed at my appearance. I was dressed in a deep red, latex corset with garters and white stockings, no panties and you know me...no heels. I had a big red ribbon tied around my chest. You noticed I had my hair done because of the long curls cascading down my back and as I turned the water off and took a drink from my glass, you noticed the French manicure too.
God, what you must have been thinking.
You stood there for a bit...laughing to yourself at the silliness of me singing Taylor Swift while dressed like some dominatrix.
You crossed your arms and stood there silently, waiting for me to turn around. I put the glass down and glanced at the clock on the stove.
"So did you stop somewhere, I expected you 5 minutes ago?" I said in a stern voice as I turned around.
You gasped a split second; was it the make up or was it because I knew you were there?
I didn't smile at you. I slowly leaned my weight to one leg and put my hand on my hip. A devilish grin slid across my face. The sparkle it caused in my eyes was slightly menacing. You fought back a laugh...trying to take this as serious as I was playing it. I appreciated it.
"I got this outfit just for you. Do you like it?" I said turning and modeling it for you. "Too bad it's wasted; you have class tonight right?" Another grin.
"I think I have a headache." Your voice was deep and husky.
My knees quivered ever so slightly with anticipation.
"Well then," I said walking slowly towards you and untying the bow. "Maybe I should be gentle with you."
Taking the entire ribbon off me I walked past you into the living room. You let me walk by, following me with your eyes, before you turned to accompany me. I reached the antique chaise in the corner of the room and turned to face you. You approached and stopped a few feet from me.
"Oh I think I can handle it." You said giving me that smirk I can never get enough of. The butterflies in my belly were threatening to reveal your effect on me.
"Hmm." I said, hanging the red satin around my neck.
You stood still with your hands at your sides as I my gaze drifted from your gorgeous eyes, to your sensual lips, to your chest, your jeans, lingering on your semi and carrying on down to your feet.
"I think you have way too much clothes on." My voice was still strong as I closed the gap between us; my hands landing on your chest. I caressed you up to your neck, out to your shoulders and down your arms; enjoying the hard muscular form I could feel beneath your dress shirt.
You closed your eyes and moaned.
I started to unbutton your shirt.
"Look at me." I said and you opened your eyes.
"I want you to watch me." I continued to speak as I unbuttoned your shirt. Our eyes didn't disconnect. I was trembling with your direct line into my soul and I knew you could see everything, but I tried to keep my hands still as I pulled your shirt from your jeans.
"I want you to watch me as I kiss every inch of your body. And..." I stopped, and held my breath, as I opened your shirt and touched your skin. You looked down at my hands and smiled, then slowly looked back into my eyes.
"And..." I cleared my throat, my voice was breathy. "I want you to watch me as I make love to you."
You closed your eyes and moaned.
"No, no, no. I said look at me." I commanded, gaining back some control and thankful to be have been slightly distracted.
I smoothed my palms over the hair on your chest, touching just lightly enough to tickle them; then up to your shoulders, pushing your shirt off. Further, my hands travelled down your arms, feeling every bump and groove of your muscles that you casually flexed for my benefit.
"Mmm, God I love your body," I said, a little more breathless.
I ran my fingers across your stomach and tuck them into the waistband of your pants. I stepped closer, yanking you against me. I needed to feel you; the heat from your body, the wetness from your tongue, the tickle of your hair. I was not doing a very good job of holding my arousal at bay.
I nuzzled my nose in the crook of your neck and curled my body in to you, taking a deep draw of your scent. You lifted your arms to embrace me. But I stopped you, straightening up to look at you again.
"Mmm, mmm." I said and shook my head slowly.
I cupped your balls and squeezed firmly, then dragged my palm up and down your responsive penis. I unfastened your belt, slowly sliding it out of the loops and tossing in to the ground. Your eyes were fixed on mine, serious but hinting of amusement.
I kissed your chest with wet open mouthed kisses, starting at one shoulder trailing across to your other while I undid your pants and dropped them to the ground.
Then I reached around your waist, smoothing my hands along your skin. I slipped inside your boxers and cupped your ass gently, reaching far down between your legs; my fingers teasing, so close on your inner thighs.
"Mmm," you moan.
I wanted to tell you how you were making me feel; the tingle in my skin, the pounding of my heart against my chest. But I said nothing and as my hands came back around to the front and I stepped closer.
Both of my hands were in your boxers; one cupping, fondling your balls and beneath, and the other firmly grasping your cock. I swear it was hot enough to burn my fingers. I love that. Love the feel of your smooth, hot skin pulled tightly around your hard shaft. I rubbed the silky precum over your dark purple tip with my thumb and slowly began to stroke your gorgeous, thick cock. Your eyes no longer showed the previous humour and had darkened with desire. You still didn't look away and I blushed at your intense gaze.
Using every ounce of strength I had, I kept looking into your eyes as I lowered myself and your boxers to the floor. You stepped out. Your cock rested on the side of my cheek. I closed my eyes as I savoured the feeling on my face. Without using my hands, I stroked my face with your cock. One cheek, then the other, down from the top of my forehead, over the bridge of my nose, across my top lip and then the tip of my tongue, under my bottom lip to my chin and down my neck as I rose up on my knees and looked up at you. Then I lowered back down on my bended legs.
With the palm of my right hand, I press down on your cock, from the base to the tip, lowering the head to my flat tongue, to taste you. Sucking in just the head, I moaned at the supreme pleasure of you in my mouth. I let you go with a sucking sound to begin the stroke again. With my free hand, I pawed at my pussy, but just the outside; feeling the smooth, silky, hairless skin.
"Mmm, I want you so bad baby." I said, slowly standing, gently dragging my fingernails up your legs. You watched me intently. I walked around to the back of you, trailing my nails lightly up and over your chest as I did, lightly grazing your nipple on the way up. You moaned and you closed your eyes.
I traced my nails down your arm, once I was behind you, and grabbed your wrist roughly, pulling it to me. I took one end of the scarf around my neck and tightly fastened it to your wrist with two reversing square knots. I leaned in to kiss your back, licking over the flex of your muscles from your pulled shoulder. Leading from where my mouth left off, I again trailed my nails up and over your other shoulder, down your arm and grabbed your other wrist to tie it with the remaining end of the scarf. With one hand, I bunched the fabric together holding both of your wrists tight.
I yanked your arms down quickly, causing you to fall into me. I held you close to my mouth with my hand on your throat and kiss and suck your neck as I whispered in your ear. "What..." I said, pausing to lick the inside of your ear, "are you thinking?" You shivered, and groaned, then chuckled softly before you spoke.
"That you're making me so fucking hard."
I stopped tonguing your earlobe and pulled harder.
"Baby, your not supposed to laugh at me...I will win y'know?"
I started to walk back towards the settee but you didn't move, so I yanked your arms. You were still smiling as you fumbled your way backwards, finally bumping the back of your legs into the front of the seat.
"Straddle it." I commanded.
You complied and waited.
"Now walk back towards me." My tone was flat and confident.
Once you were in the right position, I wrapped the long length of scarf between your bound wrists, around the back of the settee, effectively pulling you to a seated position. You tested the tension, realizing you could only move your hands about a foot, not enough to do anything effective with them. Satisfied with my placement of you, I walk around and straddle the remainder of the settee in front of you.
Sitting panty less, spread open in front of you; I put my hands on my hips and smiled.
"See, told you I'd win." I say as I lift my chin, very pleased with myself. You sat with your arms bound and hanging at your sides, naked, gorgeous, hard, captive and spread out in front of me.
"You haven't won; you cheated; I'm tied; hardly a victory if I went willingly, I would think." You said with a smirk.
Damn, that sexy smirk, I thought. That would definitely be my undoing.
"Hmmm, not yet huh?" I said as I lifted my legs, placing my feet on either side of your face. Bracing my hands on the end of the settee behind me, I slowly slid my feet down to your chest. I dragged my stocking clad feet, down your stomach to your cock, which I could see was growing unbelievably bigger every second. I rubbed you for a minute with both feet before spreading them and laying them over top of your legs. I scootched my bum to place my mound inches from your balls. I could feel your heat kissing my swollen, pink pussy that was screaming for attention.
"Guess I will have to work harder then, hmmm?" I said seductively.
You chuckled again and grinned. But I could see your armor faltering.
I put my hands on your pecs and leaned in to kiss the front of your neck. You tilted your head and closed your eyes.
"No! look me. Watch me." My voice was thick and husky.
"God, I have been thinking of you all day. I want you so bad." I said, still kissing and sucking your neck and collar bone, following it out to your shoulder.
