Eve stands in front of the apartment. Her naked thighs are cold from the wind swirling around the edges of her long coat. She pulls it closer around her and shudders. Her heart races as she raises her hand tentatively to knock on the door.
She pauses, hand raised, then finally knocks. Her nipples harden immediately. She knocks once, then twice before taking a small step back. Adam hears the knock at the door and looks at the clock; it is precisely 9:10pm.
"Good girl," he thinks.
He puts down his glass of scotch and rises from the couch. The room is warmed by a roaring fire. He walks slowly to the door, his bare feet gliding softly across the floor. He can see Eve's silhouette in the frosted glass and pauses for a second. He wants to make her wait, anticipation building, exerting his control even before they see each other.
He opens the door and smiles as her eyes widen; she is possibly the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Eve's breath catches as she sees him around the edge of the opening door. Adam is dressed only in faded jeans, a black leather belt loose around his waist. His chest and arms are solid and bare. Looking at him, her legs go weak, and she feels a wetness beginning to awaken deep inside her.
Her mouth is dry with nerves. She fears that her words will come out as an obscene croak if she tries to speak. She lowers her eyes and smiles shyly through her bangs. He catches her chin gently in his fingers and pulls her in through the doorway. Raising her chin, he plants a small kiss on her cheek. He marvels at the arousing combination of strength, vulnerability and pure lust in her eyes.
"Are you ready?" he asks.
He feels her knees buckle slightly as his strong voice washes over her.
She whimpers, "Yes."
He kisses her deeply and pulls her into his arms. She is trembling. He closes the door and draws her entirely inside. He looks down at her face to be sure she is steady, and then, releasing her, he backs away slightly. Reaching out, he pulls the end of the belt to loosen her long coat. The coat falls open to reveal her pale skin. He smiles again as he feels himself harden at the sight.
Eve feels her face and neck blush deep red as the coat opens. Her heart is pounding in her ears, and her hands are wet and slippery. She knows he desires her. She loves to see him staring at her body. She wants him to lust after her. She wants to be sexy for him.
Adam reaches across and pulls the coat from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Her flush moves down her chest, and her nipples harden in the cool air. Goosebumps rise on her arms and legs, the temperature and her raw emotions playing havoc with her body. She is timid about her body and struggles to think of it as perfect, even though he has told her many times that it is.
He lets his eyes roam over her. Her breasts are large, heavy and perfectly shaped, topped by very erect, extremely swollen nipples. Looking down across her flat belly, he sees the smooth hairless mound that ends in an intoxicatingly moist cleft. Her shapely legs are clad only in four-inch red heels.
He reaches out slowly with both hands to grab a nipple between each thumb and index finger. Rolling them, he sees her mouth open and hears a low moan escape. Pinching hard elicits a squeal. He wants to suck her swollen nipples into his mouth but resists. Looking into her eyes, he squeezes them harder this time, causing her to draw in a deep breath.
She meets and holds his gaze; she knows there will be pain tonight, pain and pleasure in varying combinations. Pain and pleasure which will end in a massive climax, but only if she is good and does exactly what he asks.
She wants to be possessed completely. Her arousal increases by the second. She feels moisture dripping down her legs. She can smell her own excitement. He pinches her nipples again, pulling and twisting as he does.
She moans softly, "Oh my god."
So softly that he is unsure what he heard. He knows she is excited. He steps back and looks at her again; seeing the wetness flowing from her makes his mouth water. He longs to kneel between her legs to lick and suck her until she explodes in his mouth.
He grabs her hand and leads her to the centre of the room. Eve sees a wooden chair positioned in front of the fireplace. She looks up at him
questioningly, but he only smiles. He bends her slowly over the chair, the stiff wooden back of the chair pressing into her belly. Her hands are supporting her weight on the seat of the chair. He moves around to gently tie her hands with a red silk scarf to the chair's front legs.
"Spread your legs, Eve," he growls.
Her breath quickens now, but she does exactly what he asks. Her heart is pounding. She feels the heat of the fire on her back and head, but her ass and thighs are cold. She is exposed and vulnerable, her core throbbing in anticipation. He bends down behind her, his face inches from her, intoxicated by the sight. He runs his hand lightly down the inside of her left thigh and grabs her ankle tightly. He securely binds her left ankle and then her right to the chair with more silk scarves.
He slides his hand up her leg until it presses firmly into the hot wetness at the apex. Sliding one finger down her wet folds elicits a long low moan. She is immobile, totally vulnerable and completely exposed.
He stands and looks down at her, her hair falling forward over her face, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as she fights to keep her rapid breathing under control. She is shaking, and goose bumps cover her arms and legs.
Eve is totally helpless, the way she longs to be. She trusts he will push her to the edge of desire, to the edge of control, to the point of total physical and emotional release, and beyond. His one simple request, she must give herself to him without reservation.
He walks to the couch and retrieves his drink. He is hard now and needs to regain his control. Leaving her exposed in the middle of the room builds anticipation for both of them. Taking a long drink, he places the glass back down.
