Rebecca unlocked the arched oak entry door to her two story Tudor home and swung it wide into a classically furnished foyer. The narrow entry hall was made grander by the gleaming mahogany flooring and creamy white walls. A thin table stretched along one wall, designed to contain the various daily accessories and accented with a gold rimmed mirror. She set her clutch and keys on the immaculately polished dark wood table.
Against the opposite wall a man knelt on an elaborately detailed cushion, adorned only in a simple black leather collar. His eyes were downcast, their color obscured by long eyelashes. His hair was soft blonde and mussed perfectly. It gave him a dreamy, recently fucked look. The anticipation of her arrival was etched in the tightness of his muscles. She knew he had been waiting eagerly for the sound of her key in the door for hours and had rushed to take his place the second he heard it.
She glanced at him, giving him a quick once over, and he moved swiftly and gracefully to take her coat and lead her into the sitting room. His soft cock bounced in it's trimmed nest of blonde pubic hair as he moved. Even soft, he was a sight to behold, and she watched him unabashedly as she relaxed into a plush, high backed chair and he knelt down before it. He delicately lifted her feet onto the the ottoman and unlaced her tall leather boots. He began to massage her feet with practiced fingers as she smiled down at him.
"Such a good boy, James." She purred. "Did you miss me while I was gone?"
His fingers worked deep into the muscles of her feet, easing the tension from hours of standing in too-high heels. The red polish on her toes matched the color of her lips and she knew that given permission he would greedily devour both. As he pressed against the pads of her toes she imagined the moist swirl of his tongue, the soft bite of his teeth, and she felt it deep inside her as a sharp twinge of arousal.
"Yes, Mistress." He answered in a soft voice. There was a hint of longing in his voice that Rebecca could easily detect after years of his company.
"Do you wish I would take you along, my darling?"
"Oh yes, Mistress." He replied earnestly, glancing up at her with wide blue eyes and a smile so sweet and endearing it could melt ice.
She reached down and clasped his chin in her long, slender fingers and tilted it up.
"As my companion or as my slave?" She arched a thin eyebrow.
"In any way you wish, Mistress." He answered breathlessly.
His eyes were a piercing blue. She stared deeply into them, assessing, deciding, and he did not flinch away from her gaze. Finally, she smiled and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
"Perhaps next time. You are such an exceptionally good boy and you do please me so." She ran her fingertips through his messy blonde hair as she spoke. "And I should rather like to see you tied to a table and well used."
His cheeks flushed and his cock began to stiffen at the thought. A hundred deliciously erotic scenarios ran through his mind at once, many stemming from experiences he'd already had, some from wild and dark fantasies he'd yet to explore. Rebecca stood and looked him up and down. His erection grew beneath her gaze.
"I think we ought to practice. Come." Her eyes glittered cruelly as she led him into the second bedroom.
He stopped just inside the door with his arms clasped behind his back, hands on his elbows, and eyes downcast. The room was an obvious pleasure chamber, all dark wood and deep colors. She surveyed it thoughtfully. She had used the image of him tied to a table to incite his imagination, but a table would not provide her the access she required for what she intended.
Her eyes fell on a large wooden contraption in the center of the room and she smiled. It had been built to her design specifications of the same dark wood as the hardwood flooring; her own version of St. Andrew's Cross. Several long wooden planks formed the shape of an asterisk. The X was intended to hold limbs splayed wide and belted into the leather cuffs built into the ends. The horizontal plank at the center provided back support, as well as a pivoting point for the machinery to adjust the heavy device. A fourth plank ran from the center to the top and provided an attachment point for a collar, as well as an often necessary headrest. With a few buttons the entire device could be moved into any position she desired - horizontal, face up or face down, vertical, or completely upside down. It was one of her most well loved and used implements and James was quite familiar with all of its wicked applications.
With a small flick of her finger, he moved to the device and stood pressed back against it, arms and legs spread wide, ready for the ties. She tightened the leather buckles with ease, first around his ankles - slowly and sensuously sliding her hands up his muscular calves and thighs - then around his wrists, running her hands over his tense arm muscles.
She stepped back and surveyed his state. Her bound Adonis, tense but not straining against his bindings, the unbridled lust in his eyes matched by the hard, straining swell of his cock. She stripped off her dress slowly revealing nothing but her own deliciously curved body beneath. The hourglass of her hips swayed as she shuffled her dress to the ground and stepped out of it. Plucking a remote from a nearby table she repositioned the cross so that James lay horizontal at the level of her knees. She pulled on a long pair of black vinyl gloves and oiled her hands slowly with lube.
Without speaking she straddled his face just out of reach, giving him an unhindered view. She slipped one gloved finger through the folds of her sex, spreading and toying with it, rubbing the nub of her clitoris and feeling it swell. With the other hand, she encircled his cock and began slowly stroking up and down its length. She groaned for his benefit as she masturbated the both of them, moving both hands in the same slow rhythm. She could hear a soft, pleading whine from low in his throat as he watched her push two fingers inside herself and began to speed up the motions of both hands.
"Do you want a taste, darling?" She asked in a tone as sweet as sugar.
"Yes, Mistress... May I please taste you?" He answered obediently.
She lowered herself until she was sitting on his face and began to grind her hips. Her juices combined with the lube smeared over his face as he lapped at her with his tongue and sucked on her clit. The hand wrapped around his cock began to move at a frantic pace, driving him to the edge as she smothered him with her sex. She moaned as she used his mouth to bring her toward her own orgasm and as he reached the brink of his she relinquished her grip on his cock, denying him his release as she shuddered through hers. Her hips bucked wildly against his face and she could feel him straining for air beneath her. When at last her pleasure subsided she stood and he took gasping breaths to fill his lungs.
