"It has been a rough day", I tell her as I draw her a hot bath, I offer my hand, asking her to climb out of her robe and into the tub. Steam rises from the water and the smell of lavender from the bubble bath fills the room.
As she takes off her robe, she turns away from me slightly, allowing me to study the shape of her body. My eyes following the curve of her hip to her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. She stretches slightly, elongating her torso and exposing her perfect profile. I drink it in as fast as I can, knowing she will soon turn towards me and catch me looking.
My penis feels the familiar first throb. Anticipation of the events yet to come.
She catches me looking, and as our eyes lock, I can tell we're both anticipating the night's events. I blush. She beams with pride and takes my hand.
She lowers herself into the water and I watch parts of her disappear under the layer of bubbles. Her feet, her calves, her thighs and ass disappear in an instant but she slows as her torso hits the water. The complexion of her skin against the stark white bubbles keeps drawing my eyes in. She settles into the tub, her perfect breasts fall just below the water line leaving me with the beauty of her face and the bareness of her shoulders.
Blood that had been diverted to my pending erection slowed and my thoughts turned back to her.
***
She smiles and closes her eyes, the heat of the water has already worked its magic and she knows she will be limber for the events yet to come.
He always treats her like royalty when he had a bad day. She never fully understood, and the one time she pressed for an answer, all he would say is, "Treat others as you would want to be treated."
She knows she only has moments to ask questions about his day before he circles behind her, to the head of the claw-foot tub and begins to massage her shoulders.
"Tell me about your..." she was too late, his hands had already landed on her shoulders. Her mind and body relax with his touch. Each touch deliberate and caring, eliciting moans of pleasure from her.
She knows the moans will turn to screams as his hands become less caring. But for now, she lays back and enjoys his gentle touch.
***
After the massage I take the washcloth and gently bathe her body. I desperately want to jump ahead, go right to the bedroom and bury my manhood deep inside her. The massage, and her moans always makes me hard.
But I am determined to show restraint. The harder the day, the more focus i put into pleasing her. She is my reason for fighting.
I have wanted to give up and say fuck it so many times, but it was the thought her beauty, inside and out, that always pulled me through. And today had been a truly hard day.
As the water cools and the bubbles fade, we pull the plug and the water begins to swirl down the drain. She stands, pockets of soapy bubbles stick to her, the only thing between her and full nakedness. She takes my hand and steps out of the tub and I proceed to dry her off, inch by inch. She raises her arms above her head, exposing her torso, the position where I find the woman form its most exotic and vulnerable. I know she is testing me, she's ready to cum too.
"Not yet, my beauty," I tell her as I continued to dry her body. I saved the trickiest part for last, her inner thighs. This presented two problems, one, the heat and wetness built up in anticipation made it difficult to focus; second, she had been known to clamp down on my hand and take control of the situation before. I was determined to not let the latter happen.
She was well behaved and spread her legs to allow me to complete the immediate task in front of me. I took a deep breath, my body was rushing towards an orgasm that my mind wanted to wait for.
I hung up the towel and we head towards the bedroom.
***
She never knows what is next with him. The only part of the routine that remains the same is the bath and massage. From here forward he does a great job of keeping her guessing. She found herself wondering what it would be tonight, her pussy aching for attention, begging to be put to use. She could feel her nipples hardening as she thought about her pussy. She was definitely ready to cum.
He lead her down the hall. Tonight's surprise her vision was quickly rendered useless as a hood covered her head. The only opening around her mouth and nylon over her nose for breathing. Hearing muffled, and completely unable to see.
She hadn't really caught on before, but this was part of the routine too. Not blindfolds alone, but always removing one of her senses to enhance the others. She thought about the last time, when he put her noise canceling headphones and a washcloth over her eyes.
When the magic wand hit her body, she had no idea it was coming, the orgasm that followed caused her to bite her tongue. Pain with her pleasure.
She felt the wetness run down her inner thigh.
This mask was a new sensation, she found herself wondering briefly where he would have bought it until she felt the first of the loops go around her wrists. She would be without a few senses tonight.
***
I began working more swiftly, wanting to turn the moans a few short moments ago back into full fledged screams. I too was thinking about the wand and how much she had enjoyed it. What I hadn't thought through was her ability to escape. I was determined to give her an experience she would not soon forget nor that she could escape from.
I tightened the ropes around her wrists and lowered her into the bed. I looped the knots from her wrist through my belt and tied the belt to the headboard. She was now fully naked with her hands bound above her head and unable to see. The trust she had in him was her most sexy quality.
I took a moment to soak it in. Her beauty grows day by day. Her dark areolas rise and fall with her rhythmic breathing. The anticipation starts to grow. Pre-cum has announced my intentions, but I continue to restrain myself.
I start by lying on top of her, chest to chest, hip to hip, pressing the air out of her lungs. I lift myself off her chest allowing her lungs to fill back up with air, sneaking a quick kiss to her breast as it rises towards me. Her arms are unable to direct me but I can tell she wants more.
I deny her, and instead slide my hips down, pinning her legs flat into the bed, my head even with her breasts. My penis craving for entry into her sweet pussy, but having to rest uncomfortably between her thighs and knees. I reach my arms up and wrap them around her. I pull my arms back lightly scratching the back sides of her arms, shooting goosebumps across her body. I pause and use my hands to caress the sides of her breasts. She arches, longing for more.
I run my hands between her breasts and up each side of her neck. I gently place my thumbs against her throat, letting her know I am in control at the moment. She moans as she drives her hips into me.
She knows my weakness, to feel wanted, to feel desired. I need to act quickly or I will cum in her lap.