She walks through the door with him hand in hand, and he turns to kiss her gently, a wicked glint in his eye, as she moves closer towards him and presses herself against him.
They move to the couch and sit down, he leans over and kisses her again. She feels him hard on her leg through his jeans, and moves her leg up to press against him. He moans quietly and pushes his hips down, grinding himself onto her, all the time his tongue playing with her own.
He pulls away and looks at her. She is already breathless and flushed, nervous knowing what she is going to do and what she has agreed to, excited by the prospect of doing something that she has only ever fantasized about in the past. He takes her hand and asks her if she is sure about this, that it is not too late to back out if she has changed her mind. She shakes her head and smiles, telling him she is ready and wants to do it, as he turns towards the bedroom.
Walking down the corridor, she thinks she hears voices but she is not sure, she shrugs and carries on walking. He takes her into the bedroom and through another door into a smaller den. He turns to her and kisses her, telling her not to worry and if at any point she wants to stop she only has to say the word, that he will not hurt her and to trust him.
She smiles and tells him she does trust him not to hurt her, he unbuttons her dress and lets it slip to the floor, her breasts are already bare and her nipples start hardening. He bends back to her and kisses her throat, her head goes back and a moan leaves her throat, he kisses it as it moves up her. His hands move over her body as her own get entangled in his, moving down and unbuttoning his shirt and moving down to undo his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He steps out of them, kicking them out of the way as she bends to pick up her own dress. He bends over her back as she stoops and kisses her spine, she sighs and turns as she stands, arching her back like a cat.
He reaches across and picks up a tie from his desk, tying it around one of her wrists. He raises her arms and passes it through a loop hanging from the ceiling, tying her other wrist with the other end, pulling it and making sure that although she is well tied, it will not hurt her. He leans forward and kisses her, telling her he will see her later as he ties a blindfold around her eyes, then runs his fingers down her stomach, running them around the top of her blood-red panties. He whispers that he will be back in a minute and she hears him walk across the room and out of the door.
She waits patiently, her arms starting to ache. All of a sudden she hears the door open again. Her thoughts have been on what is to happen and he smiles as he looks at her, his eyes travelling up her body from her toes, stopping at her pussy and the dark patch wet on her panties. He moves toward her and she stands up straight, hearing his feet tread softly towards her. Her hearing goes into overdrive as she strains to hear what is going on in the room, convincing herself that she can hear someone else. She calls his name, a shake in her voice and she feels his breath by her ear.
"Shhhh everything is fine," he tells her.
She relaxes again at the sound of his voice, and feels his hands run down her back, pulling her panties down over her hips, kissing her butt as he moves, she lifts her feet to take her panties off and feels his hands running over the backs of her legs. She draws her breath in suddenly as she feels a second pair of hands on her breasts, rolling her nipples, the fingers unknown to her. She calls again and asks who is there, no one replies and her calls are quietened by a pair of lips on hers, a tongue slides into her mouth and she responds, slowly and nervously, her libido betraying her fears.
She starts to respond, both pairs of hands over her, and moans as she feels her legs being opened and fingers moving over her pussy. One hand enters from behind her as a second slides in from the front.
She moans as she feels two fingers slide deep into her wet cunt, and, knowing that the fingers do not belong to the same hand makes her even wetter. She feels the tops of her thighs dampen, as the fingers slide in and out, over and over, making her moan loudly and arch her back, her legs lifting, and her hips quivering as she grinds herself into the hands that fill her. Suddenly the hands are gone, the absence is shocking.
He moves across the room and sits down, nodding to the other one. The other person moves in and latches onto one of her nipples, sucking it hard, then moving across to the other one and paying attention to that. The mouth then moves down to her stomach and she groans as she feels it, pushing herself towards it. As they move down to her cunt she feels hands lifting her legs onto shoulders as the mouth moves in and a tongue licks her. Her hips lift up and grind into the face in front of her and she feels the bristles on the chin and knows that it is a man – but which one?