I know finding me in your bed when you come home after a trip away is your favorite thing so I can't resist giving it to you. I hear your heavy footfalls in the hallway moving towards your bedroom and I look up to greet you. Your face lights up as you turn the corner around the door frame. You don't say a word, but instead drop your bag and walk straight for the bed and crawl across the clean blankets to me. I pick my knitting up as you move to put your head in my lap.
"Welcome home, baby," I purr. Your only response is to turn your face down and tangle your fingers into the blankets around my waist.
"Glad to be home?" I ask and you nod against my body. I reach down and run my hands through your hair and trace along your sideburns. I give them a vicious little tug and smile at your tight grunt. "I missed you."
You respond by tightening your grip on me and taking a deep breath. I indulge you by sitting still and stroking you gently until I hear your breathing start to become deep and even.
"Stand up, sweet boy," I order gently. "Get undressed for me."
You move to stand swiftly but with a trace of reluctance. You kick off your shoes first and move to quickly shrug off your leather jacket. Your hands are moving fast, eager to be bare beneath my scorching gaze.
"Slowly," I breathe gathering the long, thin piece I had been knitting when you walked in and leaning back against the pillows. I move my hands along the soft yarn and lick my lips as a cocky smile blooms across your mouth. You take your time removing the rest of your clothing. You keep your eyes locked to mine throughout.
I motion for you to sit at the head of the bed with your back to the tall headboard. I straddle you and you smile, expecting me to lean in and kiss you. Instead I take both your hands and hold them high above your head and bind them to the frame with the yarn I had been toying with earlier. You look on with excitement as I finish tying the knots and leave you helpless. I reach behind me to grab your discarded scarf. A questioning look greets me when I turn back to face you. I move up to tie the cloth over your eyes as a blindfold. Your mouth moves to protest but I put my fingers to your lips.
"Shhh," I croon. "Tonight I want to look at you for awhile. All you have to do is let me." I ease back off your lap and rest my palm against your chest. I press into you gently and you comply by lying back and letting your arms go taut against the restraints. You look delicious and tense. Bound. I moan in appreciation. My body has begun to hum with need.
"You've been gone so long, baby. I just want to stare at you." I begin to move my hands over my body as I settle myself at the opposite end of the bed. You hear the gentle rustling of cloth against my skin and exhale quickly at the sounds of breathy pleasure I'm making. "Spread those legs for me a bit more. That's it, bend those knees a little," I instruct and you comply willingly.
"Oh god, baby," I whine. "I've missed that perfect cock." I gasp quietly, pinching my nipples through the soft cotton of my t-shirt. You're already getting hard without a single stroke or touch. I can't help but bite my lip, hard, trying to resist the urge to reach out and touch you.
"You were such a bad boy, leaving me alone for so long," I whimper between breathy little pants. "You deserve to be punished. Would you like that, sweet?"