He knew that by telling her, rather than surprising her, he would increase her sense of anticipation.
He could hear her slight increase in breathing, and the way she squirmed in her seat, told him she was already aroused.
Gods it would have been so easy to just pull over somewhere and reach over to touch her, to bring her to fulfilment here and now, but he kept his attention on the road, and the traffic around him, savouring these moments before.
His apartment was a top floor apartment, and the six floors elevator ride up, was completed in total silence, with Dean's hand resting lightly on her back.
His apartment was a simple affair, with tiled floors and muted décor.
The living room sofa was a deep leather three-seater, with a couple of separate armchairs to go with it, which she caught a fleeting glimpse of as they sailed by.
Dean led her straight past the living area -- straight through to his bedroom, complete with the aforementioned bed, and the hinted at chains and cuffs.
Shelly looked in awe at the setting in front of her, right out of one her deepest, darkest fantasies.
He helped her to take off her coat, and then threw it across to land on a chair. He decided not to delay things with pointless conversation, but to begin what he hoped would be a night for them both to remember.
"Take off your shoes."
She allowed them to slip off a little and then kicked each of them to the side -- out of the way.
She curled her toes into the thick carpet -- the only carpet in his apartment.
Then he walked around her a couple of times, studying her from all angles.
"Why do you insist on torturing your hair like that? Let it down -- let it free."
She took out the two pins, and her hair tumbled around her shoulders, and down her back.
"Very nicely done," he complemented as he took a length of it and ran it through his fingers loving how soft and silky it felt.
She was shaking he suddenly realised, but as he looked into her smoky blue eyes, he could see she was shaking from excitement, from arousal.
"I think we need to strip things down a bit," he murmured huskily into her ear as he circled her again, and Shelly whimpered.
"You're so hot my lovely, perhaps you need to cool off... to shed some of your day's burdens some of your day's attire."
He came up behind her and pulled her hard against him, and then his hands went to the button on her trousers.
"Here, let me help."
Shelly had often fantasised about steamy encounters like this. Of a dominant man coming along and taking control, of playing with her any way he wished.
Always before her shadowy faceless seducer would use her and torment her until they both reached fulfilment.
Now she knew that the shadowy seducer would no longer be faceless. Dean was everything she had fantasised about -- and more.
His breath felt hot on the back of her neck as he released her trousers and allowed them to fall around her feet.
She gave a little squeal of surprise, when he suddenly lifted her up, and out of them.
He held her against the length of him, seemingly with no effort at all, as one hand cupped her breast.
"Ssh, my lovely, when you squeal like that it makes my blood boil; it fills me with all sort of unwholesome urges.
He allowed her to slide down then, slowly so that she landed gently on her feet, but not before feeling every inch of the length of him.
He walked around her again and stopped in front her.
She was smouldering.
Her hair hung around her face in disarray, her eyes glistened, and her cheeks were pink with heat. Her blouse hung down to the top of her thighs but left her shapely legs on full display.
Dean knew that things just did not get any better than this.
He realised then that Shelly was the one, the one he wanted for the rest of his life.
Now all he had to do was convince her of that!
He stood in front of her again, and she sucked in a breath when he suddenly reached out and started to flick open the buttons on her blouse.
As he came to the last one, he allowed the blouse to simply drape, and Shelly found that she was holding her breath -- waiting.
"You really are so beautiful," he murmured huskily. "I could keep you here forever,"
'Oh yes please!' the thought went through her head, and with a jolt she realised that she was falling right into her old trap... love -- it must always end in love everlasting -- and of course it never did; she knew that it didn't exist!
She lifted her chin defiantly. "Tonight. You can keep me here tonight -- do with me what you will, but if you want more then you will have to persuade me!"
His slow smile was pure wickedness. "Oh baby -- two of the most beautiful sentences that I have ever heard!"
He slid the blouse from her shoulders allowing it to follow the rest of her outfit -- to the floor.
Then he swung her up into his arms and strode to the bed where he placed her right in the middle.
He followed her down and began to kiss and caress her.
His lips and hands were everywhere all at once, and her skin tingled and burned in their wake.
Very quickly he disposed of her lacy underwear, and she was startled to find that she was naked. Then she was disconcerted because he was still fully dressed and showed no apparent inclination in changing that.
"This is so not fair!" she mumbled against his lips.
Her hands went to his top as she tried to tug it up.
"NO!" he suddenly snapped.
He pinned her hands down onto the bed.
She pouted at him as she squirmed beneath him. "But it's not fair!" she said again.
He gave her another slow smile. "You never said anything about playing fair... you just challenged me to persuade you -- in fact you said that I could do whatever I wanted with you."
She arched up a little and pouted again.
"So, what
do
you plan to do with me?"
He released her hands and rested over her though not on her, and slowly trailed a finger in the valley of her breast, and down to her midriff.
"Well, that depends," he said huskily. "Do you want it with the chains or without?"
She bit her lip and he realised that she was nervous.
"Well, I don't know, I have never been restrained like that before," she said doubtfully. "Even though I am sure you have used these more than once on other... interludes?"
He grinned. "Nope!"
"No?"
"I purchased this little lot on my way to work this morning, actually," he told her a little bashfully. "After I dropped you off, I passed this shop and... well I thought -- hoped you might be game, I spent the morning fantasising about you here like this until the point where I could barely function, so I came home for my lunch and set this all up, but to tell you the truth, Shelly; I have never done anything quite like this before either."
Shelly giggled suddenly. "So, we are two little virgins together, sharing this new experience -- together.
He sucked in a breath and tried to reign in his excitement. "So, you want to play then?" he asked her hopefully.
She hesitated for a moment, and then she nodded as she held up her wrist. "Yes please," she whispered.
He took her hand and kissed the palm, and then her wrist, and then her arm, and then he slowly and gently took it over her head and snapped the cuff into place.
He moved across and repeated the process with her other hand, and then he moved down the bed, he kissed her inner thigh, her inner knee, and calf and then his slowly and gently snapped the ankle cuff on.
He moved across and repeated the process with her other ankle.
So now Shelly was shackled spread-eagled to Dean's bed and she waited breathlessly for his next move.
He sat on the edge of the bed as he looked her over lustfully.
"Now my mission for tonight is to convince you to come back again," he murmured as he stroked his fingers gently down her body again.
'As if she would ever stay away!' the thought came and went, and he continued to talk.
"You are so soft, so lovely, Shelly." he murmured almost to himself, as though he was becoming mesmerised by her.
"I'm not convinced yet though," she challenged as he seemed to just lose himself in looking and touching.
"Ahh," he smiled slowly again and his eyes glistened with excitement. "These chains and things are not the only items I purchased today. In fact, the shopkeeper was so impressed with the quantity of my purchases that she gave me a discount and several free gifts -- including a lot of rechargeable batteries!"
He fumbled around in a box for a moment and then his hand came out with something pink and buzzing on his index finger.
Shelly's eyes dilated and she shivered all over with her first orgasm, before he even touched her, and Dean laughed softly with delight.
"Ah baby, you are going to pass cloud nine, and go straight on to heaven tonight -- and linger there for a while I think!"
Chapter Fourteen
He moved onto the bed and began to stroke his vibrating silicone finger thing across her skin, first he trailed it lightly down the side of her neck, and she felt a delicious tingling sensation.
"Hmmm," she mumbled licking her top lip.
Then he trailed it across her shoulder, and over the curve of her breast.
Shelly quivered in response. "Ohhh," she gasped closing her eyes briefly.
He travelled in the valley of her breast, but then suddenly came up again and held it lightly on her nipple.
"Oh!" her eyes shot open and she arched up sharply.
"You like that baby?" Dean crooned as he moved it across to the other nipple, whilst he leaned in and began to suckle on the first.
"Oh.... yes!"
He stopped suckling and moved the pink finger thing down through the valley of her breast again, and then he stroked further down, over her navel that caused another gasp and twitch and then carried down, across her stomach and then down further, he skimmed across her pale fuzz and then dipped between.
"Ohhhhh!" she bolted up only to be pulled back down by the restraints.
