Her voice sounded funny to her own ears as she mumbled nervously "Hello? Are you still there?"
She had known that they would wind up naked and intertwined before the night was out; however, it was not going exactly as she had anticipated. For one, her partner was being uncharacteristically silent. For another, she was used to being in charge of the situation, of making the decisions, because that is the image she presented to the world: strong and in charge; she was definitely not that, at the moment. Perhaps the biggest indication that things were not going normally was the fact that she could not see anything.
The blindfold was a new experience for her, as was her partner's lack of communication. She thought she still felt his presence behind her as she knelt on the bed, his weight causing her to lean slightly backward, but she couldn't be sure. The sound of the music throbbing from the speakers masked his breathing, leaving her with... nothing, really.
Her arms were extended, her hands gripping the headboard of the bed as she knelt facing the wall. She knew she was at the headboard only because she felt the pillows under her knees; he had guided her to this place after taking her eyesight, his gentle hands maneuvering her into this position. She had felt the bite of the leather as it went around her wrists, another new experience; now she couldn't move her hands or arms at all, her arms spread wide to reach both ends of the headboard where they were secured.
She'd always known that her partner was what she called "a little kinky." The truth was, she was the same way. She was already damp from being bound and blinded, and trembled slightly in anticipation of what could be coming her way. The way he had pulled her clothes off of her after removing her vision had turned her on as well.
She was turned so inward, mentally, that the shock of his hand striking her ass, hard, made her choke out a sound midway between a yell of indignation and a moan of pleasure. His hand gripped her ass hard, squeezing, his hand holding the rapidly reddening cheek perfectly. She squirmed a little, trying to ease the pressure of his fingers as they poked into her bare flesh; the reward for this small show of disobedience was a stinging slap on the other cheek, eliciting another cry/moan from deep inside her. His hands now fully cupping her ass, squeezing hard as she tried to remain still. She sighed slightly as both hands released, then yelled again in shock and pain as his hands returned, hard, stinging both cheeks, then quickly retreated and slapped again; and then again, leaving her gasping, kneeling up as high as she could, as if to escape him, only to be foiled by her immobile wrists, her fingers squeezing hard on the wood of the headboard. Again he spanked her, and then again; as she prepared for the next stroke, she was surprised as it didn't happen; she paused, as if frozen in time, waiting for the next impact, her breath coming fast, her chest heaving. She stiffened as his fingertips touched her throbbing flesh, then relaxed a little as he gently caressed the areas he had subjected to his forceful slaps.
She tried to speak, but only managed a syllable before his finger was at her lips, silencing her. Her mouth closed, and he gently forced his finger inside her mouth. She sucked it in and caressed it with her tongue, gently at first, then harder, using his finger as a substitute for the thing she really wanted to be in her mouth. As she got into it, he gripped her ass harder as he caressed her. Teasingly, testingly, she bit his finger softly and received a not-too-gentle smack on the ass in return that sent a shiver up her spine. She bit harder; he smacked her harder and she gasped around the finger in her mouth. His finger stayed in her mouth for a few seconds, almost daring her to bite again; she didn't have the nerve to do it right then, thinking that she should save some fight for later. His finger withdrew from her mouth, and she waited.
She felt his fingers wind through her hair, and sighed, relaxing and kneeling down a little, loving the luxuriousness of his touch there, something he did often for her. She could feel him close behind her now, both hands entangled in her mane. She had a moment to wonder what was up as a fist closed in her hair, then had to obey as he used the clenched hair to pull her head to one side, promising pain if she refused, delivering hardly any when she concurred. His teeth met her flesh on the bared side of her neck, biting softly, gently chewing on her flesh as he moved down toward her shoulder. As an afterthought she noticed his hand on her stomach; all of her attention was focused on his hand in her hair and his teeth, now climbing back up her neck. Her back arched as he pulled slightly more on her hair, her hands no longer gripping the headboard but fingers splayed wide as she was pulled backward, her wrists straining against the straps that held them. He heard his breath in her ear, then his teeth and tongue were working at her earlobe, then darting into the more sensitive regions of her ear, causing her world to go white for several seconds as her senses overwhelmed her mind.