As you step below you see me start the stove in the galley. I open the cooler and take out some strawberries and a bottle of champagne. I place the champagne in a bucket of ice and place two champagne flutes upside down in the bucket as well. From the basket I remove a large block of dark chocolate. I start a pot of water boiling and start shaving the chocolate. "Is there anything I can do?" you ask as you wrap a fleece blanket around you.
"Nothing at the moment love," I reply. "I'm just going to make some chocolate covered strawberries. They go good with the champagne. We'll have them after."
"After what?"
I just smile. I add the chocolate to a glass bowl and place the bowl over the boiling water, melting it. When it is melted, I dip the strawberries in the chocolate, and you come over to help. You find that the chocolate is terribly hot, but not hot enough to burn. We dip all of the strawberries and place them on parchment paper to cool.
"You melted too much chocolate. What are you going to do with the rest of it?" you ask.
I just look at you and smile.
I lead you over to a cushioned seat by the table. You sit in it, the fabric feeling smooth and slightly cool and damp against your naked skin. I remove the chocolate from the double boiler and bring it over to the table. I say nothing, letting the chocolate cool a little. As it cools I lean over and kiss you deeply.
"Close your eyes," I say.
"Why?"
"Just close them."
You do as I say and close your eyes. You feel a velvet blindfold covering your eyes. Next, you feel velvet around your wrist, and you try to pull away, I won't let you pull away and you find your wrists tied to the chair. I release the back of the chair, and you feel yourself lowered into a laying position, your feet still on the floor, but you are totally helpless. Suddenly you feel an almost painful heat dripping on your left breast. Drip.... drip.... drip.... each drip almost painful, but not quite. You struggle against your bonds as I drip the chocolate on your right nipple.... Drip.... drip.... drip... you can feel my tongue lick the chocolate from your nipples and they stand up for me again. I can feel you struggle against the velvet ropes, and I smile.