He was the Vitruvian Man, or at least he felt like it. His arms and legs were stretched out and bound with silks. He woke up from the dream of being trapped in a Da Vinci sketch to find himself actually trapped. Looking around the room with a frown he saw her sitting on a chair in the corner. She was a vision in black and his frown was instantly replaced with a growl of approval. She was wearing a lace bustier, stockings and patent leather stilettos that created a lovely contrast against her pale, flawless skin. When she stood, he saw she wore nothing else, the rest of her body bare and he became aroused at the sight of her naked flesh.
She slowly walked to the bed saying nothing. The only sound made was the clicking of her heels on the hardwood floor. As she made her way to him, her eyes never left his face; her stare direct, confident, dominant. He knew not by the silk bindings holding him in place that she was in charge, but by the look she gave him. The look that said everything that happened between them in this moment was because she willed it to be so. She stood at the foot of the bed, hands on hips looking down at him.
With a grin and raised eyebrow, she knelt on the edge of the bed and ran her fingertips over the tops of his feet. The slight scrape of her nails on his skin made him shiver. Her gaze never leaving his, she leaned down and ran her tongue over the top of his right foot down to his ankle. He felt her teeth nip at his tender flesh and the muscles of his calves tightened in response. As her fingertips traveled up his legs, so did her mouth, her lips leaving a trail of kisses, her tongue exploring. She was taking her time in making her way up his body, savoring every inch.
When she reached his knees, she placed a kiss on each cap and massaged the backs. She nipped at the insides of his knees, and he gasped at the sensations she created. Warmth radiated throughout his body as she moved from her careful ministrations at his knees to travel up his thighs. Alternating between kisses and gentle nips at his flesh, her attentions were making him more and more aroused.
The feel of her hot breath against his skin as she moved upward increased his yearning. When she reached the juncture of his thighs, she ran her tongue over his hip. His breath caught as he watched her move over him, coming so close to where he ultimately wanted her mouth. He groaned when she moved away, her tongue running over his stomach. She bit at his side, not gentle this time, the pain mixed with pleasure. His arousal pulsed with his need for her.
She moved to position her body over his, straddling his chest. He felt her naked flesh and closed his eyes to revel in the feel of her heat. He strained at the silks holding him captive. He longed to stroke her soft skin, to run his hands over her body but she refused to release him. She was not finished with him yet. In fact she had only just begun. Leaning on her hands she let her body press against his. Her breasts covered in lace from her bustier drove him mad. He wanted nothing more than to feel her hardened nipples against his chest or better yet to have them in his mouth.
Her lips went to his neck, her teeth once again grazing his flesh just moments before she bit his shoulder. He relished the pain that radiated from the wound. She had not broken the skin but he could see the red marks left by her teeth. He growled as she ran her tongue over his shoulder where her teeth had just been. She made a trail up his neck stopping to kiss and nip along the way. Reaching his ear, she ran her tongue along the outer shell then gently grazed his lobe with her teeth. Just before she moved away she whispered softly in his ear, instructions perhaps but whatever her words, he smiled and growled his acquiescence.
