She lay quietly on her back with her eyes close breathing in the cool air. It wouldn't help her to open her eyes anyway, he had seen to that with the blindfold, securely attached so that no light would be available to her. She shifted slightly, feeling the soft fabric cuffs pull against her wrists. He hands were bound above her head around the slats in the headboard. They did not restrict her movement completely and she could shift to gain leverage or twist to either side but she could only reach as far down as her shoulders with either hand. Her legs were similarly bound though there they were bound apart and he could restrain them a bit more. He had demonstrated it all to her so she would know the limitations she would have to endure before she decided. At the time she had been unsure, but she was curious and liked their experimentation so she agreed anyway. The final piece were the headphones which sat on her ears playing a quiet symphony of some sort, it was not her taste in music but it was relaxing and just loud enough to drown out anything from the outside. In short, she was sensory deprived of both sight and sound, and tied to a bed, naked.
The air around her was cool, but not cold. There was motion to it, probably from the fan in the corner of the room. Once in a while a draft of air would run across her and make her skin react but it was not uncomfortable. If anything it was highly stimulating, she had no concept of time because the music had no discernable beginning or end, so she was left to focus on how the air moved against her body. She felt another draft and felt her skin react with tiny goosebumps, the sensation traveled through her body and she felt it reach her nipples making them hard. The sensation of her nipples getting hard, tightened her body slightly and from this she became aroused and felt her vagina become wet. She marveled at his talent, he had done nothing but tie her into position and she was already turned on and wet. Very wet, she thought, as she felt a drop of her juices drip from her slit, down her ass to the bed. She began to doubt if she could hold out on her claim.
When he had told her that by the time he was done with her she would be begging him to cum inside her she had laughed, thinking it was just his bravado. But when his expression didn't change she was taken a bit back. This was a bold claim from him and something in her stirred to challenge it. She wasn't so proud to make some claim about not having an orgasm at all. She knew that she would probably have several, because he knew all her buttons, but to have her beg for him to cum inside her, something that they had never done before, something they had been so careful about. She had challenged it and he had just smiled. He then gave her a kiss and told her to get undressed. She now wondered how it would feel in her present state to have his hot cum inside her, and she knew that this was part of his plan.
The air shifted again bringing her back as another drip ran down her ass. How long had it been since he left her like this? She didn't know and couldn't know. She thought about taking a peak. He left her enough slack to do so, but she quickly pushed the thought away. She would see this through to end no matter what. Her conquering of the momentary doubt was rewarded, it seemed, as she felt pressure elsewhere on the bed. Her pussy gushed a few more drops in anticipation of whatever was coming.
His first touch was across the top of her left foot. It brushed lightly up her leg, and about the time it got to her knee she realized it was the back of his hand that he was using. The knuckles and the tops of his nails dragging ever so lightly across her skin. They were cooler than the room so the sensation sent goosebumps wherever his touch went. This made her nipples harder and now had a steady drip flowing from her. He ran his hand this way over every inch of her exposed front very slowly, and then he started over again. He did this several times, she didn't count, focused instead on the sensation and the growing wet spot on the bed. Then his hand was gone, as was the pressure on the bed. She panicked a bit inside, but reassured herself that this could not be all that he had planned. Again, she was rewarded by pressure on the bed, but this time from the foot.
He crawled up between her legs, which she had left slightly apart, and over her. She could feel his jeans against her thighs as he hovered over her. The fact that he was still dressed turned her on a bit more for some reason. He hovered there for a long time. She assumed he was looking her over taking in the sight of her body. He always said he loved to look at her naked. He was not close enough that she could feel his breath, but the warmth from where his knees sat spread along her thighs to her slit making it even more wet.
The first kiss caught her off guard. It was light and warm against her collar bone. She almost yelped in surprise. The second was right next to it, a little longer, she could feel the hair on his face against her skin, the warmth of his skin under it. The third kiss was next to that. The kisses continued out to her shoulder and then he kissed the other side. His kisses continued down her chest and across her breast. At each nipple he stopped and took it into his warm mouth, sucking slightly until it was warm and soft again. Each time she had another gush and trickle from her slit. He kissed down her stomach kissing every inch of it and then down each thigh. Then he kissed right above her bare soaking sex. She groaned at this without thinking and in his next kiss she could feel his smile. He pushed her legs apart a bit more and kissed the inside of her thighs to the point where she could feel his facial hair brush against the lips of her pussy. Her breath was ragged she now noticed, she was so worked up she was breathing hard and all he had done was touch and kiss her. The thoughts vanished as he licked across her slit. Even warmer against it she moaned at his tongue strokes. Her legs lifted and he let her rest them on his back against his t-shirt as he kissed and sucked each lip, getting a new moan each time. He tortured her by kissing everything around her clit over and over. A steady stream of her juices was puddling under her mixed with the moisture he was adding.
Finally, he touched her clit and she came. Gushing, as he licked her clit, sucked it, bit it lightly. She dug her heels into his back forcing him into her. His facial hair tickled her thighs and he brought her to another wave of climax increasing the pleasure with each movement he made across her clit. She was moaning and swearing, she could hear it in her head but not in her ears. She rode each wave out and finally came down from her euphoria, to feel him sliding out from under her legs and off the bed. Her head was swimming and organizing thoughts was not working. She felt pressure on the bed next to her and then felt his hand in her hair. He guided her onto her side near the edge of the bed, and then she felt it hit her lips.
She knew exactly what it was and she licked it willingly, tasting his precum. He shifted forward and she let him enter her mouth. Without use of her hands she could only let him do what he wanted, but he was kind, this was not some violent porn moment. She let him slowly fuck her mouth, sucking and releasing appropriately, then she got an idea. On his next thrust she moved forward deep-throating him. The reaction was a sustained thrust for a couple of seconds, then his hand fell away from her hair and she took over bobbing her head on his cock. She alternated short and medium strokes, then would occasionally let him back in deep. She pleasured his member in a way that she knew only she could. He signaled her he was close but returning his hand to her hair. His thrusts got more desperate and he tightened his grip pushing forward so she would allow him in as he shot his load. It felt warm pouring down her throat and once he was finished he removed his cock and kissed her long and hard.