You crack the bathroom door open, a sliver of light spills into the dimly lit bedroom. A puff of steamy air escapes and intensifies the silhouette of my near-naked body. Having just showered, you wear only two bath towels; one towel is knotted around your head, wicking the moisture from your long, luscious locks of hair. The other wraps around your abdomen, strategically positioned to cover all of your naughtiest bits.
I admire the precision it takes to wrap towels like you have. Your head towel stays firmly in place as you bend over your dresser, searching for what clothes to put on. Your body's towel is perfectly measured, it sits exactly low enough to show a respectable woman's amount of cleavage, yet is high enough to hint the possibility of something scandalous. You glance at my shirtless chest, but quickly look away when you see me admiring your handiwork.
"Hey. Come here," I say as you continue the search for some comfortable clothes.
"No. I can't. I still have to get some work done before morning. I'm the only one there tomorrow," you respond.
"Just for a minute?" I ask.
I scoot across the bed and wrap my around your waist. I guide you to sit on my lap. I reach my hand up and gently push your cheek to my soft lips. My kiss is sweet and playful. I rotate your head give your lips a quick peck before you turn away again.
"I have things that I need to..."
I interrupt with nibbles on the back of your neck. Each nibble ends with a buzzy kiss, the vibrations traveling down your spine and down into your toes. Your arms shiver as you take in a deep breath. I can see the conflict in you.
"Just be with me," I plead.
You exhale a long, slow, deliberate breath. You have trouble remembering what work you needed done and allow me to guide your body down on the bed. I attend your side, running my fingers over your body and your towel. You close your eyes and arch your back, stretching your your arms and legs. Your extension causes a little more of cleavage to peep out from under the towel.
"You take on too much responsibility. Let the others at work deal with it for once. You do not always need to be in control," I remind you.
You open your eyes and glare at me. You know that none of the other people at work care about the project. Without you taking the initiative, you know that nothing will get done. You turn away and stare at the bedroom wall. The lamp from the other side of the room casts a dim shadow of our two bodies laying down. I nibble the back of your neck again while I think of the surprise that I have prepared for you.
"You do not always need to be in control," I reiterate. I reach under the bed covers and pull out a soft wrist restraint I strap to your right wrist, anchoring it on top of the mattress. You lay on your back, looking at me with confusion. I ignore explanation for now and move swiftly to cuff your left wrist, and then each of your ankles before you protest.
"What are you doing?" you finally ask.
I place my head directly above yours and look into your eyes. I say nothing and nuzzle your head to the side and kiss your neck three times down its length. Each kiss buzzes your skin and you reward me with a tiny moan.
"Would you like me to keep going?" I ask.
"Mmmm."
I nuzzle your head in the other direction and kiss down the other side of your neck three times. But instead of moaning, you take a deep breath.
"Wouldn't you enjoy just letting me be in control?" I ask innocently.
"Mmmhmm."
I continue to kiss diagonal lines down your neck and to the top of your breasts. I hold your restrained hand with mine. I double-check the restraint and find it secure to my satisfaction. I do not want you to wiggle out of the trap I've laid.
I move my mouth closer to yours, and you kiss me hesitantly. I tease your lips, biting them gently and exploring the corners of your mouth before our tongues meet again. You finally give in and give me a real, passionate kiss. I savor the moment, you are an incredible kisser. We let our tongues dance freely, and then linger in each others mouths. Your tongue is nimbler than mine, and I am turned on by your variety of licks, nibbles and flicks.
I return to kissing your neck. My other hand plays and caresses atop your still-worn towel. My lips continue down your breasts. You moan again, but this time it is out of frustration. Your body wants to be free to feel my touch on your most sensitive places; no longer cloistered in your soft and safe towel.
"You can take it off," you direct.
"I can, but I'm not ready yet."
You twist your body at my teasing. You moan seductively, trying to advance my evening's agenda and satisfy your own schedule.
"I guess there is no harm in freeing your hair," I say devilishly as I reach up and unwrap the towel that was drying your shiny locks.
"Wrong towel, dumbass," you say, growing indignant at the restrained pace of tonight's bedroom activities.
"I didn't realize taking away your control would make you so fiery. It sounds to me like we are going to have to practice some humility."
You bite your tongue, and try to wait patiently to see what my next whim will be. We usually make love as equal partners, but tonight your powerless and helpless figure turns me on. I feel a tightening in my pants. The thought of taking out my hardening cock and fucking your tight pussy consumes me, but I am not yet ready to stop exploring your body's mysteries.
I slide down the bed to your feet. As long as we've been together, I feel like I've neglected this part of your body. But tonight, I am in control and get to try anything I desire.
I hold your right foot with both hands, my thumbs pressing into your arch. I take your big toe into my mouth and gently suckle its just-washed skin. Your body jolts in surprise but you do not protest. I take turns gently tonguing and mouthing each toe before moving to focusing your other foot. You moan again, more sharply and suddenly, as if you didn't know this would be pleasurable for you. I explore the sensitive crevasses in-between your toes. You writhe after each lick and I take pleasure in watching you squirm.
I kiss lines of lust up your ankles and calves, lifting each leg as much as the restraints allow. Your fingers show signs of life, and I see them wiggle in their restraints when I continue up each of your legs. To your frustration, I keep returning to kissing your ankles instead of ever allowing myself to reach my ultimate goal. Your breathing unsteadies, your body aches after each denied approach.
You gyrate your hips during these kisses. At first I am confused, but I soon comprehend what you are doing. You are attempting to rub the hood of your clit against your towel to get yourself off! I let you continue trying to rub yourself for another minute until my kisses reach the bottom edge of your towel and your gyrations have reached violent amplitudes. My warm breath sneaks under the edge and tickles your most sensitive regions.
"I think it's time we take this off," I say as I unwrap the towel from the front of your body, leaving it on the bed underneath you.
Your reaction is more mixed than I thought it would be. You are excited to see what I will do next, but temporarily mourn the loss of the item that has been pleasuring you. I give you a confident look, quietly reminding you that I am in control tonight.
I continue my gentle kisses, but this time start at your knees and continue right up to your pussy lips. At the end of each line you try to thrust your pelvis downward, trying to make contact with my lips. I deny you and continue my cycle. You try to reach your own breasts out of frustration, but are thwarted by the restraints.
I peek at your slit, and am pleased when I spot the amount of dewy sweetness accumulated at its opening. I want to taste it, but delay this experience to nibble at the intersections of your thighs and abdomen. You giggle, as my nibbles tickle with pleasure. I reach under you and grab your supple ass, slightly raising you off the mattress. Your cheeks are warm and fill my hands. The room's only lamp catches the delectable edges of your pussy lips in its dim light. I drag my tongue over to your feast, I am in command.
You moan as I make first contact with your most private of places. With your buttocks raised a few inches above the mattress, your arm and leg restraints are pulled taught, your limbs stretched. The sight of you exposed like this throbs my penis. I nibble and suck with delight. Tasting a beautiful woman is like eating the finest foods; truffles, wine, and cheese, all fresh served and expertly prepared. It bestows a trust and power to its diner. Even though I have been in control tonight, it is not until now I have truly felt powerful. I play in your playground, darting my tongue in every nook and cranny, watching your pussy become wetter and open up for me. Your eyes stay closed and you breath anxious.
Each time my tongue discovers a sensitive spot your body recoils in pleasure. I guide my mouth to your slit, nibbling up its edges until I reach your hood. I cover it with my mouth give it a gentle suck. My tongue strokes downward, falling into rhythm. Each stroke lasts longer and applies more pressure than the last. You moan and relax, the small of your back slouching back onto the bed. Right now, you think my mouth and tongue are bringing gifts of pleasure for your benefit, but tonight you and your body are for my amusement.
My penis can no longer stand being trapped by my pants. I slide off what few clothes I am wearing with one hand, while still groping your ass with the other. My hard cock is happy to be exposed, and immediately reaches its fullest size now that it is no longer constrained. I stroke its shaft a few times with my free hand, being careful to not yet stimulate its sensitive tip. I have special plans for its head.
You look down and catch a glimpse of my naked member. Your eyebrows raise in anticipation. I reach up and grab your hair towel from behind your head and pull it over your eyes, funneling your experience back to only senses of hearing and touch.
