She excused herself to go to the restroom and when she returned, found that Drake had put on some soft slow music. "I'd like to dance with you," he said, and took her in his arms. They rocked together, his arms encircling her and holding her tight, her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his curls. He leaned down to kiss her, his tongue lightly brushing her lips then pushing into her mouth. As they rocked and kissed to the deep pulse of the slow music, Drake's hands moved down to grip her by her butt and pull her into him, closer. She felt his hardness on her belly and sensed his need. He pushed his thigh between her legs so her sex rubbed against him, and she started to deliberately rub herself gently against his thigh.
Drake pulled the shoulders straps off her dress, letting the top fall and exposing her luscious breasts. As he pulled her to him they rubbed against his shirt making him harder still. He pulled away from her a bit so he could gently mold her breasts with his hands; her arms still around his neck as they rocked back and forth. She looked so turned on. Her eyes were closed and she was panting softly. He reached back to unzip her dress and let it fall. She stood in her heels and thigh high stockings, glorious in her beauty.
With the next song he turned her around so that he was behind her. He pulled her against him so she could feel his pulsing manhood against her ass; she pushed back against him. He again seized her breasts and gently rolled her nipples as her breath caught. He said, "open your eyes." She saw that they were now in front of a full-length mirror, she naked, with his hands kneading her breasts, while he was still clothed. She saw, really for the first time, her shaved sex-it looked so bare, so open, as though it had been prepared for display, to be used, and she felt a surge of heat course through her loins as she realize the truth of that.
He reached down to cup her naked cunt. She moaned and looked at herself, so flushed, so slutty, and opened her legs for him. As they rocked to the music she felt him gently rubbing her folds, then coming up to stroke her clitoris. Her breathing deepened and she began to pant. The song ended and again she was left on edge. "Drake-please I need you."
"Patience little one," Drake said as he led her to the bedroom. He had her lie down in the middle of the bed. "Trust me," he said, as he opened a drawer and removed a long silk scarf with which he tied one of her wrists to a bed posts. The other wrist soon followed.
She looked at him nervously and tremulously said, "Drake?"
Quickly shucking his clothes, he bent over her and kissed her deeply saying, "Its ok." He took another scarf and placed it over her eyes as a blindfold, then put a pillow under her buttocks, so her sex was raised off the surface of the bed. Next, he, attached a scarf to each leg, tying the other ends high up on the two posts at the end of the bed so that Rachel found that her pelvis was suspended a few inches off the bed. It felt a little weird but wasn't uncomfortable.
She heard a noise; Drake said, "No worries, I think that's just Nicole and Colin coming home." She felt so naked, so open, so exposed tied to the bed. She felt helpless and wondered what was in store. And, she realized, she felt incredibly aroused.
She felt a light touch-was it a feather?--against her inner thighs. Goosebumps on her arms and legs. A soft breath caressed her labia and then feather light kisses to her folds. She felt licking on her sex and she moaned as she felt the whole area bathed lightly by a gentle tongue. The tongue next settled on her clitoris, slow, gentle, and persistent. She licked her lips and moaned, "Yes."
Suddenly the plug began to buzz--she had almost forgotten it was there! Fingers gently entered her cunt and began to softly push in and out while the licking became more persistent and deeper. Her arousal grew and grew. "Yes, yes, yes," she moaned.
But just as she was about to peak, it all stopped. She whined in frustration. "Please don't stop," she mewled. She again felt a light breath on her clitoris. It made her jerk. The licking began softly and again she felt herself starting to climb toward her peak. The plug began to vibrate, and the licking became more insistent. "Yes, yes don't stop!" she exclaimed. But as she was going to crest her tormentor stopped.
She writhed against the restraints, licking her lips. She felt lips settle over mouth (was it Drake?) as she arched her neck to kiss back. God, she needed to come! "Please, please!" she moaned.
Again the soft licking, again the plug. She moaned in deep arousal, panting her need. Fingers in her hot cunt, in and out. The licks became harder, more insistent. She panted, "Don't stop--don't stop!" She clenched and soared into a gut-wrenching orgasm, shuddering as the plug continued to vibrate, and she continued to feel the licks. Her orgasm continued and continued as she panted and writhed, shuddering in agony and bliss.
Then all was quiet. She fell herself drifting. When she woke, she realized she was alone.
She heard the door open and said "Drake?"
"I'm here, little one," he said. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
She sucked in her breath, not sure what was in store, but said with conviction, "I do trust you. Be gentle." She felt a pillow placed under her shoulders so her neck was arched back, and then a deep soulful kiss. Again featherlike touches on her exposed sex.
She felt the head of a cock rubbing on her cheeks and then against her lips. She parted them to snake her tongue out to caress the cock there. She inhaled the manly scent as she opened her mouth to take it in. Though she was distracted by the licking she felt on her engorged and messy cunt, she was still able to keep her mouth open and hold her throat at an angle so that the cock could enter her. It seemed to fill her throat more completely, even so, with each stroke, it went deeper and deeper down her, stroke after stroke, until it was fully ensheathed in her.
