In an instant my world went black.
There was nothing else around me.
Then, the sound of my breathing filled my senses. In, out, in, out.
I felt the bed lurch slightly beneath me as Nate rested some of his weight against it. It made me gasp as I was thrown off balance, but in reality it wasn't that much of a dip. It only felt that way because I couldn't see what was going on. I didn't know what to expect.
"It's important that you don't move now that the blindfold is on... understand?" Nate's voice was a whisper, but compared to my breathing it was loud. I felt his hot breath tickling the base of my neck, and I instinctively arched it to give him access.
"I understand," I told him, biting my lip.
"Good."
I let out a soft gasp as I felt Nate's hot hands settle on my shoulders. They both worked down my arms in slow, massaging circles. Everywhere Nate's fingers touched broke out in goosebumps. I could still feel his breath lightly tickling the exposed skin of my neck. I let myself sink into the bed, feeling the puffy quilt cradling my body.
The soft massaging was replaced by surprising roughness as he grasped one of my wrists in each of his hands. He held them tight and moved them above my head, pinning them to the mattress. The bed groaned as he leaned on it more heavily. I felt his lips brush over mine.
"If you want to stop at any stage, just say red. Do you understand?"
"Yes..."
"What will you say?"
"Red."
"Perfect." Nate pressed his lips against mine and I moaned into his kiss. He moved one of his hands away from my wrists. The sound of rattling metal made me squirm beneath him. My pussy ached with need.
"I told you to stay still," Nate reminded me. His normally patient tone edged with warning.
A thrill of arousal shot through me and I was tempted to disobey, if only to see how he would punish me.
But not tonight. Tonight we were celebrating his birthday, and I wanted to be so good for him.
"Oh..." I let out a soft gasp as I felt the cool metal of the cuffs brushing over my navel. He dragged them higher and higher up my body, letting them trail and bump between my lingerie and my skin. I felt his lips on my cheek, using a kiss to gently push my face down to the side as he dragged the chain of the cuffs over my neck. The metal was bitingly cold compared to my skin.
"How's this?" Nate whispered, his lips still against my cheek as he moved the cuffs up my arm. It was slightly ticklish and I couldn't help but squirm.
"Still!" He snapped, nipping at my earlobe. He took the cuffs off my skin completely and I groaned in frustration. Even though they were just ordinary, everyday objects, there was something so sensual about the way he teased my body with them.
"Sorry, I'll be still, I promise!"
"Good."
Nate didn't bother teasing me anymore. The next thing I felt was the fluff on one of the cuffs settling around my wrist and snapping shut. He kept his finger between my wrist and the metal before removing it. I realised he wanted to give me a bit of wiggle room. Even as he was teasing me and controlling me, he still wanted to make sure I was comfortable.
Schick!
The second cuff was secured around my other wrist. The slight weight of them exacerbated by the fact that my entire focus was on the way that they bound me. Nate took one of my hands, gently guiding it to a little bump on the opposite cuff.
"If you feel yourself freaking out, or the notion of being bound isn't what you thought it would be, just press this down on either cuff and you're free. I will stop if you do that. Safe word or not. Okay?" Even though he was entirely serious, there was a gentle, loving quality to his tone. I could feel every word against my cheek as they spilled from his warm lips.
"Yes. That's good," I said with a nod.
As I gently tugged my hands apart, hearing a rattle as I tested the cuffs, I felt an electric bolt of arousal deep in my core. I didn't want to use that failsafe. I wanted to be bound for him. Claimed by him.
I moved my head so that I could brush his lips with mine, but he pulled away before I could catch him. Suddenly, the sagging of the bed released and he was off the bed. I was tempted to reach out for him, but the cuffs rattled and snapped against my wrists as I was reminded of my condition.
My lips curled in a sultry smile.
I made an effort to slow my breathing and tried to take in all of the sounds around me. It took a moment for the nearest sounds to to differentiate from the background hum of the street traffic below. But then, I could hear it. The slow, steady puff of Nate's breath. The decisive pad of his feet against carpet as he walked around the bed.
I bit my lip, my thighs clenching together as I realised what he would be seeing. Me, in the most provocative thing I've ever worn in my life, bound and at his mercy. Even though I could hear him walking around, the cool air of my room surrounded me and made me feel very alone and exposed.
Out of nowhere, Nate's fingers slipped underneath the leatherette strap covering my right nipple and tugged it down. Then his touch was gone, leaving me trembling in his wake. Fully exposed to the world, my nipple was achingly hard.
The next time, I was able to follow his footsteps as she leisurely sauntered around to the other side of the bed. Taking his sweet time I could just imagine the amused smirk on his face as he watched me, knowing I wasn't able to argue back. Although, sure enough, the strap covering my left breast was the next to go.
Finally, Nate's fingers went to my nipples.
I let out a soft moan as his fingers pinched my hard, sensitive buds, and then pulled my breasts up slowly. I could feel the weight of them fighting against his grip. The pincer grip of his fingertips sent ripples of pleasure through me, and it built as the tension in my breasts built. Then, he let go. My breasts slapped back down into my body.
"Nate!" I breathed, back arching and thighs clenching together. I needed him so badly. How long would he keep teasing me for?
Nate's fingers pinched my nipples. He pulled on them again, and again, and again. I was so lost in the pleasure of it that I didn't realise he was close to me until he spoke, his hot breath blowing against my cheek.
"Is this what you had in mind?" He whispered. This time his pinching fingers didn't pull. They moved down my breasts in a slow, teasing flutter.
"It's a good start," I moaned.
Nate's lips moved to mine and I finally got to kiss him. His fingers trailed lower over my stomach, spreading across the soft skin there.
"Agreed," He whispered between kisses.
I went to move my hands down to hold him to me, but the metallic rustle of the cuffs reminded me of their presence. I let out a soft growl of frustration. Nate withdrew immediately, his wide palm on my stomach the only point of contact left.
I let out a gentle huff as he pulled away, but I knew I just had to concentrate. Nate always followed the rules. If I wanted to get my satisfaction, I would need to as well. I focused on slowing my breathing and keeping myself still, I pulled on every ounce of self-control, and then I was rewarded. Nate's hands drifted lower down my stomach. The bed lurched and I felt his lips sucking my nipple into his mouth as his fingers ran down the strip of fabric that covered my pussy.
"Oh yes!" I moaned. I was so aroused that even the feeling of the added tension to the fabric of my g-string was enough to make me tremble.
Nate's fingers hooked under the thin fabric strip and pulled it aside before he caressed my wet slit. I let out a soft hiss and arched my back, pushing my nipple further into his nibbles.
"Fuck! Nate!" I moan. My pussy was clenching so hard that I had no choice but to be aware of how empty I was without him to fill me.
"I love making you feel good..." Nate whispered, lips tickling my nipple before he kissed his way over to my other breast, "But I want to hear you beg me to give you what you really want."
The last part of that was a hot growl that made me tremble. Normally he was so sweet and loving in bed. The command in that tone spoke to a deeper, more primal part of me. As if to prove his point, the fingers that were teasing my folds moved down and slipped deep into my pussy in one hard, fast motion.
"FUCK!" I cried.
Suddenly full, my entire body sagged into the bed. His fingers stayed deep inside me... but it wasn't enough. His hand shifted, fingers twirling me, and he lifted his thumb, pressing it against my clit and teasing it. I moaned as pinpricks of light danced behind my closed and blindfolded eyes.
