Nick looks up at me apprehensively as the cuffs click closed above his head. I flash him a bravado smile.
Nick Chastney is about twenty years older than me, seems like he's two feet taller than me, and wears glasses like me. He moved to my floor in our office building a couple of weeks ago and we started exchanging emails. We soon discovered that we were both dirty, kinky fucks. That was about the one and only premise of our attraction, as far as I was concerned... that, and his really comfy-looking collection of jumpers.
"What's your safe word?" I tease. Nick laughs his brash, masculine laugh. It's a sudden, warm sound.
"Hmm, how about: 'requiem'?"
Nick's eyes glint up at me. I frown back. It's a reference to a movie which makes me feel sick. But it's hard to be sincerely mad at him when I know he's trying to goad me on purpose; giving me a reason to punish him. My frown quickly becomes a reluctant smile.
"You want to play, do you?"
Nick chuckles. I can see his excitement; I can feel his excitement between my legs. But I can also see he's nervous, and I know it's been a while for him. My gaze softens at that thought. I surprise us both by placing a hungry kiss upon his lips. He returns it longingly, inhaling deeply and arching into my bare chest.
"Requiem," he whispers as our lips part, and my heart melts just a little bit even though I know he's just messing with me. I shake off this uneasy, too easy sentiment and arch a brow at him, playfully.
"You do want to play."
"That's what we're here for, isn't it?" Nick grins.
I bite my lip and spread myself forward over his torso. I clamp my hands down around his wrists. My huge breasts hang over Nick's face and he nuzzles them delightedly. His salt and pepper beard tickles and I cannot help but moan at the delicious feeling. Nick zeros in on my nipples, tickling with his beard and flicking tongue. The sensation is electric. It fizzles down through my body and tingles between my legs.
It takes all my will power to pull away.
Nick tries to clamp onto a nipple as I do, sucking urgently. I gasp at the sudden intensity. My areola burns with lingering pleasure. I try my best to look reprimanding. Nick winks confidently at me; a gesture which never fails to make me blush. I love that he makes me wrestle for dominance even when he's restrained and helpless. But if I don't assert myself now, I know I'm going to un-cuff him and beg him to play with me mercilessly.
It's the first time I've done anything like this. Not that I haven't thought about it a thousand times. I've not told Nick but I think he knows anyway. If anything, he seems excited by the prospect of a first-time dom.
So I run my fingers down from Nick's secured wrists, softly along the sensitive skin of his under arms. Stopping just below the pit, I reverse course and drag my nails delicately back up to his wrists. Nick breathes hard and throws his head back. I do it again, varying the spread of my fingers to keep him on edge. When I return to his pits, I spiral into each of them at once with a single nail. His face is strained, teeth sinking into lower lip, and he's beginning to squirm gently beneath me. The relentless rubbing is starting something between my legs. I adore his defencelessness. But I also love the wide vulnerability of my own sex as I straddle him.
Nick can't seem to decide whether he wants to push himself into the torment or wiggle out of the way. He is trying to trap his giggles between gritted teeth but small 'OH's' of pleasure and frustrated growls are escaping.
I continue down his naked sides this time, and drag my nails over his exposed ribs. I skim quickly over his upper hips, a sweet spot which makes him flinch, then lightly dapple his stomach with whispering raindrop fingertips. The changing sensations keep Nick twisting. His breathing is quickly becoming a hard irregular pant. Nick, who always has a clever comeback or sarcastic quip, is all but silent as I play his body like a highly strung instrument.
And I'm only getting started.
With great personal anguish, I lift myself from Nick's throbbing member and begin to brush myself up and down its length.
"Ngh- oh fuck!" Nick bucks into me aggressively. I place both hands on his hips and hold him down. And continue. Nick whimpers as he struggles with little success against my grip. He's a lot bigger and stronger than me but his passion and the ticklish caressing has made him weak. Still, it's hard to continue teasing him effectively when his penis keeps twitching uncontrollably.
I move down his body and nestle my buttocks between his thighs, clamping his legs with my own. I trail a single nail along the smooth skin and watch his rock hard dick twitch, aching for a substantial physical touch.
"Oh-oh shit!" Nick gasps. He strains against his cuffs.
"If you didn't love it," I smirk, and bend forward close to his cock, "you'd be saying 'requiem' right now."
My hot breath rushes over the sensitive tip.
"Ngh-god," Nick arches desperately and I blow again, "oh, please, don't st-"
"You want me to stop?" I pout playfully. Nick shakes his head vigorously but I ignore him. I move my hands away and place them solidly on his shaking thighs.
"You don't want me to play with your little man?"
"This is cruel," Nick pants, "and it's not little!"
"Hm, no, it's not, is it?" I massage Nick's inner thighs and he immediately hums his approval. After a short while, I decide he's had it too good for too long and begin sweeping my fingers lightly over his hips and thighs and back again. I casually brush his ball sack every now and again, just to watch him splutter.
"St-stohop, you sahadistic bihitch!"
"Tell me, Nick," I purr seductively, "where does it tickle more?"
Nick's eyes widen dramatically.
