I lay exposed on his bed, flushed and bewildered. My mind raced at the thought of my own vulnerability- wrists tied to the bedposts, panties wet, waiting for him to return. I heard a few noises downstairs and then he came back into the room with a cup full of something. At first I thought it was ice water but then as he got closer, I saw that it was just ice cubes.
His eyes lit up and he let out a deep, quiet, animal noise at the sight of me there. I couldn't speak. He stood at the side of the bed and reached a hand out to touch my body. It was cold from holding the glass. He cupped one of my breasts, squeezing it gently and marveling at its shape and softness. His hand slid down my stomach, over the gentle curve of my hip, down the outside of my thigh. Instinctively, I bent my knees slightly and demurely rocked them to the side. He smiled a little, and squeezed my calf, leaning down to kiss my knee as he sat on the edge of the bed. He put the glass down on the side table and gently stroked my body as if I was something delicate that could be broken. I watched him, biting my lower lip, and occasionally letting my eyes drift closed with pleasure. As his hands warmed, they traced the soft contours of my arms, ribs, hips, neck.
He moved his body on top of me and gently but firmly slid his knee between my legs again. Relieved to have something to press myself on again, I squeezed my thighs tightly to hold him there and reached up for a kiss. He kissed me softly on the lips. I reached up to kiss him again but he moved just out of my reach and smiled at me as I suddenly realized my restrictions. He had always given into every desire I had expressed, and I pouted briefly with my eyes. Quickly he moved his mouth to my breast and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it gently. My arms involuntarily contracted and were immediately caught by the restraint. I was instantly overwhelmed with sensation and pleasure washed over my body as I writhed beneath his weight.
He continued to nibble at my breast as his hand found its way to the wetness on my panties. He moaned softly into my skin, excited by my excitement. He stroked my outside of my panties briefly, and then began to kiss down my stomach as he teasingly slid my panties down my hips, calves, and off. He knelt there between my legs, a hand gently caressing each calf, gazing at my naked body. Normally I would have covered myself with my hands, but that was not an option now. I was frozen by his gaze, and breathed shallowly as he admired me from head to toe.
His eyes drifted from the silk ropes that held my hands, down to my begging eyes and lips, swollen from kissing and biting. Down to my chest, flushed with adrenaline and desire, to my soft round breasts with their nipples fully erect and glistening from his kisses. Down the smooth skin of my stomach, rising and falling with my anticipatory breath. The slim waist accented by the rounded hips. The triangle of soft, brown public hair. The thighs and calves that he massaged as he looked.
Afraid to speak, I begged him with my eyes to do something- anything- to appease my aching body. He placed his hand softly on my stomach and stroked my pubic hair lightly with his thumb. I locked eyes with him. He was watching my reactions and enjoying it very much.
