He opened the door and partially entered, six thin strips of leather in his hand. His face held a question. It was one to which I had no verbal answer, I simply nodded. He entered the room fully now, all 6'3" of him. He towered over me as I sat on the bed facing him, intimidating me and he knew it.
He held out the leather to me. The question was still in his eyes as though he did not trust my initial acquiescence. I answered in the only way I could by taking the strips from his hand, my voice still betraying me. Relief showed briefly in his eyes before it was replaced by desire. I tried not to look into those blue eyes as I stood, not even tall enough to brush his chin and began to unbutton his shirt. It took longer than expected with the way my hands were shaking but his patience seemed infinite as he made no move to help me. At last the task was done and I brushed the shirt from his broad shoulders allowing a small smile to touch my lips as I appreciated what I had uncovered. I couldn't resist going to my tiptoes to brush a kiss against his collarbone. His head tipped back to allow me more access but I ignored him. My trembling hands instead went to his belt buckle but he intercepted them and brought them to his mouth one at a time, pressing a gentle kiss to each. His eyes never left my face, I could feel his gaze on me, through me.
I looked at him for barely a moment before he gave me a gentle push to send me backwards on the bed. He knelt before me to remove my boots and then moved over me to allow his lips to touch me for the first time, in the same place mine had touched him. He leaned back and looked at me expectantly, his hands on my thighs. All I could do was stare at him, this time meeting those blue eyes I had avoided thus far, blue as the ocean I had seen once as a child, seemingly deeper. He squeezed my legs to bring me back to the moment and I quickly looked away. I didn't need to see his face to know a small smile was playing around his lips. I turned to lift the leather I had discarded and separated one strip from the rest. I held his right forearm and tightly bound the leather around him in a design my grandmother had taught me as a little girl. One day I would create my own design. I repeated the action with two more strips on the right and the remaining three on the left. They were completely parallel to each other between the wrist and elbow. It was the way of our people that he would wear my bonds for three days and lie with no other in that time. I chuckled to myself as I thought about the significance of those bonds, we were far from our people, why should we have bothered?
I lifted my head to look at him but he caught my lips in a fierce kiss that almost stole my breath away. He moved over me, forcing me to recline fully on the bed. He pushed his thigh up between my legs until it pressed against the very centre of me through the denim I wore. His kiss was incessant and I could do naught but return it. His hand went behind my back to lift me slightly as he pulled my shirt over my head with the other and discarded it behind him. His hands moved instantly to press against my uncovered breasts. His lips moved to my neck at the same time his hands went to the button on the tight jeans I wore. He sat back to peel them off me along with my underwear and they soon lay on the floor, forgotten along with both our shirts. I was feeling at a distinct disadvantage to be wearing nothing but skin whilst he still wore jeans and I once again tried to reach for his belt buckle. In response he took both my wrists in one of his hands and raised them over my head, pressing them to the bed. His lips continued on its downwards path from my neck to the top of my breasts. I arched against him as he took my right nipple lightly between his teeth before brushing his tongue over it and then turned his head slightly to give the left similar treatment. He blew lightly on each, sending a shiver racing down my spine. I felt movement between my legs and I realised it was his other hand. I shifted slightly to allow him access and shuddered as his thumb brushed over that most sensitive of spots. His head had lifted to look at my expression as he touched me and I had to close my eyes against the sheer smugness in his that showed he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He still studied me as his hand inched lower and began to push his fingers into the dampness he found there. I wrenched my hands free to grip his shoulders and his expression turned enquiring, his hands stilling instantly. It took me several tries to clear my throat enough to speak, acutely aware of the fact that neither of us had since he entered the room. I tipped my head backwards to speak to the ceiling instead.
"I've never....you know..." I couldn't bring myself to say it.
His hands moved from where they had been and he sat back on his knees. I brought my hands down to cover myself ineffectively and obviously too late. I risked a look at his face and couldn't judge his expression. I was sure he was seeing his night of easy sex disappear. He still didn't speak, he leaned down to me instead and kissed me gently, his hands stroking my hips. I moved from him again.
"Don't do that."
