He'd asked me if I trusted him. Of course I trusted him. We'd been dating, off and on, for almost eight months now. He'd saved my life twice in that time. Oh, not that kind of trust? It had taken me a minute to really comprehend what he was asking me. He'd found that very amusing, sitting there with that stupid, cocky smirk, watching me as I carefully considered it. I didn't imagine that he had any reservations to tying me up, spanking me, letting me wait until he was damn good and ready before he satisfied me... That was the kind of trust he was asking me for. Did I trust him in the bedroom?
Well... yeah... I honestly did.
So there I was, standing at the foot of my bed, running through all of these same thoughts in my head, over and over again. I trusted him. He'd do a lot of things... but he wouldn't hurt me. And he knew me. He knew me better than most people would ever hope to. I didn't think he would do anything I really didn't like. I was up to trying new things. Really, I was. I shouldn't be nervous.
But I was.
Why the hell did I ever agree to something this bold?
I looked down at the hand that held the blindfold and my stomach clenched in nervous anticipation. Slowly, I turned my eyes to the mirror. I couldn't help but smile at the image that stared back at me. The lingerie I had chosen to buy for this night was well worth the money: a long black satin gown with spaghetti straps that split up both sides to the hip. From there, crisscross lacing made the gown look that much more elegant. It was a perfect fit. Draping over my frame like it was made just for me. The only accessory I had to complete the outfit was a pair of spiked black heels. He hadn't asked for them specifically... but I knew he liked them. I was very pleased with myself.
I glanced at the clock. 7:59. I had one minute, and I was sure he would be here at exactly at 8:00. Did I need to leave the door unlocked? No, he'd said. That would hardly be necessary. Of course not, I had to remind myself. He could've gotten into my apartment if I'd bolted the door and barred the windows. He was ninja. I still didn't have a complete understanding of what that meant. But one thing I knew it did mean: he would be inside this apartment, standing in that door, at precisely 8:00.
I breathed deep, and tied the blindfold behind my head. A shiver ran all through me as I suddenly felt very vulnerable. I wouldn't hear him come in, I knew. I wouldn't hear anything until he wanted me to. Still, I strained my hearing, trying to find any clue that he was near. How long had it been? A minute? Two? Ten? I realized my breathing was staggered, and took in a deep, deliberate breath.
The door closed.
I almost jumped. The lump in my throat made it impossible to speak. I shifted nervously, straining to hear anything I could. But it was silent in the room. Then he spoke. "Very nice..." I felt a shiver run through me. When he used that voice - that dark, sexy voice that was full of lust - it made me melt. He could get me wet and ready for him just by saying my name...
"Don't say anything."
It was the only other thing he said. I sat still, wondering how long I would be blind. I suspected it would be for the duration. What was I doing? Was I going to get hurt? No, he wouldn't hurt me. I stopped thinking for a second and listened to his breathing. It was slow, deep, calming. I began to relax again. I trusted him. And he was in control.
His hands closed over mine, and he pulled me off the bed making me stand up. I felt myself untense as he wrapped his arms around me and held me in his warm, strong embrace. I breathed easier. I was about to ask him when I could see his face when he placed his thick finger over my mouth, and whispered, "Shh, no talking."
He pulled away slowly, and left me standing, blind and alone in the center of the room. I couldn't hear him move; I could only wonder what he was doing. Then I sensed him step up behind me, his hot breath on the back of my neck. My entire body shivered as his lips pressed to the back of my neck, kissing slowly, working his way down to my shoulder. His warm kisses felt good on my skin; I didn't want him to stop. Finally, I relaxed completely into the role.
His hands glided down my arms to my hands. "Put your arms up..." That dark, sexy voice again. I could feel the moisture gather between my thighs. Lifting my arms into the air, I could feel him wrapping something around my wrists. Strangely, it elicited no fear whatsoever. I stepped back at his prodding, and he guided me down to the bed. My hands were tied to the headboard as he situated me on my back.
I was hot. Apprehension had faded, and I let myself go, allowing him to do with me as he pleased. I could feel the wetness seeping past my lower lips as his eyes ran over me, a trail of warmth trailing over every inch of my body. Callused palms cupped my cheeks, and he kissed me, passionately and deep, yet very soft and gentle. Another of those things he did that just made me melt...
I could feel his hands roaming across my body, down my sides and around my back, slowly making his way to my ass. He squeezed gently, then trailed his fingertips down my thighs. "Open your legs for me," he whispered. "I want to see you..."
I spread my legs slowly, opening myself wide to his eyes. He said nothing. Did nothing. There was no sound. Then, suddenly, a quiet clinking. It sounded like a bomb going off in the complete silence around me. It took me a minute to identify it: ice cubes hitting the side of a glass. Had he left the room to retrieve it? I hadn't heard the door open...
I didn't have very long to think about it. He brought the glass to my lips and told me to take a drink. I took a small sip, not knowing what it was at first. When I realized it was ice water I was grateful. The excitement and anticipation had made my mouth dry.
He set the glass aside once I'd finished, and I relaxed into the soft blankets. I could feel his hands on my hips, making his way down my thighs and caressing my legs up and down. I wanted to be untied, wanted him to take me. But he had other plans.
My body was reacting to every touch. The wetness between my thighs was growing and I couldn't help but moan in frustration. My nipples were hard and needing attention, but his hands were lower, rubbing my legs and working his way slowly up my body. I felt the callused palm of his hand work across my stomach and then my waist. Finally, he rested his hands on my breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. I moaned. I wanted more of that. I needed more...
His thumb brushed across my nipples, teasing them and making them harder. My clit was throbbing from his touch and I could feel a trickle of wetness making its way down my inner thigh. I wiggled a bit, trying to get closer to him, wanting to feel more of him.
He was still teasing my nipples, through the sheer fabric of the gown. The feeling was so intense, I wondered if I would orgasm from that alone. I was hot, and wet, and I didn't know how much more I could take. He slipped the straps over my shoulders, pulling the gown gently down in order to expose my breasts. I took a deep breath...
His hot tongue touched my aching nipple. I groaned audibly, shuddering completely and arching my hips up toward him. His fingers played over the other nipple, pinching and playing with one nipple as he sucked and licked at the other.
He pulled back slowly, and his fingers ran slowly up my arms to my hands. He fingered the rope for a moment, then moved down my body, all the way to my feet. He tied my ankles to the foot of the bed, legs spread wide. I moaned, and raised my hips a bit off the bed. I was in need, and I was sure he could see that. But my efforts didn't seem to do any good. I heard him snicker a little and whisper, "All in good time..."
He left the room again. I heard the door close this time. He wanted me to hear it. I lay still, half naked, overly horny, soaking wet and frustrated. I was not even able to touch myself to relieve the pressure. The tension just kept building, and I squirmed against the ropes, just to test them. They were tight, and I whimpered. I wasn't getting out of this.
The bed depressed. I almost shrieked in surprise. I hadn't heard him come back into the room, much less approach the bed... He straddled my chest, his hard thighs on either side of my ribs, the lip of his shell just touching my breasts. Soft skin was rubbing up against my lips, warm and delicate. I slowly opened my mouth, using my tongue to lick the head of his cock. He groaned, and pushed further into my mouth. I opened wider, sucking him as he slowly started to pump in and out of my mouth, careful not to choke me.
He pulled out slowly, and I ran my tongue up and down his hard shaft, teasing the head and licking my way down to his balls. The muscles in his thighs tightened, his legs stiffening around me. I opened my mouth wide, inviting him, and moved my head up and down him as much as the ropes would allow. His breath caught. I thought he was about to come when he suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Not yet," he whispered.
I waited, chewing my lower lip as his warm, callused hands began caressing my body again. He kissed and tongued my neck, and I squirmed as he hit a sensitive spot. His hands were on my breasts again, flicking his fingers across my nipples, making them stand at attention. When he leaned down and took one of them in his mouth, I moaned. I couldn't hold it back. He put his teeth into it then, and I gasped. The shock wave that ran through my body was new to me. Pain and pleasure at once... why did that feel so good? I could feel a damp spot under me. My clit was throbbing so much my juices were running down to the bed.
His hands slid down my body, ever so slowly crawling toward my aching need. My body felt like it was on fire. I raised my hips to his hand, wanting him to feel and know how much I wanted and needed him. His touch moved down my inner thigh, then back up to the outer lips of my sex. I arched more, needing his fingers on that one place he was still not touching.
He placed his hand on my stomach and pushed me back down onto the bed. Frustrated, I complied and stopped moving. I then felt a thick fingertip playing at my opening, slowly easing its way in. My pussy was on fire and so wet, the finger glided in. He moved slowly, pumping in and out of me, fucking me deliberately. My mind was spinning, my body shaking uncontrollably from the pleasure. I felt a shift on the bed and then a hot tongue on my inner thigh. I couldn't help but raise my hips to that tongue. I could still feel his finger pumping into my wet opening and I struggled with the ties again, wanting to be free of them.
Finally, I felt his flicker across my clit. I thought I would explode right then. I struggled again with the ties that bound me, wanting to grasp that head and pull it to my throbbing sex. I felt soft lips surrounding my clit and gently sucking it. The teasing driving me crazy. Foreplay had never been so intense. I was so often concentrated on pleasuring him, thinking about what I could do to make it better... Never before had I been spread out and unable to move, letting him to all the work.
I relaxed slowly, enjoying all the feelings as my body got closer and closer to orgasm. I was so intently concentrating on the mouth between my thighs, I didn't realize at first when I felt a tongue flicker across my nipple at the same time. Once I identified it, I gasped, not knowing what to think. I was about to protest when my body took over completely. I couldn't help but enjoy every second, all the feelings. I was in heaven and I didn't want it to stop. I groaned, loudly, my body on fire.
I felt another shift on the bed and knew that the tongue on my nipple was no longer there. I breathed slow, as steady as I could as I listened to the sound of my own breathing and through it, tried to identify who else was in the room with me. Suddenly, warm skin brushed my lips. It took only a second to realize it was a nipple. The third person was a woman. Again, I thought of protesting. But instinct took over. I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue across it, hearing the woman moan with pleasure.
Shock, surprise, apprehension... pleasure... My mind was going crazy trying to make some sense of this. Who was this woman? Did I know her? Was she a friend of his? But my body was gaining control over my mind again, sensations drowning out the little voice in my head. I twirled my tongue around her nipple, still enjoying the steady build of the mouth and tongue on my clit, the slow thrust of his finger inside of me.
I felt the woman move again, withdrawing her breast, and her lips covered mine as she kissed me deeply. I groaned, opening my mouth to her and allowing her tongue to play along mine. She pulled away slowly, and the bed shifted again. This time, when she settled, I caught the light smell of her sex, only inches away from my mouth. She lowered herself down and I could feel a different set of lips come together. I opened my mouth just as readily, searching for her clit with my tongue. She was already soaking wet and I lapped at her pussy making sure to get all of her sweet juices.
She was whining loudly and her body was starting to shake. I tongued my way to her clit and flicked across it a few times. She almost lost her balance. The headboard shook as she grabbed it. I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and slowly teased it with my tongue, flicking faster and faster, mimicking the movement between my own thighs. Her breathing staggered, and short, abbreviated moans built into a scream. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and licked up her wetness as she came. Gradually, her moans turned to quiet gasps, and she moved away.
I groaned, pressing my hips up against the tongue that was still teasing me, moving up and down my lower lips. He pulled away slowly, and I felt hands close over my breasts, teasing my nipples. My body shivered. My clit throbbed. I didn't think I could take anymore when I suddenly felt the thick head of his cock rubbing my lower lips. He slid it up and down my slit, allowing my juices to lubricate his hard shaft.
The woman was licking my nipples, taking turns on each breast. The feeling was almost lost in the pleasure of the thick cock sliding into my opening. Inch by inch he pushed forward, and I raised my hips for more. He was only a few inches in when he thrust the rest of his shaft into me. I screamed, both in pleasure and pain. I thought that he was going to split me in two... The scream turned him on. I could tell by the way he pumped hard. He wanted me to enjoy the edge of pain, to know that he was in control. And I was enjoying it...
The woman slid one hand to my crotch and stared to rub my clit. My sex was on fire, but the pain was starting to subside. Dealing with so many pleasures at once was making me dizzy. My body was feeling things I didn't know it could. I was on the verge of orgasm and moaning so loudly I was sure the neighbors could hear me. But I didn't care. It felt incredible.
Suddenly, everything stopped. I groaned loudly in frustration. Why were they stopping! What the hell was going on! I felt my hands being untied. Then my ankles. Anger mingled with the confusion. Was it a game? To torment me and bring me so close just to leave?
I was about to take off the blindfold when a hand stopped me. It was the woman. "Turn over," she whispered. Her voice reminded me of fine china. "Get on your hands and knees."
I only hesitated for a moment. I needed relief so badly, I was willing to do almost anything at this point to get it. Once I was positioned, I felt him thrust into me again, almost hard enough to make me lose my balance. His cock felt even bigger this way, and I screamed again. I could hear him snicker. "Does that feel good?"
"Aaargh!"
One gentle finger touched my clit, rubbing it gently, helping me to forget about the pain a little. But it felt so good... I wasn't sure what to think; I was in so much pain and so much pleasure at the same time. My mind was reeling one way and my body the other. I tried to concentrate on the woman and the things she was doing to me.
My pussy started to accept his cock more and more and I was starting to enjoy the hint of pain again. He started pounding harder and deeper.
I could feel my body starting to shake again, on the verge of an orgasm. The build up throughout the night almost too much to take. He was still ramming his hard cock into me, and the woman still rubbing my clit... "Come," he ordered from behind me. "Come now!"
I could feel an orgasm deep within me ready to come to the surface. My entire body felt as if I was being drained of all my fluids as wave after wave of sensation crashed over me. He was still pounding me, and I rocked with him, desperate to feel more of him. One last thrust and he came inside of me. I could feel the warmth of his fluid filling up my hole.
Finally, I collapsed, exhausted. I wanted to ask what had just happened... wanted to take off the blindfold to see who the woman was. But I was too tired... Maybe in the morning... I lay my head on the pillow and breathed deep, letting myself slip into sleep without a word.
