I couldn’t help but laugh as my mind started ticking through the possibilities. I hadn’t prepared for anything, but I had an idea. “Close your eyes,” I said.
She made a big show of obeying me, and I smiled, moving her slim body to the side and getting up. Condom pitched in the trash, I went to my closet and flipped on the light, looking around. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but a blindfold seemed like a good start.
All I had were ties, so I picked a green one. Then my eyes fell on the gold one I’d had with me in Scottsdale. It was misshapen and nearly torn, and the memory of me struggling against it had all the blood surging below my waist again. I shook my head and exited.
Returning to the bed, I paused a moment to admire my gorgeous lady, totally nude, lying on her side waiting for me. I leaned down and kissed a breast, which caused her to let out a little yelp.
“You’re such a breast man,” she giggled.
“And yours are perfect.” Sitting beside her, “Keep those eyes closed,” I ordered. She nodded, and I pulled her arms, bringing her to a sitting position. Then I moved around and wrapped the green tie over her eyes, securing it at the back of her head.
“Hmm…” was all she said as a smile curled her lips. “What now?”
I lay her back, moving all the sheets away, staying as silent as possible. Her toenails were painted bright red, and I stopped at one slim foot, running the tip of my finger down her arch and then kissing the side of it.
“Mmm,” she moaned, rubbing her knees together and reaching for me. I caught her hands and put them back at her sides.
“These stay here,” I ordered. She let out another little laugh, and I smiled, trying to think of how to surprise her next.
My eyes traveled up her smooth legs, stopping where they came together. Then, with the pinky finger of my left hand, I lightly traced the line down the center of those lips, just above her clit. “I like that you keep this bare.”
“Ooh, Patrick,” she gasped, and her hands went to my arm.
“Hmm,” I said, catching those rebellious limbs. “I have another idea,” I said, standing and going back to the closet.
“Patrick?” she called, but I wasn’t gone long.
I scooped the gold tie off the hanger and went back to the bed. Next I pulled her wrists to me, using one end of the tie to secure them together and the other end to hold them above her head.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was stunned as I tied her to the bronze headboard. She was unable to move now, and the sight of her that way, arms over her head, breasts pressed together, sent the blood rushing to my dick.
My brow lined at my unexpected response, and I leaned over her, speaking right next to her ear. “You really push me outside my comfort zone.” My voice was low and breathy, and I was going for slightly ominous.
“Is that good?” Her head tilted to the side, and I saw her brow line.
“It’s surprisingly good.” I was still right at her ear. “Do you like it?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice had the slightest tremor in it, and I hesitated… But the memory of how much she enjoyed tying me to the chair kept me going.
“Can you get away?” I continued, taking one of her nipples between my fingers and rolling it back and forth. She moaned and strained against the tie, her
knees rubbing together again. My dick was growing harder at the sight.
“No,” she whispered, pulling against the gold tie.
“So you’re my captive now.” My hand returned to the slit just above her clit, and I dipped my pinky between her folds. Very wet.
“Ooo,” she moaned, rotating her hips and pulling her wrists again. I leaned forward and kissed her mouth roughly, but pulled away when she tried to kiss me back.
“You’ll do what I say,” I said, in that low voice.
A little tremble moved through her body. “I don’t know.”
She strained against the tie again, and her breasts peaking together making my erection ache. I slid my finger deeper into the folds between her legs where it was hotter.
She shivered again, moaning. “I don’t like being tied up.”
Her voice was a breathy whine, and I smiled, kissing the side of her neck, working my way down to her shoulders, lower to her breasts. My two longest fingers plunged all the way inside her now, massaging what was swollen and wet. I wanted to replace those fingers with my cock, but I was toying with her the way she’d done me.