I knew I was gonna get some tonight. All through the day you had been dropping subtle (and some not so subtle) hints about how horny you where. Plus I could just tell. The way you 'accidentally' rubbed my cock while you walked past me. Or how you seem to have forgotten how hot I think you look when you wear that skirt.
Not wanting to seem too eager, I tried to play it off, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. In truth, I'd been hard as rock all day because of your almost constant teasing. I had a feeling you had something planned, so I let my erection rage all day, wondering what you had in mind.
That night, as I walked into the bedroom I could hear you in the bathroom.
"Hey baby, why don't you get undressed and sit down in the chair" you called in a sultry voice that left no doubt as to your intentions.
I was more than happy to oblige at this point. We often used this chair for sex games. It was a simple ladder-back chair with a comfortable cushion. My mind raced, trying to figure out what you where planning. With every new thought my cock twitched with anticipation.
I didn't have long to think, 'cause soon you stepped out of the bathroom. You wore a pair of white lacy boy shorts that perfectly accented your hips and ass, and covered just enough that I couldn't wait to get them off to see everything. Your breasts where covered in a matching bra, that just barely kept me from seeing your nipples.
Barely able to contain myself I jumped up to embrace you. The only thing I got was your finger in my chest though.
"I thought I asked you to sit in the chair." You said with supreme confidence.
A shiver ran through me as I sat back down in the chair. I loved when you used that voice, but I had no clue what you had in store. I couldn't believe how turned on I was, and we hadn't even done anything.
You slowly walked around me, trailing your finger across my chest. I heard the whisper of silk from behind me, and suddenly my wrists were being bound to the chair. My heart beat fast. Still you said nothing as you securely bound my wrists, firm but not too tight.
When you moved your hands away, I attempted to pull free of my bonds. It was lose enough that I could move a little, but still tight enough that I couldn't get free. Satisfied with your work, you walked back around to face me, once again trailing your finger across me.
Even though I trusted you completely, I still felt so exposed. Which was exactly what you wanted me to feel. You straddled me, making sure my cock was pressed up against your already very hot pussy. Ever so slowly you started grinding against me. Then you leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"Now, what's going to happen my dear, is I'm going to make you cum, and there's nothing you can do it about. You couldn't stop me even if you wanted to. But of course you don't want to," you said, so smug, so sure of yourself.
Like a snake without a care in the world, you slid down my body. My cock seemed to rub every little contour of your body, no matter how I moved. After what felt like an eternity you where kneeling in front of me. You ran your silky soft hands along my thighs and my stomach.
Your touch sent shivers down my spine. Just when I thought I was becoming used to your palms, like a cat playing with its claws, you gently scratched, your nails tracing across my abs. I felt like I had been jolted with electricity. I couldn't help but gasp. You laughed in that wonderfully sultry voice of yours.
"See? I've already got you so worked up, you can't wait to cum. You're so easy to get going," you said as your nails traced down my thigh, causing my cock to jump. You laughed again.
It was absolute torture, having you so close to my cock but not touching it. I could feel the heat from your body, your breath, but I wanted your hand, your mouth, your pussy. I tried to move my hips, to bring my aching cock into contact with something.
"Aw, what's wrong? Do you wanna cum that badly already? Mmm, I told you wouldn't want me to stop." You smirked.
"Please," was all I could gasp.
"Hm, not yet." You said.
You slid your back up my body, some how managing to not touch my cock. How much could one man take I wondered. I was about to try and say something when you straddled my hips. You carefully arranged my cock so that it sat right in the crack of your ass. It was so wonderful to feel your warm ass cheeks against my cock, but it still wasn't enough.
Your wet lips kissed the side of my neck. Gently sucking, then nipping with your teeth. I was helpless. I bucked my hips trying to get some friction against, but you rode my like a pro. Groans escaped from my lips no matter how I tried to stop them.
Like you had all the time in the world, you kissed around my neck and collar bone. Slowly you worked your way down to my nipples. I moaned loudly and threw my head back. The feeling of your warm wet mouth sucking my hard nipples was incredible. Which ever nipple wasn't in your mouth was treated to your expert hands.
