He was sitting down for dinner, when she came up from behind, and hugged him.
"Hi Hun."
"Hi sweetie." She ran her hands gently down his strong arms, pulling them back slightly... With a sudden click, he realized he was handcuffed to the chair.
"What are you doing?" he asked devilishly.
"Nothing. Nothing at all...." She seemed just a bit more devilish. Then again, she wasn't the one handcuffed to a chair. She stood in front of him, letting him really look at her for the first time since he got home. He was pleasantly surprised.
A full length black dress, with a deep V neckline, showing her fantastic cleavage, and a slit running up each leg, to a high point near her hip, showing just enough skin of her fantastic legs to make you keep looking. The skin tight material silhouetted her figure, and accentuated her breasts and hips. All he could think of to say was 'Wow'.
"You like?" she asked, as she ran her hands over the curves of her hips, up her belly, and under her breasts, lifting up toward him slightly. But she already knew the answer from the flabbergasted look on his face. "Oh my... Looks like you could use a hand with dinner, since you seem to be all tied up...." She sat on his lap, making sure to grind into his pelvis. She fed him small bites of his dinner, and gave him sips of a strong red wine. He kept glancing down over the top of her dress, and into her deep cleavage. She kept wiggling in his lap, just slightly, as she fed him. It didn't take long for her to feel a growing bulge beneath her. He leaned in and began kissing her neck. She cooed slightly, leaning her head to the side for a moment, letting him excite her. Kissing, nibbling and sucking on her soft skin made him hard, and gave her goosebumps.
Suddenly she got up, and playfully scolded him. "You are so fresh! Kissing me like that. I don't know what you think you're doing...." He instinctively tried to stand up to follow her, but the metallic "clink" of his handcuffs firmly kept him in the chair. She turned, looking down at her chest. "Look at what you've done you naughty boy." Her nipples strained against the tight fabric. "What am I going to do about this now? " She started whispering as she moved closer to him. She tugged down on the neck line of her dress, and it slid down exposing her breasts. Her pink nipples became the center of his attention. She was still wearing her bra, but the cups were cut so they were under her nipples, accentuating her breasts, not covering them.
She mounted his lap like a pony, spreading her legs wide around his girth. Her smooth thighs came up through the slits in the dress, giving him even more skin to look at, but the front of her dress stubbornly remained between him, and the object of his appetite. She started rubbing her chest up and down against his.
"You like that? You want to kiss one of them? I think they want to be kissed...." She lifted her breasts to his mouth, and he eagerly sucked a pert nipple into his mouth. But just as quickly, she pulled it away. "That's enough." She declared as she slid back, making sure to grind into him, and down, off of his lap. He was going mad with frustration. He kept pulling on his restraints, as if magically the steel would give way, and let him unleash his sexual frustration on his little lover...
She stood up before him. "I saw you looking at my legs when I sat down. Is that what you would preffer? Would you like me to show them to you?" She put a foot on his thigh, and with her knee close to the same hight as his chest, she offered him a wonderful view.
"I'd love to do more than just look at them..." He commented. Her answer was a sharp smack across his face. He was surprised she would do something like that, but in a strange way, it turned him on.
"Such a naughty boy. I'm in charge here. You'll only be allowed to do what I say. Now, you *can* look at my leg...." She ran a hand from her ankle, slowly up to her knee. "What to you think?" His inability to pull his eyes from her leg was all the answer she needed. "I just shaved them. They are so smooth." She caressed her thigh, dragging her fingertips on her soft skin. "Wouldn't you like to know just how far up I shaved?" That question broke his stare on her leg. He looked up at her with a stunned, grateful, and hopeful look. As her hand came up to her hip, she slid it inward, through the slit in the dress, and behind the fabric. He couldn't see her finger nail slipping behind the elastic of her black silk panties. He couldn't see the fingertip part her lips, and slide up to her swollen clit. He couldn't see how she rolled it around on her fingertip. All he could see was the twitch of the fabric, and the heavenly look on her face.
