He pushes his chair back and stands. He takes her hand and guides it onto the bulge in his jeans. He is rock hard and she groans in appreciation, convinced that she will finally get to see and feel the cock she's been craving for months. He takes her hand and leads her though to his bedroom. There is a low, king-size bed, covered in immaculate, white bedding. He looks at her, then the bed, and realises something is missing. He leaves her briefly and returns with the towel. Refolding it to embed the wet patch into its drier reaches, he places it very deliberately in the centre of the bed.
She understands and has only one question, which she doesn't get to ask. He pre-empts her:
'Face down, arms and legs spread wide.'
Once more, her stomach lurches and she flashes him a delighted, filthy smile. He meets hers with just a half-smile, but he is testing her and will not give her any more information than she currently deserves.
You promised me anything. I've only just begun.
She positions her still soaking pussy over the towel and buries her face between the pillows. Arms and legs spread, obedient. Since she is not looking at him, he allows himself a shake of head in disbelief. This delectable young woman is his. He cannot wait to devour her. But he will wait; he must. He rubs his cock through his jeans and can immediately feel another surge of pre-cum. He is desperate for release so cannot touch himself for long. After all this time, and with the delicious promise ahead, he's not going to waste it all by shooting into his jeans.
She has not seen the ties, already secured to the four corners of the bed frame. He is well-prepared and he does not hesitate in tying both ankles and wrists. There is play in the leashes - she can move a little - but they are secure. She does not resist. She is wildly turned on both at the idea of being tied up, and at the levels of preparation he has shown. He started off by sounding reluctant to have her round. It was clearly just part of the performance.
He kneels down beside her hip - and leans over her until his mouth is beside her ear. In a hoarse whisper, he delivers further instructions,
'I'm going downstairs for a while. If you call for me, I will only take longer to return.'
With that, he trails his index finger agonisingly slowly from the nape of her neck, down the full length of her spine and down the crack of her arse. He pauses briefly at her tight little hole, enjoys the sensation of the rough skin there and then continues down. She groans loudly. Again he pauses at her soaked opening but, just when she is convinced he will stop there, he pushes his finger deep inside her. She lets out a loud moan and he can't help but join her. She is so wet but so tight.
She is not surprised, but so frustrated, as he withdraws his finger. She lifts her head and turns it sideways to look at him, and is delighted to see he has waited for her to look before sucking her wetness off his finger. His eyes close as he savours her sweet taste and an involuntary full-body stretch of desire washes over him. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated obscenely, and he looks at her. A smile spreads across his lips and he bites his lower lip. She stretches in empathy.
He uses his whole hand now to follow the same path from the nape of her neck down her spine and he marvels at how soft the skin is on her full and inviting arse. She readies herself for another finger but instead he suddenly smacks her on her left cheek. There is a loud slapping noise and she gasps with surprise and pain. Her eyes widen still further. He smiles at her, stretches once more and stands. He briefly strokes his bulge, enjoys how much she enjoys watching him, then turns and leaves.
