And so, tonight the tables were turned. He walked in and opened his mouth to say, "hello" but before the words could fall out of his mouth, he saw her, standing by the bed dressed in a black leather bustier, her long blonde hair falling just below her neckline laying softly on her the top of her breasts that teased him as they were pushed up and begging to fall out of the top. She moved from the place she was standing, dangling the handcuffs he was going to use on her that night from her fingers. He again tried to speak, but she shushed him as she pressed her lips against him, leaving a faint stain on his mouth of the deep red lipstick she chose to wear for him that night. In her other hand she presented him with a shot of tequila, which he quickly threw down his throat. He tried to kiss her again, his desire to ravish her becoming obvious by the growing bulge in his pants. Instead, she pulled her head back and stared him straight in the eyes, pushing him back into the chair she had waiting for him.
Speechless, he watched as she straddled him, feeling his cock get harder under her pussy, and she dove her tongue into his mouth. He reached up to touch her breasts, but she caught his hands and he willingly allowed her to put them behind the chair where she carefully handcuffed him to it. The situation was odd for him, after all, she was generally the one bound and at his mercy, but tonight - he was at hers. She kissed him again and then stood slowly in front of him, not saying a word, and gently tugged at the top of her bustier to expose herself to him. How badly he wanted to reach out and touch her but the confines of his cuffs wouldn't allow it.
Instead, he watched as she played with her them, full and magnificent, massaging herself and rolling her nipples in between her fingers. He instinctively tried to pull his wrists apart, but couldn't move.
She knew he wanted her. She could hear it in his breathing, and could see it in his eyes. His cock was as hard as it could be, becoming uncomfortable in his pants. She bent before him, her tits dangling in front of him while she kissed him hard, laying her tongue in his mouth. His tongue met hers and they danced, and her hand stroked him on the outside of his pants. His moans vibrated in her mouth. Her nipples became hard and erect. Breaking free of their kiss, she cupped her breast and placed it in his mouth, allowing him to suck and lick at them. Her pussy was soaking wet, so she stood and shimmied out of her panties and slowly removed the bustier so she was wearing nothing except for the black stilettos that gave her four inches in height.
She reached down between her legs and teased her clit, and he struggled again to be free. She plunged her finger into her pussy and made sure it was covered in her own juices before placing her finger into his mouth, and he hungrily sucked at it. When he was done, she kissed him again, tasting herself on his tongue.
