He approaches me, smiling easily.
Without saying a word he walks behind me, lowering a blindfold across my eyes and securing it firmly. Even the ability to distinguish light from dark is denied me as I feel his hands tugging gently at the edges of my clothing, stripping me bare before him. With a guiding hand on my back, I am pushed lightly across the floor until my knees hit the edge of the bed. As if hearing an unspoken command, I climb on the bed and place myself in what I believe to be the center of the bed, waiting expectantly. His hand flat on my chest pushes me backwards, and he immediately straddles my waist as if to keep me laying down. I feel him attach some kind of binding to each wrist, which in turn is raised above my head in turn and secured to opposite sides of the headboard. Music comes on. Something instrumental, just loud enough to cover his movements around the room.
Moments later something warm and oily drips on my chest. His hands, oiled as well, start to rub the oil into my upper body. I can feel the strength in those hands, though his touch is anything but rough. The palms of his hands pass over my breasts like butterflies; just barely grazing my nipples. He works the oil onto my arms, stomach, and hips, before straying back upward, this time grabbing a breast firmly in each hand, kneading, squeezing almost to the point of discomfort before easing up. He rolls one of my nipples between his fingers; squeezing, pulling, pinching, making me arch upward toward him. I jump slightly as something sharp sinks into my other tit, then quickly smile and relax as I realize he only bit me. Kinda hard too. Hmmm.
His other hand has traveled down my hip, across my belly, and up and down the length of each thigh. I am becoming lulled by his steady, almost languid movements, but become more alert the farther up my thighs his fingertips travel, moving closer to my sex. He moves his hand up farther still and places it firmly between my thighs. He starts rubbing his hand back and forth from my ass to my clit, gripping my pussy each time almost as if claiming possession. I find that not only have my thighs parted for him without my meaning them to, but that I am also arching my pelvis to encourage him to rub even harder!
I spread wider for him, wanting more than anything at that moment to be able to take his hand and shove his fingers inside my throbbing pussy, but all I can do is whimper softly.
"I know what YOU want," he says almost playfully.
"You want THIS!" he says as he spreads me open with one hand and shoves two fingers on his other hand all the way into my wet, hungry snatch.
He covers my mouth with his as I arch up higher to grind against his hand, our kisses aggressive; feral. He slams his hand against my sex, but pulls out after less than a dozen thrusts, leaving me aching for more.
"Now I KNOW you want it," he says smugly. Trying to hide my frustration, and unwilling to let him know how severely turned on he has made me, my only response is to turn my head away from where I think he is and not say a word.
"Oh, but you are quite the bitch, aren't you?" he asks softly.
Without warning, he shoves my knees apart, lifting them, definitely not being nearly as gentle as he was earlier. I can't help but jump and give out a yelp as his hand lands flat between my spread thighs with a sharp SMACK!.
Then he pulls back and does it again!
And then a third time!
In the near quiet following I become aware of a new sound. A soft noise, almost..... a whimpering.
