He’s chained me to the bed and holy hell do I feel at his mercy now.
I’m practically naked. His eyes drift to the crotch of the crotch less panties where my pussy is completely exposed and when I move I find I actually can’t stretch my arm further than a few inches away from where I’m attached to the bed.
The next thing he does is grab a soft velvet cloth from the nightstand and unfold it, showing me it’s a blindfold.
He gets on the bed and smiles as he places it over my eyes first and then ties it at the back of my head.
“Listen to the sound of my voice Giselle.” He’s right next to me.
“Okay, Sir.”
The blindfold over my eyes makes me use my other senses. My hearing is sharper and I hear his footsteps over the floor, then I don’t hear anything for a while. I almost start to wonder if he’s left me, then the clink of something else alerts me. It doesn’t sound like chains and there’s a smell in the air that reminds me of that shower gel I like. The oranges. The Sanguinello oranges. That’s what it smells like and …burning. Candles. I don’t know.
Footsteps pad near me, and then his warm breath tickles my skin.
“You will feel heat on your skin but it will not burn you,” he says. Hearing his voice after the moments without it is reassuring. I go to touch him and the chains clink, holding me back, reminding me he’s in control of me.
Suddenly the heat he spoke of drops over my chest and I gasp. It’s like a splash of desire on my already sensitive, pleasure charged body.
Fuck, he pours a line of it down my stomach and it feels so damn good.
“Massage wax,” he breathes.
I’m smiling. “It’s nice.” I manage.
“It smells like you. It reminds me of you,” he tells me, and I turn my head in the direction his voice comes.
Before I can savor the awe I feel from his words, cold falls on to me.
“Ohhhhh ahhhhhhhh,” I moan and arch my back. The cold and the heat together is nice. He alternates between the two hot and cold, hot and cold, then his lips.
His lips are hot against my skin and make me smile. His lips feel nice tracing down the length of my body, from the deep valley of my breasts and down the flat plane of my stomach, down to my mouth and over my pussy lips. Josh kisses all the way down my legs and down to my toes.
Then he smooths his hands right back up to my waist.
“More baby?”
“Yes… yes Sir.”
He laughs. “Good girl. Let’s take things up a notch.”
He moves closer and I feel the hardness of his erection press against my folds. He spreads my thighs wider to receive him and in this position I’m already ready to take him.
I’m wet and ready, begging for his cock, begging for him to be inside me.
“Ready to go over the edge, my perfect little sub?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir.”
My answer makes him rub his cock over my pussy lips. Teasing me, taunting me, tempting me.
He rubs harder, then presses in but takes it away.
“Do you want my cock little sub?” he asks, his voice now holding an air of wicked menace.
“Yes, I want your cock, Sir.” He brushes over my clit sending a ripple of ecstasy through me.
“What do you want me to do to you little sub?”