She gasped as the rope was pulled tight around her wrists, binding her left arm securely to the bedpost. Her right arm was already tied down and a silken blindfold covered her eyes ensuring that she couldn’t see what was about to happen. Her heartbeat quickened as the anticipation, the unknowing grew stronger. Her senses heightened, she could smell the scent of the bouquet of jasmine she had seen on the dresser as he had led her into this room. She could feel the soft cotton sheet beneath her skin and imagined how striking the contrast of her creamy white skin must be against the dark burgundy color she remembered them to be. And she could hear….she could hear the slow steady sound of him breathing somewhere close to her. She had given herself freely to him tonight, and now she lie quietly waiting, anticipating.
It seemed that an eternity passed before she heard him move, felt the bed give as he knelt in closer to her. No words were spoken. Then she felt the warm heat of his breath as he blew across her nipples causing them to pucker and tighten into hard buds of pleasure. The callused pads of his fingers began to slowly skate across her flesh, sliding over the silky skin and creating patterns on her breasts and downward along her stomach. His hands traveled up and down her body causing her passion to intensify. She could feel the fires of pleasure building between her thighs; feel her clitoris swelling and pulsing with desire. Still he quietly continued his dance upon her skin. His roughened fingertips brushed across her sensitive nipples, drifting downward into the dip of her belly, sliding down along the curve of her hip and back upwards along the tenderness of her inner thigh. Back and forth he traveled, up and down her body. Sometimes his fingers would barely touch her skin and others his nails would rake along antagonizing already sensitive nerve endings into a frenzy of sensation.
She began to quiver from head to toe, barely able to control herself as the heat of her passion grew to an inferno. She was dying for release, aching to ask, to beg, for him to fill her wet folds with his fingers, his cock, anything to satisfy the uncontrollable ache of within her. But she had promised silence, promised not to utter a word once she was tied down and blindfolded. Her back arched, hips lifting as he slid his fingers down her legs and slowly travelled back up them, moving dangerously close to her aching pussy. Then suddenly his hands left her skin, his weight lifted from the bed and she heard his footsteps carry him to the foot of the bed. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in protest, her ragged breath panting with desire. She heard his deep voice as he finally spoke, “you are at your most beautiful like this…flushed with wanton desire. I enjoy watching it consume you”. Then she heard his footsteps as he walked across the room and sat, leaving her to struggle against her bonds, aching and unfilled.
