Audrey watched they play of emotions across Ben’s face with amusement and more than a little apprehension. Surprise. Confusion. Intrigue.
Intrigue she could take. Intrigue she liked. At least she could be relatively certain that he wasn’t going to toss her out in this get up. That was a conversation that she wouldn’t relish having with her mother.
She breathed in deep through her nose to calm her thundering pulse.
“Well?” she asked.
“You certainly have been busy.”
“I wanted tonight to be special. Different. Something that we would always remember.” In more ways than one.
He walked over to the bed. She felt her heart catch with each step.
“You want to handcuff me to the bed.” It wasn’t a question.
She licked her lips. She watched as his pupils dilated and his eyes tracked the movement.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
He circled around the bed. She stood frozen as he moved towards the nightstand. She knew what he was going to find there. She could tell the instant that he laid eyes on what was hidden there. His blue eyes widened and his mouth took on a wicked grin.
“What do we have here?”
He held up the bottle of lube and the tiny vibrator that was obviously designed for anal sex. She fought against the blush that threatened to explode all over her face. It was a losing battle.
She wondered what he was going to say to the dildo and strap on that were tucked away in the closet for another night.
She tried to bluff her way out of it. She laid the crop and the handcuffs on the bed. She cocked her hip and laid a fist on it.
“Just a few props.”
He shook his head as though bemused. “My darling Audrey. Flower shop owner and closet freak.”
“Only with you.”
And it was true. Before Ben had come into her life, sex had been rather...vanilla. He was the one to open up new possibilities. He’d shown her that sex could run the gamut from playful to intense, fast to torturously slow. With him, everything they did seemed right. Perfect.
She had no idea when she met him that she would eventually be the one asking, begging, for anal sex. She would have sworn up and down that her ass had a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign tattooed across it.
Before Ben.
She glided over to him, making sure that her hips moved in just the right way to entice him. He said nothing. He reached behind him and placed the vibrator and lube on the nightstand, never taking his eyes off of her.
She loved the way he looked at her. He watched her as though she held the entire world in her hands. Or maybe just his heart, she hoped. He always managed to make her feel sexy, more comfortable in her own body. She knew she could drive him to the brink of mad lust and over. He had the same power over her.
She stopped when she was in front of him and no more than a few scant inches separated them. She held his gaze, hoping to tell him with her eyes everything that she wanted to say with her mouth. Her teeth. Her tongue. And any other appendage she could think of.
Finally after what seemed to be an eternity, she cut away.
She slid her arms around his neck. The movement caused her breasts to finally break free of their confines. She hissed at the sensation of her ultra sensitive nipples against the cotton fabric of his shirt. His arms snaked around her waist and he pulled her closer.
“Ben, will you do this for me?” She placed small, suckling kisses across his jaw, the added height of the heels making it possible to reach him. She shivered at the feel of the rough stubble on her tongue and lips.
His hand tightened around her waist. “What do I get in return?”
She grabbed a handful of his thick hair and pulled his head down until she could whisper in his ear. “The most incredible fuck of your life.”
She heard his swift, indrawn breath. He enjoyed it when she used vulgar language, something she didn’t do very often. She felt his cock jerk against her stomach. He pulled back. His smile was pure wicked perfection. She felt her own body respond with an explosion of goosebumps, even tighter nipples and a rush of wet heat to her pussy.
He smiled, showing off dazzling white teeth that were just slightly crooked.
“Every time I’m with you, it’s the best fuck of my life.”
She felt her heart melt. This was why she loved this man. Why she wanted to marry him. How she was certain that if he ever left her, it would be as though her life had ended.
“I love you.” She said, choking the words past the sudden lump in her throat.
“I love you.” He responded before capturing her lips.
She mouth at the first touch of his mouth. He didn’t bother with preliminaries. His tongue thrust hard and deep. She closed her lips around it and sucked it the way she knew he liked. She felt him shudder.
Their tongues mated in a fierce battle, each one striving to achieve dominance. It was a game that they both played well. Her clit swelled up and rubbed against the fabric of her thong, causing ripples of pleasure to race across her body.
His hands left her waist and traveled up her sides until they cupped her breasts. She shuddered and moaned into his mouth. He responded by grasping her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them gently.
Her hands tightened in his hair and pulled his head back. Molten blue eyes seared her and she felt the answering heat of lust and love settled over her.
They were both panting.
“Will you do it? For me?” She asked when she could breathe again.
“You know there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for you.”
She released him. Her legs wobbled but she quickly locked her knees. She forced herself to walk away until she was once more at the foot of the bed. She felt the hot weight of his gaze with every step she took and she struggled not to throw out the plan and let him rm his thick cock into her until they were both sweaty and exhausted.
She scooped up the handcuffs and the riding crop. She sucked in a deep breath in through her nose before turning to face him.
“Take off your clothes and lie on the bed. Spread eagle.” She purposely made her voice deeper, stronger, injecting some force.
He didn’t say anything. He only raised one eyebrow at her demand. But his hands did grasp the bottom edge of his t-shirt and pulled it above his head in one short jerk.
Damn! The man was built like a tank with his hard, flat abs and defined pecs. A thin layer of hair covered his chest before thinning out as it veed towards the waistband of his jeans.
His smiled was crooked as he placed his hands over the button of his fly. He hesitated before looking over at her with a raised eyebrow. She managed to give him what she hoped was a haughty dominatrix stare in return.
The sound of the zipper releasing was like a cannon exploding in the room. She licked her lips as she waited for the good part. She almost groaned when he stooped. She was tempted to demand that he show her his cock but he was playing with her and she knew it so she kept silent.
He lifted his shoulders a millimeter before bending over to take off his shoes. The position gave her a good view of his back. It was almost as good as the front.
Almost.
After taking his sweet time with his shoes, he finally stood again.
“Continue,” her voice sounded as though she had been gargling nails. Desire left a tight ball in the middle of her throat.
He slid his fingers into the loops on his waistband and after a few short tugs, he was free of them.
Ben rarely wore underwear so there was nothing to hide
All the air rushed from her lungs in one
The man was pretty. There was no other way to describe him and no where did that gorgeousness show itself better than in his cock.
It was a work of art. It rose, thick and proud, from a thatch of curly blonde hair. The head was the size and color of a plum. The vein that ran along the underside pulsed with readiness.
Her hands itched to curl around it, to pump it. Her womb jumped at the sight. She balled her fists to stem the sensation. She jerked her eyes to his face. He was smirking as though he could read her mind.
“Lie down on the bed.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He gave her a mock salute.
Her lips twitched. This was going to be so much fun.
She waited until he was situated in the middle of the bed before she moved over to the side. She had to climb onto the mattress and kneel in order to reach for his arm. He gave it over willingly, still with that bemused smile.
She bent over him to secure his wrist to the headboard. She made sure that her nipple grazed his lips. She shivered at the feel of the warm air lips crossing her distended flesh. She wanted to push herself into his mouth, to have his hot, moist mouth surround her, driving her to the brink.
He didn’t take that bait. She was disappointed but she had another opportunity when she needed to bend across him to reach his other wrist. Again, he didn’t bite. She didn’t know whether to be pleased or pissed.
She sat back on her heels to admire her handiwork. The sight of her man, silver handcuffs shining on his wrist was the most erotic sight she’d ever seen. He was like an ancient pagan offering to the gods. The candlelight gleamed on his bronzed skins, casting interesting shadows. He watched her from beneath hooded lids. She didn’t need to look into his eyes to see the lust and love there. This was the ultimate statement of his trust in her.
“You’re mine.” She said.
And, oh, did she have plans for him.
2 comments:
And you say you don't like blonds...
Audrey is just such an endearing dominatrix!
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