My left hand fumbles at your side. The fabric of your crop top under my index finger and the curve of your waist guides the rest of my hand. My thumb makes slow, awkward arcs along your lowest rib. I feel like I’m more nervous than I should be. I know what I’m doing; I should be calm, confident. I shut my eyes and take a breath in. The butterflies in my stomach refuse to calm down, but that’s okay.
My hand presses against their collarbone, pushing them backward into the headrest. Our eyes lock together. The lights of a car going down the street next to us illuminate their face perfectly, so I can see the shy curl of their lip, the contained enthusiasm. I smile, letting my own eagerness bubble to the surface. This is starting to be a lot of fun. They respond by knitting up their eyebrows and begging me wordlessly to keep kissing them.
You undress hurriedly, trying to shed the layers as fast as possible. I lean back onto my heels, grinning and watching you as you reveal more and more of yourself to me. In your enthusiasm, you’ve left your clothes piled at your feet in a disorganized mound. I can understand. If I had been stopped so close to coming, I’d be eager to get started again as well. I toss the hitachi onto the bed and reach out, placing my hands firmly on your hips.
“You want me to be in charge?” The confidence is dripping from my question. Of course you do. “Yes, miss.” You’re nodding enthusiastically. A grin spreads across my face and I raise one eyebrow as I scan your body, your face. I worry for a second that you’re taking my silence as some kind of criticism, but I can tell by the way that you take half a step back and press your palms into your jeans that you’re just nervous—maybe even a little bit scared.
I slam her cock into my mouth, pressing down as hard as I can as I open my throat to her. My tongue presses against the underside and I suck her in deeper. She’s moaning in surprise and pleasure. My fingers trace the outline of the harness she’s wearing under her boxers. I imagine that I can feel her wetness seeping through even though I probably can’t. My mouth starts moving up and down on her cock.
Cocksucking I push her back on the couch so hard she bounces a bit when she lands. Before she can gasp in surprise, I’m on my knees. My hands are expertly pulling at her belt and tugging down her zipper. I open up her pants and pull the silicone cock out through her boxers. “God, you’re beautiful.” Even I’m not sure if I’m talking to her cock or to her.
She grabs me by the hair from behind and tosses me effortlessly against the sturdy desk. She bends me over until my nipples can feel the cold of the surface through my cotton tee. Her hand rests on the nape of my neck, pressing down so I am forced to turn my head. My cheek presses into a stack of papers, fanning them out. My eyelids start to close. The suddenness of her actions, the roughness of her touch have me weak and vulnerable—I savor that feeling, relax into it.
I stretch my fingers out around her throat. I’m not tightening my grip, just giving her a hint of pressure. Her whole body trembles as she stands there, naked with her feet apart slightly, her hands clenched at her sides. I bite the skin of her shoulder, feeling her tense up. She’s probably trying really hard to not pull away. I know she gets even more nervous when I’m behind her.
I gently lower Kitty’s bound body into the corner, sitting her up against the wall so she has a clear view of the bed. I pet her head and let her kiss my hand. She doesn’t really know what’s coming next. “Enjoy the show, pet.” She nods and rubs her head against my hand. That’s about the extent of her freedom of movement. I walk away from her. I open the closet and pull Toy out roughly.
I tie her up, lovingly encasing her body in rope so she can’t move. Her arms are tight behind her back. Her legs bent and tied to her chest. She’s exposed and vulnerable. I look into her eyes, seeing the questions, the wonder about what’s coming next. I smile and lean over to plant my lips on her side. I open my mouth and suck in some skin. My tongue licks it playfully.