“Is that fair to you?”
“Fairs got nothing to do with it.”
“Well then, yes, it’s more than ok.”
She stood up. “So, where’s the dungeon or wherever we start?”
“Again, not so fast. I’m old – remember? While I cleaned the house, there are other things I need to be ready. Are you free tonight? And do you teach or have classes tomorrow?”
“My first thing on Mondays isn’t until the afternoon and I have no plans tonight. Not seeing the girls. Why?”
“I want to know how late I can keep you without messing up your life. Go home, take a nap, relax. No masturbating though, ok?” She nodded but didn’t look happy. Ah, to be young. “Be back here say 7. Have a snack but don’t eat anything too heavy. I need to plan.”
“You also want to torture me with waiting a little more, don’t you?”
“I’m that transparent?” I laughed as I led her to the door. I lightly kissed her. “I hope to see you later.”
She looked at me as I opened the door, held my eyes for a moment, and left.
As the evening started to settle in, I waited more impatiently than I care to admit. I’ve seen a lot, done a lot, but the anticipation which I was responsible for was almost more than I could take. Not that I’d let Katie know that.
In the meantime, Chloe texted me -I didn’t respond. I wanted to keep my word and not involve her friends at this point. This was her story to tell and if I was lucky, she’d let me listen in.
I downed a glass of wine: she couldn’t drink, but I could. I had enough lights on to see what I was doing, but not so much that anyone walking by could see inside. I had music low enough for atmosphere but loud enough to ensure privacy. She might not know I was doing this for her, but I didn’t want her to worry if she ended up regretted this.
There was a knock on the door. “Come in -its open.” She was even more lovely in the evening light. Her hair was again in a high ponytail, and I could tell that she wasn’t wearing much, if anything, underneath as the streetlight shone through her light summer dress.
She came in, locked the door, hesitated, turned around, walked toward me, held out a hand. I reached out and she placed a pair of black silk panties in my hand without ever taking her eyes off mine. I put them in my pocket, put my hands on either side of her face, leaned in and kissed her. She tensed, then relaxed. When I opened my eyes, she was still looking at me, her eyes reflecting fight, then flight, then fight again. Her hands still at her sides, I caressed her arm, placed my right hand on the back of her neck, goose bumps on her skin.
I circled close behind, always touching her. She was still and silent other than breathing. I slowly slid my hand down her back and then back up until I was lightly grasping her ponytail. Tightened my grip just enough to control her head, I stepped in, put my left arm around her waist and pulling her into me. Now I could not only hear but feel shallow breathing. Both of us were silent. I held her close for what seemed an eternity, then released her and moved to the couch.
“Remove your dress. Slowly. Don’t turn around, don’t move, just undress.”
She pushed the straps off her shoulders and let her dress fall to the floor. She’d also been thinking about tonight. For the first time, I got to see her beautiful back, tiny blonde hairs standing erect on perfect skin. In the silence, she started to lift her arms to cover herself. “Leave them at your side.” She stopped. “Walk backward to me. Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall. Trust me?”
She nodded and inched her way back until her lower back met my outstretched hand. “Place your hands behind your back. Slowly. Good. Grab your elbows.” With her arms parallel to the floor, I slowly traced the side of her thigh with the fingers of my hand. She tried as best as she could to not move, but I could feel her start to lean into the touch.
“No moving unless I tell you, ok?”
Very faintly, “ok”.
I slid my finger around the back of her calf to the inside of her leg and slowly moved it upward. Then, without warning, I pinned her forearms in place while also placing my right hand between her legs, pushing her up to her toes. She gasped, turned to look at me.
“I told you not to turn around – look straight ahead – I’ve got you; you won’t fall.”
I could feel her pushing down against my hand and knew what she was trying to do. I moved my hand in rhythm with her, I allowed pressure but not friction. My palm was warm, moist. Sitting, my head close to her midsection, I couldn’t help but notice how wonderfully she smelled.
After a bit, I lowered her, heels back on the ground. Still holding her forearms with my left hand, I used my right to find the pile of straps and things I had left under a pillow. The first strap went around her lower arms, the next about her legs.
With both of my hands free, I strapped her ankles, knees, waist and finally a wide belt around her arms and her breasts. I left most of the belts loose enough to ensure good circulation, but synched the one around her chest hard enough to elicit a drawn in breath, pressing it tightly against what I hoped were erect nipples. Standing, I used one final strap to tie wrist and chest straps together behind her back.
I pulled her immobile body close. Even naked in a cool room, she was starting to sweat.
I whispered, “Is this what you wanted?” She nodded yes, eyes closed.
“Say it.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I wanted this.”
I brushed my fingers lightly up and down her arms and back, avoiding erogenous zones – just skin. I worked my way around until we were facing each other, inches between us. I placed my right hand around her neck. “Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me.”
It took a moment for her to focus on me. There was that look again, the wanting, resisting, searching. “That is the look I was hoping for – you don’t know if you should give in or resist, do you?”
“I don’t. I want this – but I’m afraid.”
“Which is stronger? Do you want me to stop?”
Pause. “No.”
“Katie, you remember we are not using a safe word? If you say stop, I will stop.”
“I remember. No games.”
I smiled, continuing to hold her gaze. I slid my hand from her neck to the belt around her chest and, grabbing it tightly, pushed down. Confused, she started to panic. “I won’t let you fall. Just go where I put you.” Relaxing, bending knees, she let me push her down while keeping our eyes locked. I ran my hand over and through her hair, reassuring, until it was again at the nape of her neck. Taking the ponytail between my fingers, I lifted up, pushing her head forward, then down, then back so she recognized that I was in control. A Mona Lisa smile appeared on her face.
I kneeled as well, bringing us face to face, pulled her ponytail hard, kissed her. At first soft, lips on lips, waiting for hers to part of their own volition and, when they did, opening mine until our mouths were pressed into each other’s. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pulled my face back, Katie unconsciously leaning forward to follow, not wanting to disconnect. I brought my fingers up to her lips and she immediately sucked them into her mouth without looking away. Trying to concentrate, I reached for another strap, while my fingers, still wet from her mouth, looped the chest and knee bindings together. I drew her chest down to her knees as her eyes flipped back and forth between my face and her knees, trying to understand what was happening. When she was bent in half and could no longer look up, I tied the belt off and kissed the back of her head.
“What are you doing to me? Fuck, it’s so tight, I don’t know…what do I do?” her breathing shallow and sharp, a little panic in her voice.
I leaned forward, softly touching her back, and whispered “Shhh, relax. You’re ok.” I kissed her neck and slid behind her on the floor, wrapping my arms around her. Slowly, like at the bar, she faded into herself, moaning ever so quietly.
After a few minutes of drifting away, I took the strap connecting her arms and lowered her onto the floor. She looked at me with surprise and relief as the pressure came off her knees only to be replaced with panic again as I put my knees on either side off her waist and returned my right hand to the back of her neck. I reached back onto the couch found a gag. “Would you like to try this?” She looked at it, then me and nodded.
“You have to say it.”
“Please don’t make me….”
“Pouting won’t work. Say it or I won’t.”
“Yes, gag me.”
“I will know if I need to stop, but you won’t be able to say anything. Ok?”
“Yes, just do it, asshole.” I inserted the gag into her waiting mouth and buckled it up. That look of panic and excitement and questioning was there even more. I sat with her and stroked her face until she closed her eyes again and sank deeper into herself.
We stayed like that for a long time, me stroking her face, slowly traced my left hand down her back, across her bottom and thighs and finally between her legs. With one finger, I traced her lips, letting her wetness guide my pace as my finger sank into her. Back and forth, I rubbed from her from top to bottom, Katie moaning into the gag, rubbing her body against my hand. I added a second, and then a third finger. Her rocking increased. Inverting my hand, I placed my middle and index fingers against her opening and let her motion draw them into her. Arching them up, I rubbed the top wall of her vagina, lightly at first and then with more and more pressure. As I pushed up, she pushed down, reaching for release.
I slid my fingers out and her eyes opened, insistent and pleading. I licked them, a taste that will stay with me forever. Pushing back inside, I increased both pressure and tempo. I moved my right hand from her face to grip her ponytail, pulling off the hair tie, and gripped the hair at the base of her scalp.
I waited, watching with fascination as pressure built, movements becoming more desperate. I let her hips dictate the pace of my fingers. Finally, when she was about to come, I pulled her head back hard, her eyes flew open, surprised, disoriented and then, she came. It was a spectacular sight.
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