Dinner for One

Literotic asexstories – Dinner for One by BonnieCampbell,BonnieCampbell
Adrian got home from work at 6:45pm. The first thing he saw as he came through the door was the candle, burning brightly in its glass jar on the hall table where he usually put his keys, and straightaway he knew he was in for an evening of arousal, sex and — if he was really lucky — an orgasm at the end of it.

The candle had first appeared like this several years ago, on the anniversary of when Adrian and Isobel got married. Its aroma had been alluring when he’d come in through the door and saw it for the first time, even though he didn’t realise what it signified at that point. When they’d married, the wedding venue had been filled with candles and the scent had enchanted them both. He hadn’t realised that Isobel had spent weeks tracking down the specific brand and ordering a stock of them. He hadn’t known any of that, when the candle was first waiting for him on the hall table — he’d only known that its perfume triggered memories of joy, love, and wildly enthusiastic sex.

That first time, a note had been propped up against the glass jar, in Isobel’s handwriting. “Go straight to the bathroom,” it had said. “Shower, shampoo, and shave, face and groin. Put on everything that’s on the bed, and nothing else. Join me in the living room when you’re done. You have thirty minutes from when you opened the door.” Adrian had given a surprised grunt, and then followed the instructions to the letter. What had followed had been spectacular.

Since then, the candle had appeared on random occasions, with instructions, and Isobel had deigned to accept his servitude while he did his best to please and pleasure her. Isobel always made sure she came at least once, and often more than once. Adrian delighted in seeing his lovely wife in the throes of an orgasm, knowing he’d given her such pleasure — it made him feel like he’d earned his own climax, at the end of the night. But sometimes, he succeeded too well, and Isobel was too worn out to return the favour; on such occasions, Adrian lay beside his gently snoring wife, frustrated — but smugly satisfied, all the same.

More recently, the note had just said, “You know what to do. Thirty minutes. Don’t be late.”

This time, there wasn’t even a note. Adrian saw the candle, in its jar by itself, and headed straight upstairs to begin.

After shaving and cleansing himself appropriately, Adrian towelled off, rubbing his scruffy, sandy-coloured hair dry before giving it a quick comb. On the bed, placed neatly in the middle of the duvet, he found a Chippendales-style white collar-and-bow-tie affair, with matching cuffs, some cologne and a cock cage. This time, it was one of the stainless steel ones; naturally, there was no key with it. While he was snapping everything into place, he noticed the restraining straps on the mattress, just visible where they disappeared under the duvet.

As usual, the hardest part of “dressing” was the cage, and Adrian struggled to get his somewhat excited member through the metal ring and into the sleeve of the cage. Once he snapped the padlock shut, he spent his remaining few minutes trying to redistribute his compressed shaft throughout the sleeve so that the skin wasn’t bunched tightly anywhere; he didn’t want pinching later. Once ready, he slapped on some of the cologne, and went back down the stairs with two minutes to spare.

His wife Isobel was waiting in the living room, as promised. lounging in one of their armchairs. She was dressed in her light summer robe and cream-coloured high-heel shoes. She was reading something on her tablet. She looked up as he entered, and then checked the time.

“Cutting it close, I see,” she said, archly, while she smiled at him. “But you’ve avoided a punishment this time. Let’s have a look at you.” She beckoned him closer, so that she could examine the quality of trimming around the cage. He stood in front of her, hands behind his back, for inspection. He had an excellent view of her wonderful cleavage. A small, silver key dangled from a silver chain between her breasts.

“Hmm. I suppose it’ll do,” she said. She kept stroking his testicles, and touching the small patches of skin reachable through the cage. Adrian shivered in pleasure. “This, however, is not nearly good enough. I want you harder than that.” She playfully swatted the front of the cage, as she stood.

She tapped at her tablet, and music started playing from the audio system, a sensual R’n’B beat. Adrian watched Isobel as she began to move to the music.

Isobel was slightly taller than Adrian, especially in her high heels. She had a thin, muscular body. They were both in their thirties — Adrian early thirties, while Isobel was a couple of years older — and they were tall and skinny, with reasonable fitness for their age. In Adrian’s case, it was because he was a climber; scampering up rock faces (real or artificial) gave him a wiry, taut physique. In Isobel’s case, it was because she was a dancer. They were both amateurs, but each devoted a couple of evenings a week to their hobbies, and over the years that had shaped them.

Adrian would describe himself as “average-looking”, with his boring sandy hair that never behaved, though Isobel found him attractive. “A rugged, weathered, rogue,” was how she put it. Isobel had one of those long faces that, at rest, would not go beyond “pretty” — especially with her long, wavy hair that always gave the impression it had been raining recently. But photos did not do her justice — it was when she moved that she took Adrian’s breath away. Isobel had a natural grace greatly enhanced by her long years of dance, and whenever she walked past, heads turned to follow. Her face was, weirdly, the same: her expressions brought it to life, with her twinkling eyes and her mischievous smile.

Those eyes held his, now, as her hips swayed to the music, and she approached him, intent written all over her face. Her robe, cream like her shoes, was belted at the waist and reached just past her hips. Its movement emphasised hers, captivating him. Then her hands were on him, on his shoulders first, before moving them down over his upper arms and onto his chest, feeling his abs. She closed in on him, sliding her body over his. Adrian could dance — in truth, he wasn’t all that bad — but he always felt like a lump next to Isobel, and he struggled to match her elegance. He had no problem matching her rhythm, though — his body couldn’t resist.

She used her body to excite his, always touching him sensuously, grinding her sex or her butt into his cage, or stepping away and bending at the waist, showing him those long, long legs, with the robe just giving a hint of what lay beneath. Finally, she dropped in front of him, knees wide, grasping his testicles in one hand and the cage in the other, as she licked along his length again and again, as the track ended.

By now, Adrian was straining, his penis filling the cage as it fought for erection.

Isobel looked at it in satisfaction. “Much better,” she said approvingly, as she stood. “I think I would like a drink. I’ll have a martini, please.” She sat back down in her chair.

HIs member bulging within its cage, Adrian went through to the kitchen to collect a glass of ice, and soon he was back in the living room, presenting Isobel with her beverage.

She sipped. “Mmm,” she said. “That’s nice.” She placed the glass on her side table, and stood. “Turn around. Hands behind your back,” she told him, as she removed the belt from her gown. Adrian obeyed, and in a moment she had his wrists lightly bound. “Okay,” said, as she sat back down again and picked up her drink. “You know what to do.”

Adrian did. He turned, taking in for a moment the glorious sight of Isobel sprawled back in the armchair, her gown open to reveal nothing beneath, her butt scooted forward to the edge of the seat and her legs spread wide for him. Her mound was freshly waxed, and completely smooth.

He knelt down on one knee, and then the other, and leaned into her sex, careful to keep his balance with his hands tied behind him. He worked his way up her inner thighs and around her pubic region with kisses, gently caressing with his lips, before he began to focus on her outer labia. He ran his tongue along their length, nuzzling in with his nose. He teased open the inner labia, granting him access, and pushed his tongue in. He ran it up and down her hips, before moving up to her clitoris…

***

Isobel watched Adrian go down on her, martini in hand. She ran her fingers of her other hand through his light, scruffy hair, offering positive encouragement through gentle moans when he got it right, and minor corrections when he went off piste. Truth be told, Adrian was not great at cunnilingus, but he was enthusiastic, and she could usually get over the edge — and she did love the attention.

Generally, theirs was a marriage of equals; domination only came into it in their sex life, and then only occasionally. Adrian had confessed that he liked the idea of surrendering, and being used for her pleasure from time to time, and Isobel had expressed matching desires — both to have him as her toy to exploit with wild abandon, and to give herself over to her husband to be used in hedonistic escapades. But only, they both agreed, just a little bit. They’d been on holiday to BDSM, as it were, and bought the t-shirt, but neither would want to live there.

So sometimes when she was feeling horny, Isobel would surprise Adrian with the candle and an evening of domination, where she made sure he brought her to orgasm at least twice, and she kept him as excited as she could throughout, before finally granting him release. In general, they’d been very enjoyable evenings for both of them, though there had been the occasional cancellation: Isobel had made plans and arrangements and taken the time to pamper herself beforehand, only to find that Adrian had had a terrible day at work, or his evening schedule was suddenly booked with work calls or he had a surprise critical presentation to an important client first thing, and he had to work all night to prepare. But these were rare. Mostly, when Isobel set out the candle, she and Adrian both experienced a highly enjoyable evening. But Isobel wasn’t fooling herself — her using her husband for her pleasure was more for his benefit than hers. It was his fantasy she was fulfilling. And she really enjoyed all the attention, of course. But she did try to make Adrian got the most out of it, by keeping him aroused as much as she could while she exploited him. She hoped she was fulfilling his dreams. She’d read a lot of femdom erotica, and knew Adrian had, too. And she’d been wondering whether her husband wanted more. Perhaps he did, but was reticent about asking.

For this evening’s session, she’d spent several weeks thinking about it, planning the sequence of events, tweaking little details in her mind in order to make things go as smoothly as possible; she didn’t want to kill the mood by having to search through drawers for something that was right there only just yesterday, or to have toy batteries run out just two minutes into use. She’d made sure things were to hand in the dining room and bedroom, and had Adrian’s “outfit” already set aside so that she could put it on the bed as soon as she heard the shower start. She’d booked a waxing, and she’d made sure to get home early so that she could also shower, put on some subtly seductive make-up, and be ready waiting to light the candle as soon as she heard the car in the drive-way. She’d distracted herself, during the wait, by walking through the evening’s plans in her mind, and imagining Adrian’s responses, so she’d already had one orgasm before he came in through the front door.

And now she was building up to her second climax. Adrian’s face glistened with her juices, and her breath was quickening. She took one last sip of the martini before putting it back down on the side table; it wouldn’t do to spill it over the carpet while she was coming. “That’s it,” she told him, placing her other hand on his head, too. “Right there. Keep going like that. Mmmm, yes. Mmmm. Nearly…. Nearly… God, yes!” Isobel pulled him tight against her, squeezing his head with her thighs, pushing her stomach forward and arching her back, bridging across the armchair for a few seconds, before collapsing back onto it. Bit by bit, the climax subsided, and she eased off; she was vaguely aware of Adrian gasping for breath.

“Good boy….” she said, short of breath herself. “Good boy.” After a moment, she opened her eyes again and looked at him. “Thank you, that was perfect. Stand up.”

Adrian stood, a little unsteadily, getting up on one knee then the other. She reached out and handled his balls and cage, pleased to see that he was still solidly filling the cage. “Good boy,” she repeated, a little breathily. “Turn around.” She released his hands; Adrian immediate stretched his shoulders and neck, now that he wasn’t likely to overbalance.

She nodded her head towards the other side of the room, where a side table had an ornate wooden fruit bowl they’d brought back from holiday one year. “In the fruit bowl over there you’ll find several envelopes,” she told him. “Pick one of them at random and bring it over to me.”

Adrian obeyed her instructions, picking one of the small brown envelopes and handing it to her. She placed it on the side table next to her glass.

“You may now prepare dinner,” she told him, picking up her drink again. “You’ll find the recipe in the kitchen.” She took a sip from the glass. “Just one place setting at the table, please. You’ll be serving me, so you will be eating later.”

She waited until he was gone, and then collapsed back into the armchair, letting out a long breath. It had been a good orgasm, and she wanted nothing more than to curl up in his loving arms for a bit. But she had to be in control and present him with the command and charisma he longed to experience. She greatly enjoyed these occasional evenings, but Isobel had no desire to extend her control any further — it was exhausting being the dominant one! How on earth did people do this all the time? But even so, if Adrian wanted more, she was willing to provide it, on occasion. If he let her know about it, of course. Hence her plan for this evening.

She settled down with her drink and her tablet, and continued reading the erotica she’d downloaded, keeping herself nicely in the mood while she waited for dinner.

***

Adrian had noticed the folder on the working top when he’d fixed Isobel’s drink, so he was not surprised to find that it contained the recipe for tonight’s dinner. This evening, Isobel had chosen a light crab and avocado salad, with chilli and lime. She’d made notes on the printed-out recipe, indicating that he would find the ingredients in the fridge, already prepared and measured out. He didn’t have to do much more than mix things. This was typical for these sessions: although Isobel liked it when he took care to prepare a memorable meal for the two of them, tonight wasn’t about the food, but about him assembling it and serving it on command, and then waiting on his wife. A long time in the kitchen would give his penis time to relax, and Isobel would want him still excited when he returned. Plus, he knew that his wife wouldn’t want a heavy meal weighing her down when she still had lots of sex planned.

At least, he hoped she still had lots of sex planned.

It wasn’t long before Adrian stepped back into the living room to inform his Mistress for the evening that dinner was served. Isobel got to her feet in a leisurely way, and gracefully drifted through into the dining room, carrying her tablet in one hand and the envelope he’d picked out in the other, the empty martini glass left behind.

In the dining room, he’d laid out one place setting at the head of the table, as instructed. There was a single knife and fork, a single wine glass, and a single cloth napkin, elegantly folded; when Isobel had first had him act as her waiter, she’d told him to “make the dining room look nice.” The next day, he’d spent several hours following a YouTube video on napkin-folding again and again, so that he was better able to carry out that instruction in future, and he’d long since mastered the technique.

Speaking of making the room look nice, there was a single tall candle burning in the middle of the table, there were LED fairy lights strategically placed around the room in glass jars, and he’d turned the overhead light down to the lowest setting on the dimmer.

He saw her take the room in, in a single sweeping glance, and then give a single nod of approval.

Adrian pulled out her chair for her, and helped her sit, before unfurling the napkin with a snap of his wrist and draping it over her lap.

‘Thank you,” she told him. “I’d like a glass of white, please. There’s a bottle chilling in the fridge.”

As instructed, Adrian fetched the bottle and poured a small quantity into the glass; Isobel quickly indicated with her hand that that was plenty.

Returning the bottle to the fridge, Adrian bought out her crab salad, placing the plate in front of her. His own plate was in the fridge for now.

“Thank you,” she said. “I want you to wait on me. Stand there.” She pointed at the floor just to the side of her.

Isobel set up her tablet in front of her so that she could continue reading and took a sip of wine. She lifted her fork with one hand and began nibbling at the salad, while with the other hand, she reached out and took hold of his testicles, massaging them.

Adrian groaned as she squeezed his balls lightly, but she kept her attention on her food, and on whatever she was reading. She played with him for a while with one hand, not even looking in his direction, keeping him straining within the cage.

Eventually, she turned to him. “More wine please,” she said, releasing his balls.

Penis as stiff as it could be in its cage, Adrian went back to the kitchen, retrieved the bottle, put another splash of white in the glass, and put the bottle back. Isobel wanted smaller glasses, he knew, so that she could ask for refills more often.

Once he was back in position, waiting on her, she told him to turn around so that he was facing away. Now she reached between his legs and fondled him some more, before pausing. Nothing happened for a while, and then he felt a jolt as something started buzzing, right on his perineum. She’d had a small wand or bullet vibrator in her gown pocket! He could hear her still munching through the salad while she moved the device around his balls, and against the underside of his constrained member. He shuddered, eyes closed.

Throughout the meal, Isobel kept Adrian quivering with excitement, and pre-come leaked from the tip of the cage onto the carpet; he’d need to clear that up, later. She kept him near to orgasm, but it wasn’t enough to tip him over the edge.

Then he heard a clink, as she placed the fork on the empty plate, and he heard her lift the glass and place it back down on the table after draining it.

Standing, she took hold of his cage, and set off in the direction of their bedroom, dragging him by his — or her — cock.

***

Isobel had to let Adrian go as she made her way up the stairs ahead of him, but she knew he’d be looking up her short gown and seeing her nakedness beneath, so that was just as good.

In the bedroom, she instructed him to lie on his back, spreadeagled as usual. The restraints were already in place beneath the covers, so it was a moment’s work to get him tied down, arms and legs spread.

It was often the case that, after some teasing to keep him excited for a while, she would sit on his face for a bit before finally taking off the cage so that he could have his own orgasm. Two or more for her, just one for him, in keeping with his desire to be used for her pleasure for the evening.

But Isobel didn’t want to get too predictable, so she had a little surprise in store for Adrian this time.

***

After she fastened the last cuff, Isobel stalked around the edge of the bed, trailing her fingertips along his naked body, making Adrian shiver.

“Mmm,” she said. “Much as I love having own personal boy-toy at my beck and call, I have to admit that I do like seeing you tied down like this and at my mercy. I can tease and torment you to my heart’s desire and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Adrian quivered with arousal.

Isobel held eye contact while she slowly undid the belt of the gown and peeled it from her shoulders, to stand naked before him, in all her dancer’s glory.

Adrian watched, his heart in his mouth, as she crawled onto the bed and made her way slowly towards him on all-fours.

“I want to see that tongue. I want you to put it to good use.” She arranged herself above his face. “And I’d make the most of this opportunity if I were you,” she told him. “Once you’ve made me come again, I think I’d like to gag you for a while.”

Adrian just had time to take in what she’d said before she lowered herself onto him. He started to go to work.

He didn’t waste any time, plunging his tongue into her as far as he could, before running it along the length of her vulva to find her clitoris. He was soon slathered in fluid, from his own saliva and from her excitement. He sucked and nibbled at her nub, as Isobel moved her hips, grinding against him. He’d had plenty of time to learn what she enjoyed, and he put it all into practice. He went slowly at first, with long, deliberate movements and curling circles. Sometimes, he’d pause, heightening her pleasure through anticipation. He used the lightest of touches for a bit, until she pushed herself against him, demanding more pressure. Eventually, he began to build up the pace, and he worked his tongue inside her, until she moved to position her clitoris over his mouth. Adrian got the message. He flickered his tongue back and forth over it, and soon she was whimpering with pleasure as the climax thundered through her. Her fingers dug into his skin, gripping him tightly as she shuddered, her orgasm turning into a series of progressively weaker spasms as she sank down onto his body, spent.

Isobel lay still on him for a while before relaxing. Adrian waited, trying to be patient. Typically, Isobel would demand two orgasms from him, so that she had two to his one — it was supposed to be about her pleasure, after all — but sometimes she wanted more. He was hoping he’d provided sufficient service for this evening. He really enjoyed being her fuck-toy, but he was ready for the cage to be removed so that he could come, now.

Isobel stirred. She slid off him, moving with effortless grace and minimal effort, to stand beside the bed. “Mmm,” she purred, stroking his abdomen. “That was lovely, thank you. Now then–” She opened the bedside cabinet and retrieved the ball-gag she’d mentioned. She gave him an arch look. “Open.”

Adrian obediently received the ball into his mouth, and Isobel tightened the strap behind his head. Wearing the gag for a short while along with the restraints added extra spice.

Once it was in place, Isobel retrieved her larger wand and put it on the bed, then she climbed up and straddled him, so that she was astride Adrian’s hips, facing him in classic woman-on-top pose. She leaned forward to put her hands on his chest, supporting herself as she rubbed her sex along his cage. He could just feel some faint sensations, where her soft tissue touched his swollen member through the bars.

“You’ve been a very good boy, haven’t you?” She leaned back again, and reached behind her to squeeze his testicles. “I bet you’re all pent up now, and ready for your turn.”

Yes please.

“I expect you’re wondering how things are going to play out for you tonight,” she said, in a sultry voice. Her eyes smouldered as she looked at him. “How I’m going to make you come.”

Adrian’s money was on a straight fuck, then a hand-job. Isobel usually liked some penetration, and she hadn’t had anything inside her yet, apart from Adrian’s tongue. Sometimes, she simply rode him until he came, but there was something different, more demanding about her mood tonight, and he guessed she’d want to be more in control of his orgasm, and that she’d want to watch his face as he came. It was all good, but he guessed that she’d ride him until he was nearly ready, then finish him off with her hand.

Isobel ground herself against his cage a couple more times, and added “Where I’m going to make you come.” Still grinding, she lightly touched her fingers to the tip of her tongue, between slightly parted lips, and then cupped her mound, letting out a soft “Oh!” each time. And then, to his surprise, she reached around behind her, touching herself again once more. “Oh!”.

Adrian blinked. Was she planning anal tonight? That would certainly account for her different mood. His penis strained a little harder in response to this thought.

Isobel leaned forward. The key dangled from her neck and tickled his chest as the chain pooled on his pecs. Her breasts touched his as she placed her lips right next to his ear. “If I’ll let you come,” she whispered.

Wait, what?

She straightened up again, hands still on his chest, and looked down at him, a mischievous smile on her face. “You knew I had the key when you locked the cage,” she said.

That sounds ominous…

“How tonight ends for you has already been decided.” She leaned over and picked up the envelope. “Shall we find out what you’ve picked?” She opened it, partially slid out the piece of paper it contained, and looked at it. “Huh,” she said to herself quietly. Then she looked at Adrian, and a slow, sly smile emerged.

She ran her hands up and down his chest, her fingernails teasing him lightly. “I expect you’d like to know what it says? Well, I could tell you, but where’s the fun in that? You’ll find out soon enough. In the meantime, I think I need another orgasm.”

She put the envelope to the side and picked up the larger wand instead, and began buzzing it over her clitoris, while she ground herself along his cage.

As he watched his wife, Adrian wondered what was going to happen. He’d read a bunch of stories involving chastity; quite a few of them involved the female partner deciding that the cage was going to stay on much longer than the male protagonist had planned. That didn’t appeal to him at all; it was fun to play around with the cage for a few hours, but he certainly wasn’t interested in it as a lifestyle.

Some stories involved the guy climaxing while still wearing the cage, a vibrator buzzing on his balls and cage. That could be okay, Adrian thought; it wasn’t something they’d done before, but he’d be willing to try it.

Then some of the other stories came to mind. Oh god. Please not a strap-on. Not that.

Isobel was working her way up. She’d been looking down at him at first, smiling, but as passion took her, she closed her eyes and focused on her own pleasure. She was still moving her hips back and forth, rocking on his cage. Adrian was getting a little bit of sensation, but nowhere near enough to get him off. He tried moving his hips to match her motions. He saw her open her eyes, for a moment, an amused look on her face, and then she shut her eyes again.

She was getting worked up, now. He could tell from her expressions. There wasn’t much more he could do to help her along; he was just a passenger, almost a prop. But god, it was hot to watch. There was nothing that turned him on more than seeing his wife orgasm. As her climax hit, she threw her head back and let out a long moan that came from deep within. She held the wand tightly against her mound, her arms straining. Adrian watched her, wishing he was in her right now, reaching his own climax, but he could only look on. Finally, the last wave passed, and she let her head and shoulders droop.

More time passed, then Isobel lifted her face to him again, pushing her hair out of her eyes, a content look on her face.

“Wow,” she said. “Good job, Isobel. How was it for you, honey?”

“Mmfff!” Adrian said, eloquently.

She nodded. “Thought as much. Right, then!” Her eyes flashed with a combination of excitement and suppressed mirth. She got off him and moved backwards, kneeling between his spread legs. At least she hasn’t gotten up to pull out a strap-on, Adrian thought to himself. Not yet, anyway, a voice at the back of his head added.

She bent her head forward and licked along the length of the cage, making him shiver. He could feel the touch of her tongue through the small gaps in the bars. She squeezed and caressed his testicles as she shifted to take the tip of the cage into her mouth, and he groaned. He was desperate to be fully erect, to feel her on him properly. He jumped as he both felt and heard the buzz of the wand as she turned it on, while it was pushed against the front of his balls, and then began working it forwards and backwards. It felt really good, and as it continued, Adrian began to wonder if this was how Isobel was planning to finish him off. Could he come like this, he wondered? He began squeezing, trying to make himself as erect as he could be, as if he were close to coming. He had to admit, the thought of Isobel making him come like this was a turn-on — he just wasn’t sure if he could get there. She worked at him for a while, using her hands and mouth and the wand on both the cage and on his testicles, and all the time he was close, just not close enough.

She sucked on the cage, passing a small amount of sensation to his desperate penis, and then there was a click, and a moment later he felt the cage removed from his penis.

Oh thank god for that.

Isobel turned off the wand and stroked his shaft; almost immediately, he was at full erection, and she began to wank him in earnest. It felt so good. He opened his eyes briefly to take in the sign of his wife, her eyes alight with excitement, her taut body glistening with a sheen of perspiration. She jerked him with her right hand, and fingered his balls with her other hand. The key dangled between her breasts, dancing at the end of its chain as she worked him.

And then she stopped.

Adrian let out a groan of frustration through the gag. What the hell? She sat back on her heels, a smile on her face. “Shhh,” she said, a finger to her lips. “Don’t worry. We’re not done yet.” She put her hands on his calves and ran them up his legs and back, stretching like a cat. “In fact, if I were you, I’d settle in and get comfy. We could be here a while.”

Hey, he complained. It came out as “Mmmm!”

“Don’t look at me like that,” she told him. “I’m not the one who picked the envelope.”

I didn’t know what was in them, he thought frantically. “Mmmf!”

“Now be quiet for a moment and listen,” Isabel said. “You’re not done making choices yet. You have two options available to you. Listen to both and think before you answer.”

Now what?

She idly flexed her fingers on his legs, as she spoke. “Option one: if you’re not into this, you can tap out now. I’ll undo the restraints and leave you alone, and you can finish yourself off, if that’s what you want.”

That did not sound appealing, Adrian thought.

Isobel started stroking his testicles again, causing his erection to jerk. “And behind door number two: we keep going, and you trust that I know what I’m doing and that it’ll be pleasurable.” She ran her finger up the length of his penis, along the underside. He shivered and groaned.

“So tell me, sweetie,” she asked quietly, in a voice like honey as she gently stroked his shaft, “which is it going to be? Shall we stop here?”

Adrian really didn’t want her to stop. He shook his head.

“You want me to keep going?”

He nodded.

“I’m so very pleased to hear that,” she said. “So on we go. And it will be pleasurable. Of course,” she added, a gleam in her eye, “I didn’t say who for.”

She gave him just enough time to think, wait what? before she bowed her head, taking him into her mouth and proceeding to give him a blow-job that took all doubts away. He was quickly back to full hardness, and she released him with a pop, and continued to stroke him. Adrian was getting close and, now that she was just using her hand again, he began to wonder about her comment. Was she going to edge him again? And again and again and….? She’d implied that they would not be finishing soon — meaning that Adrian would not be finishing soon. But she was taking him closer and closer and it felt so good and he was silently praying that she’d take him over the edge and–

–and then he was coming, and Isobel was still pumping him, working his shaft as he tensed, straining hard against the restraints as he orgasmed. His breath stopped for a long while as the force of the wave took him, and then he let out a long moan through the ball-gag, before collapsing back onto the bed, spent. Isobel still stroked his shaft for a short while, playing with his balls, before excusing herself to go clean her hands.

Adrian lay back, in a haze, grateful and relieved that she had delivered the climax he’d wanted. But lying there, waiting to be released, he realised he was also faintly disappointed that she’d brought it to an end so quickly after promising a protracted session. He’d read about edging, and how it was supposed to enhance the eventual orgasm. He wondered about proposing that Isobel try that, one evening. Within reason, of course; he wouldn’t want to prolong it for too long.

Yes, he thought to himself. He definitely needed to talk to Isobel about that, once she came back.

***

It didn’t take Isobel long to clean up, but she made a detour before returning to free her husband. She was happy to let him stew for a short time. She poured herself another glass of wine, and sat down to drink it, reflecting on the evening, satisfied. When she thought he’d waited long enough and she’d given him enough time to reflect on what he could have experienced, she picked up the glass to carry back to the bedroom. And on the way, she collected the envelopes, to put them all away. She put them in her desk drawer and, before locking it, she also added the envelope Adrian had selected — which, like all the others, contained a piece of paper that was entirely blank.