“Sinnerman.” Nina Simone. Perfect.
Ana is watching me.
“Eyes down,” I warn, and she dutifully casts them to the floor.
I close my eyes. Every time she does as she’s told it’s music to my soul. I can’t get her to obey outside this room, but I’m going to take full advantage in here. I amble back to her and stand directly in front of her. “Legs. Wider.”
She shuffles and moves her thighs. I groan in approval, strip off my T-shirt, and toss it on the floor. Slowly I unbuckle my belt and pull it through the belt loops. Ana’s fingers flex on her thighs.
Is she wondering what I’m going to do with the belt?
Those days are over, Ana.
But, for maximum effect, I drop it and it clatters to the floor. She flinches at the sound.
Shit.
Reaching down, I caress her hair. “Hey, don’t sweat it, Ana.”
She gazes up at me, every bit a Dom’s wet dream, and I know my cock is bursting in anticipation. Taking my sweet time, I unbutton my fly and tug down the zipper while I tighten my hold on her hair. My intention is clear and she regards me with a look that could set me alight from head to foot, and I think that’s a good thing, because she opens her mouth, ready for me.
“No, not yet,” I whisper, and, still clutching her hair, I ease my hardened cock from my jeans and run my hand up and down the length. Her eyes do not leave mine. With my thumb, I rub the bead of dew that’s emerged, into the head, and run my hand along its length once again. I want nothing more than to take her mouth. But I want to make this moment last. “Kiss me,” I murmur.
Ana’s breasts are rising and falling faster. Her nipples pebbling under my gaze. She’s excited. She puckers her lips and presses them against my dick.
“Open up for me.”
She parts her lips and I ease myself into her warm, wet, willing mouth.
Fuck.
I ease back, then push my way in once more. This time she’s sheathed her teeth, so the effect is immediate as she sucks me in.
Oh, yes.
Groaning my approval, I grip her hair and move. Back. Forth. Fucking her mouth, and like the goddess she is…she takes me.
All of me.
Over and over. More and more. Deeper and deeper.
On and on. I lose myself in her wondrous mouth.
Fuck. I’m going to come. But I don’t care. I release her head and put my hand on the wall to keep me upright and I let go.
I cry out as my orgasm rolls through me in a rush and consumes me while Ana moves, gripping my thighs, taking all I have to give.
“I need you.” Nina rasps over the sound system, as I pull out of Ana’s mouth and lean against the wall to recover my equilibrium.
Ana peers up at me with a look of triumph. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and then licks her lips as I adjust myself and zip up my fly.
“A,” I whisper, and she smiles. I give her my hand. “Up.” I pull her into my arms and kiss her; pushing her against the wall and spilling all my gratitude into our kiss. She tastes of me and sweet Ana; it’s a provocative, potent mix.
When I pull back she’s winded, and her lips are a little swollen.
“That’s better.”
“Hmm…” she responds, the sound a deep, sexy noise in her throat.
I grin. “Now we’re going to have some real fun.” I lead her to the bed, where the harness is laid out. Now that I’ve come, I’m calmer, and so ready for part two. I look down at Ana, who is gazing at me expectantly. “As much as I love what you’re wearing, we need to get you naked.”
She hooks her finger into the waistband of my jeans. “And what about you?”
“All in good time, Miss Steele.”
She pushes her lower lip out in a moue and I gently take it between my teeth. “No pouting,” I whisper, and start unhooking the basque she’s wearing, freeing her beautiful breasts. Slowly, I peel her out of it. Once it’s off, I place it beside the harness.
“And now these.” Kneeling, I slide her panties gently down her legs, ensuring that my fingertips skate across her skin. When I reach her ankles I stop, and give her time to step out of them. I place them on top of her basque. “Hello there,” I address her vulva, and plant a kiss just above her clitoris.
She smirks, and I remember a time that a kiss on this part of her anatomy would make her fidget and blush.
Oh, Ana. We’ve come a long way.
Standing, I grab the harness. “This is like the parachute earlier today.”
“Where you got the idea?”
“Yes. Well, you gave me the idea. So, step in, here.” I hold the thigh straps open and Ana grabs on to my biceps and steps into one side and then the other. Once in, I hook the shoulder bindings over her shoulders and proceed to buckle all the straps. This includes the one across her chest, at her back, at her waist, and each of those around her upper arms.
I step back to admire my handiwork and my future wife.
Man, she looks hot.
Oh, Sinnerman, Nina sings.
“Feel okay?” I ask
She nods quickly, her eyes dark and full of carnal curiosity.
Oh, Ana. It gets better.
From the top of the drawers I grab the leather cuffs. I fasten them to each of her wrists and then hook their carabiners to the brass loops embedded in each of the upper arm cuffs. Ana’s hands are now tethered, level with her shoulders, and effectively immobile.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Yes,” she breathes.
Gently, I tug at one of the hooks embedded in the chest strap and lead Ana to the edge of the restraining system in the ceiling of the playroom. From above, I unhook the trapeze and tug it into position above Ana. From each end of the trapeze there are two short cords with carabiners at the end. I clip these to the hooks in her shoulder straps. She watches me intently as I complete the task.
She’s now hooked in place. Her feet flat on the floor. For now.
“So, the exciting feature of this device is that I can do this.” I step to the side and from the large brass cleat that’s attached to the wall, I unwind the cords that are secured to the trapeze via the restraining system. With both hands I tug, and Ana’s suddenly hoisted onto the balls of her feet. Ana gasps and totters from side to side and front and back, attempting to find her balance. I rewrap the cords around the cleat, leaving Ana dancing on the tips of her toes.
She’s helpless. And completely at my mercy.
It’s a thrilling thought and sight.