He pulls back and quickly laces my mouth with a single quick kiss, making me lean forward and leaves me hanging for more.
That was naughty.
Gavin’s teases have begun, whisking away His romantic side and leaving in its place an edgier Dominant, eager to ruffle up my curiosities and inhibitions with more brash mental foreplay.
“This way,” He growls, pointing to the doorway between our bedroom and washroom.
I come to stand in front of Him and His eyes stare down for a moment before extending His hand for mine. I take hold and He helps me to my knees. At a new vantage point, I can see the top of His jeans, held in place by a snugly fitted black leather belt. As He unbuckles it, I can’t help but reach for the top of His pants, ready to pull them down and take Him in my mouth.
“No, baby,” He responds sternly, pushing my hands away. “It is not about me today.”
Gavin paces backwards and continues to slide the belt from His pant loops. He folds the belt over, keeping the buckle buried in His hand and steps behind me. Amid the silence, He winds up, and lands the belt across my warm cheeks with a snap, making me flinch giddily. I bite my lip knowing my Dom is up to no good.
He steps away and a drawer slides open. From it, I hear a clang, and suddenly, He falls to His knees behind me with a thud. Seconds later, my arms are no longer at my sides. Instead, they have been placed behind my back, drawn close together, and the slow ratcheting clinks of steel handcuffs secure my wrists just above my tailbone.
Gavin gets up and slowly steps around me, staring me down with a playful yet sinister grin. From behind His person, He reveals my black suede collar, the one He chose for me when we entered the lifestyle, and dangling at its center chrome loop, he has latched the key to the handcuffs. He leans forward and gently secures the collar around my neck and steps back for a moment, evaluating my acceptance.
Gavin then grabs a fistful of my hair and forcefully ravages my lips with His, anchoring me in place.
“That’s better. Now, I will take a shower. You will stay here until I am done. Then I will move you onto the bed and take care of you.”
“Yes, Sir.” A smile lines my reply as I watch Him turn about and remove His pants before stepping into the shower.
Kneeling there isn’t easy while He washes. As the clouds of steam cling to the stall glass I feel myself get wet watching His hands lather every inch of muscle on His body. The voyeur in me wants to see more, but the lover in me wants Him out of that shower and against my willing body.
His shower takes longer than I can stand to wait for, but soon the taps are closed. Gavin’s tall frame steps out of the shower and He reaches for a towel. Drying himself off, He not once looks at me… part of His tease, as Dom. And it’s working far too well. Being confined to a kneeling position, just a few feet away from a tasty physique is torture. But the only think keeping me patient is knowing just how much he’s confessed to adoring me and my curves since the first time He laid eyes on me.
What a handsome man, both inside and out. And finally, He approaches.
Coming to stand mere inches from me, I lift my head to His content gesture.
“Good girl. You’ve waited just like I asked…” My Dom continues to dry himself off, finishing at His arms and broad shoulders.
I lower my head and lock eyes on His cock. Instantly, I imagine it inside me, working me over until I moan and come. But soon, He towels off His crotch without letting me get close enough for a taste.
“Here,” He whispers. “I missed a spot.” Gavin cradles His hand around the back of my head and very gently leads me forward toward the spot just below His abs and above His cock, right in the middle of that extraordinary “V” of sculpted muscle that marks the sides of His waist.
My tongue slides out and licks the last few drops of water off His body.
Mmmm. His taste. The blissful texture of virile skin with a hint of sandalwood body wash. I slowly lap up the last few spots of wetness from below His abs, all the while wanting more than anything to visit the several inches right below my chin that are still covered with His towel.
Bastard tease.
“Enough. On your feet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I rise to a standing position and He tosses the towel over the shower stall glass.
There he exists, in handsome form, from His neatly kept beard to His wonderfully defined legs and everything in between.
Gavin teases me by leaning in, making me beg to feel the touch of His skin. But instead of a kiss, His lips edge close to my ear and grunt a query with a low rumble.
“Are you ready?”
Before I can answer, a warm hand grazes my belly and slithers down to my core, cupping my glistening pussy. I keep my head down, my cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and guilt. But when I see Gavin smile out of the corner of my eye, a tiny grin comforts me.
“This way.”
Gavin points to our bed and watches as I turn and pace over. I can feel His eyes coat my naked body with greedy intent. Before turning to head to the bed, I catch sight of His cock, stiff and ready to be put to use. But if I remember correctly, Gavin said he’d be focussing on me tonight.
I wonder just how He will be doing that…
“On the bed.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I crawl onto the bed, balancing carefully near its edge on my knees, my arms still imprisoned behind me.
“Good,” my Dom assures. He disappears into our walk-in closet and moments later returns with a silver necktie in hand. I remember getting Him that necktie for His birthday. He told me it became His favorite because later the night of His birthday I gave myself to him, and we made love well into the night on this bed.
“Tonight, is all about you, sweet,” Gavin whispered, standing just behind me on the bed, my ankles dangling off the edge. “Tonight, I will tease your senses, and take away every worry and concern that plagued you. Tonight, I will bring you a tranquil subspace, where you can be free from any obligation, and find the perfect release.”
I return a slow nod, ready to obey His direction, eager to surrender myself to my incredibly sensual Dom.
Seconds later, I see two hands lower in front of my head, slowly drawing His silver tie across my eyes. He secures it gently behind my head and soon darkness blankets my sight. Having one of my senses disabled immediately heightens the others, and my body instinctively finds itself in a state of tension and curiosity.
“Humble position.”
As soon as I hear the command, I sit back on my calves and await His assistance. Soon, I feel the strength of his touch grasp my shoulders and lower me forward onto the bed. My senses magnify once again, feeling the uneasy sensation of falling forward at a snail’s pace. Carefully, Gavin rests me chest-down on our bed, the feel of soft, familiar linens comforting my body. He helps my head to the side for comfort and I wriggle about to get relaxed.
“Beautiful.”
The utterance of a single word, and I know my Dom is pleased thus far. I now lay in Humble position for him, chest down, ass up, legs spread slightly, and wrists restrained behind my back for added allure.
I hear Him pace around the bed, likely scanning my naked body at all angles. Gavin has mentioned to me countless times how pretty He finds me, whether dressed up, chilling in pyjamas, or in the nude. Knowing how much He loves me just the way I am gives me the confidence to believe in myself when I feel inadequate. His words have always soothed me. His shows of affection…the little gestures at random times of the day, have shown me that I’m someone he’s in a constant state of admiration with. And I know it so much, that it’s had me believe in myself to no end!