The footsteps are heard from one ear across to the other, until I hear the slow drag of a chair directly behind me. He sits in the old wooden chair and I hear it creak as He eases back.
“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” His words are growled, barely audible, and laced with mischievous appreciation.
I can tell he’s looking at my ass. I’ve never been comfortable with my butt. It’s not smaller like that of a slender supermodel. But Gavin has a very hard time keeping His hands off it. In fact, there have been times when he’s randomly texted me tiny poems about each of my body parts, particularly the ones I’m most self-critical of. From my belly to my butt, he’s wrapped each of my insecure features in a secure embrace of pleasing words. I’ve grown to love the little poems and respect my body more than I thought I ever could.
Gavin’s words and respect have brought me peace with my own doubts. For that, I will love Him back forever. For that, I surrender myself to His every quiet kink and desire. And because of how He’s transformed my confidence, I will never deny Him the sights He seeks, the touch He reaches for, and the warmth He values…all of them, mine.
Soon, my thoughts quieten to complete silence, and I feel extraordinarily naked, wearing only handcuffs, a tie around my eyes, and a choker around my neck.
Right about now, my Dom is likely admiring how (as he’s stated many times) the shape of my legs rise beautifully to meet the curve of my perfect round butt, a gentle divot at its center, having my legs spread open for Him to gorge on every inch of bare detail in between.
Seconds later I am right. He lifts from the chair and steps over to admire me up close. My sense of touch is amplified to the max… waiting for what seems like an eternity in darkness, for some indication of His presence. It is then that a single finger of His lands just behind my ankle and I flinch, every nerve on my body registering in unison, the indication of contact.
His finger, warm and direct, glides slow and erect up my leg. It trails up my calf, then edges the outside of my knee before grazing my outer thigh and finally edging ever so slowly over my one cheek, resting just above my tailbone.
Fuck! This man has a way with touch!
As His finger lifts from my body, it responds with an ache for more. Instantly, my core heats and my lips glisten with the desire to be played with. Touched. Kissed. Penetrated. Anything…
“Do you like my touch?” He voices, from behind.
“Yes.”
Suddenly, a hand lands across my butt.
“What’s that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better.”
He edges near me and I feel His digits graze my cheek. I love both sides of my fiancé. He is always sensitive, caring and gentle. But when we are connected like this, He has my permission to be forceful, and edge out the unexpected and unknown, for my immense pleasure.
His fingers continue to rub my soft skin until a single finger rests just outside my mouth.
“Open.”
I edge my lips and let His masterful finger enter. Eager to taste Him again, in my heightened state of emotion, I suckle His digit slow and sensuously, enjoying the simple yet powerful connection He brings me when we play sensory deprivation.
I never know what He will do next. And the fresh efforts Gavin puts into pleasing me is priceless.
“Alright. That’s enough. Time to relax you.”
A flurry of thoughts enters my mind once His finger slips from my mouth. There are so many ways He can have His way with me right now. But I always trust Him, both to be careful with me and to please me.
And the man always delivers.
Suddenly, I hear the squirt of massage oil hit His hands as He stands back up.
His hands soon land open-palmed on my upper arms, massaging the slight tension out of them caused by the restraint of the handcuffs. Slow and steady, His hands travel down my arms, past my elbows, kneading my wrists gingerly around the steel cuffs until He has my hands in his, rubbing the open palms of my hands with His talented fingertips.
My Dom moves from my hands up to my neck, rubbing the warm massage oil into every inch of skin. Breath by breath, I exhale, leading my body into a deeper state of relaxation. Gavin takes all the time He desires to make His way slowly down my spine until He reaches my spread globes. Every few seconds I feel a slight haste in His movements, but He slows His motions back down.
I know this sign very well.
It’s exactly how He responds whenever I tease Him to the point He can no longer control Himself around me. Knowing He is on the brink of ravaging me to His satisfaction is beyond hot. He drinks in my body with His eyes, and the beauty He’s professed to find in me makes me know He wants to binge on more.
Oh, the thoughts and words this man has shared with me… Yet, I know he’s trying His best to hold it together while pleasing me tonight…
His hands then leave me and He steps back.
“I have a new toy for you.”
Ohhh…. I’m curious if it’s the one I told Him I’d like to get next. The C-shaped one with twin motors I showed Him at the adult novelty store last week. It’s pink and pretty and…
Buzzz…
The low rumble of a vibrating motor cuts the silence in the room, and still blindfolded, I can’t see a thing. Suddenly, I feel the gentle touch of not one, but two points of pressure lightly press against the small of my back.
He remembered!
I feel the two smooth tips of the C-shaped vibrator trail down over my tailbone and disappear. My Dom is such a tease. He knows that I love touch. But to linger touch, then take it away, is torture!
Fuck!
His hand finds my tushy once again. He swirls His open palm about my cheeks, warming me, as if to warn more touch is on the way.
There I lay, secure under His presence, yet captive in the darkness of unknown, senses heightened amid fierce sexual tension, bearable by the state of relaxation at His hands and voice. The back and forth of His play upon me is pure mastery, yet insane.
My Dom’s hand creeps down between my spread legs, and suddenly cups my pussy and ass, issuing a firm squeeze, almost lifting me off the bed as His hand applies greedy pressure to my most wet and sensitive core.
Arhhh…Fuck!
“Please. Sir.”
Gavin softens His grip and oscillates His fingers, back and forth, on my clit, nudging me into a climb that will see me coming apart sooner than later at His command.
A satisfied giggle leaves the pit of His lungs and rumbles lowly behind me. He knows I am primed and ready.
The sound of the vibrator draws close, trailing up my inner thigh, electrifying my nerves to the point I can’t hide the tremble in my legs. I try desperately to calm my body with slow, deep breaths and wait…
Finally, the new toy slips inside me, edging slowly into place. One half of it nestles neatly in my pussy, delivering perfect pulses of arousal against my inner wall, not far from my G-spot. The other end rests firmly outside, against my clit, its soft pulsating lobe tickling me with a relentless enthusiasm.
Oh. My. God!
This toy. My bound position. My Dom’s hands. This will all be my end tonight! A perfectly devised scene of submission to relax me, then a slow build to forced orgasm. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to maintain control of myself…
And seconds later, the blissful climb gets real.
If my toy isn’t enough to blaze a trail toward my release, Gavin helps lead me there with His skillful hands. With oiled palms, He once again connects with me, starting at the soles of my feet, trailing a single finger along each foot, tickling me.