Authors: Selena Kitt
“Where are you going?” He asked.
I turned at the doorway, meeting his
gaze. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”
The deep emerald satin slip felt good
on my hot aching skin. I grabbed a satin slash off one of the bathrobes hanging
in my closet and crossed the threshold, dangling it in a grand spectacle as I
entered the room. “Blind fold.” I said to his questioning eyes.
He raised his eyebrows. “You’re
kidding.”
“Does that bother you?”
His eyes darted from me to the fabric
in my hand, undecided on how to answer. “Kinky as hell, but honestly, the
practical application makes me nervous.”
“I promise I won’t bite.”
The smile betrayed him. Kinky won out.
I folded the sash in half, kneeling
over him again and quickly tying it in place, blinding him. I had to take a
deep breath to keep my hands from shaking with anticipation as I slid them down
his chest, tracing his skin from nipple to belly button, sinking lower until I
reached his belt buckle. He inhaled as I ran my finger along the waistband,
teasing, playing him like a concert violin.
The jeans peeled off along with his
underwear and I took a moment to relish him. My heart pumped in my chest
bringing heat to every crevice of my skin. I ran my hands up his legs. “What
exactly do you want me to do?”
“You already know what I want.”
I straddled him, the satin of my slip,
grazing his skin as I leaned over, flicking his lips with my tongue. An idea
shot into my head, one that would turn the kink up a notch “Hot or cold?” I
whispered in his ear, sliding my tongue along the line of his neck I craved. The
move I didn’t do in the office, elicited the response I thought it would.
“Jesus.” A whisper and his chest and
arms broke out in vague bumps — the result of the chills I sent through him.
“Hot or cold?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you want hot or cold?” I teased,
moving down to kiss his chest.
“Hot.”
“Hot it is. I’ll be right back.” I
hopped off the bed, leaving him tied and blind.
He let out an exasperated laugh. “Hey,
where you going?” He called as I descended the stairs. “Heidi?”
It only took a couple seconds to heat
up the bottle I grabbed out of the refrigerator. The floor creaked when I
stepped into the room and I couldn’t help the evil chuckle that escaped. I was
going to have so much fun with him!
“What do you have?”
“Something sweet.” I crawled onto the
bed next to him and tipped the container over his chest, squeezing a drop.
He winced when the heated liquid hit
his skin and the sweet smell overpowered the room. “That’s hot.”
“Sorry.” I ran my index finger over
the opening on the bottle, covering it with the warm dark liquid. “Open.” I
stuck my coated finger in his mouth.
He sucked the sweet liquid off and
smiled. “Chocolate.”
“Yep.” I licked the drop off his
chest. “Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup, warmed in the microwave.” I drizzled a thin
line of chocolate from his chest to his belly button and set the bottle aside. “I
love chocolate.” The mixture of sweet chocolate with the salty tang of his
flesh flowed over my taste buds and created a heat between my legs that was
hard to contain. I wanted to taste him, I wanted to feel him, hell I wanted him
every way possible. Pressing my chocolate smeared lips to his, I allowed him a
taste. “Almost as much as you.”
“Mmm,” he replied, licking his lips.
I reached for the chocolate, drizzling
it on his chest.
He groaned when I sucked the sweet
liquid off his skin.
I toyed with him, flicking my tongue
over his nipples, licking the chocolate off, playing with the hard flesh
between my teeth.
“Ow.” He pulled away, sucking the air
through his teeth. I must have bit harder than I meant to.
“Sorry, but I lied about biting.” I
kissed the spot I just bit before returning to his lips. Again, the same slow,
soft kiss, but this time I allowed it to build, increase with passion, until a
rumble of satisfaction rolled up his throat. It was enough to make me wet. I
pulled away, tracing the smooth angle of his neck to his collarbone with my
lips. The satin fabric of my slip grazed his skin as I worked my way down, my
hair fanned out trailing, tickling and my kisses covering every glorious inch
of him.
“Ah God.” His voice raspy, his breath
shallow and fast, and he inhaled sharply with every change in nuance, motion
and sensation I created. He had the bar the cuffs were clasped to gripped
tightly in his hands, the muscles of his arms rippling, dancing under the skin
in anticipation.
I was driving him crazy and I paused
to smile, grazing him with my eyes as I reached for the syrup. Ah the belly
button, an inny, so much more fun to drizzle with chocolate. I poured, letting
it overflow so thin streams ran from the bounty. I licked each wayward path
back to the source, sucking the last traces from his belly button, slowly
rolling my tongue to get it all.
He tilted his head back and whispered,
“Heidi.”
I moved lower, taking his hard member
in my mouth, licking the tip. Warm chocolate rained over his hard cock, streams
running down his ample length. I licked slowly. “Yummy.” I heard the deeper
tone of my voice, this slow seduction driving me as mad as it was driving him.
I moved lower and his smile of ecstasy
faded. I grazed his hips with my lips and then ran my bare teeth in miniscule
bites up the inside of his thigh. I could see him straining against the hand
cuffs.
“Relax.”
He let out a small laugh at my
request. “Yeah, right.”
I offered him a laugh of my own.
“Suck me.”
I kissed his thigh. “Beg.” My hair
fanned out over his hard shaft as I moved my way down the inside of his leg
with my mouth. I wanted to taste every damn inch. When I reached one ankle, I
started my way up the other leg. Not really listening to his plea between the
grumble in his chest.
“Please, I want your mouth. I want to
cum in your mouth.” His voice no more than a hoarse whisper, blocked by the
well of passion building.
“Not yet.” I licked the tip of his
hard cock and then moved up his body again.
He tilted his head back. “Please.
You’re driving me insane.”
I kissed him, putting my full weight
on his body and running my hands up his arms, feeling them quiver under my
touch. “Tell me.” I said against his lips. He opened his mouth, welcoming my
tongue, slow at first and then increasing speed until I pulled away, out of
breath. God, he certainly knew how to kiss. I pushed the blind fold up for a
moment.
His deep blue eyes looked back. ‘Tell
you what?”
“Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll
give you what you want.”
His smile faltered. “What do you want
to hear?” He stalled.
I put the blindfold back in place and
grazed his lips with mine, continuing the mad exploration of his body with my mouth
and chocolate, giving him physical previews of what he wanted, but not the full
commitment.
“Untie me,” he said as I worked my way
back to his lips again. A light sheen of sweat covered him, salty and sweet
mixed with the chocolate, wetting my appetite further. I knew he was getting
impatient, I knew exactly what he wanted. Me, I just wanted three little words
that I already knew were in his heart.
“No.” I whispered. I began to lick
small patches of skin on his chest and blow, watching as he alternated between
goose bumps and flush as I worked my way down his chest.
“God, you’re driving me crazy!”
I chuckled. “I don’t ever want you to
forget this.”
His baritone laugh, rich and shaky
filled the room. “Like that’s ever going to happen.”
I took him in my mouth, and his laugh
hitched in his chest. Slowly I sucked, alternating my hand and mouth around his
hard shaft, pausing only to add chocolate drops whenever he let out a groan of
satisfaction. I built him up, slowly bringing him to the edge and stopping
until the throbbing veins lining his cock faded a bit before I would resume my
deliberately slow strokes.
I stopped, glancing at his rising and
falling chest, his head tilted back into the pillow and the blind fold covering
his bright eyes, eyes I imagined just shy of insanity. “Do you love me?” I
whispered and flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock playfully.
I think he would have said anything at
that moment; I certainly would have if the tables were turned, but when the
word hissed from his chest, I knew it was genuine and not just an empty
byproduct of sexual tension.
“Yes,” he whispered.
I went slowly, sliding his hard cock
in and out of my mouth, remnants of chocolate tempering the slick saltiness.
“Faster, oh Jesus Heidi, go faster.” His
tone demanding and his hips gyrating, pushing his hard member farther into my
mouth with each stroke. “Faster,” he whispered, his voice scratchy and low from
the intensity of feelings flowing through his body. “Oh god yes.” He repeated
as I moved faster, matching his hip thrusts, sucking and stroking his throbbing
cock with my mouth.
His entire body contracted with the
orgasm, every muscle tightening. “Fuck!” He breathed, arching his length into
my mouth, cum hitting the wall of my throat in a wave. I swallowed and
continued to suck until the last drop was spent and he stopped shuddering.
He lay on the bed, chest heaving and I
peeled off the blindfold. His sleepy glossed eyes looked up at me.
“Damn girl.”
I smiled and reached for the handcuff
keys, unlocking him from his bondage. The second the handcuffs were off, he sat
up, stripping both the keys and the cuffs from my hands. He snapped the open
cuff on my wrist and took a moment to kiss me, running his hands in to my hair,
pulling me close. When he pulled away, he lay down; pulling my cuffed wrist
forward and secured me to the same post he had been hooked to for the past
forty five minutes.
“What are you doing?” I was kneeling
over him.
“Anything I want.” He smiled and slid
out from under my legs, stripping my underwear off, tossing those somewhere in
the direction of the door. He ran his hands over the emerald satin, chuckling
in my ear as he found the hem and pushed it over my head where it cascaded down
over my bound wrists.
His hands were as soft as the satin he
just stripped from my skin and he reached around and rolled my hard nipples
between his thumb and forefingers. “What do you want?” he asked, his right hand
slipping between my thighs and finding my already dripping pussy.
“I want you to lick me.”
He kissed his way down my back and
slid under me again, licking the moisture from between my legs. One slow long
stroke with his tongue. “Like that?”
“Yes.”
He rolled his tongue around my clit,
intermittently sucking between tongue flicks, building the heat up to the point
of flash over. He stopped just short of that moment, his sapphire eyes looking
up at me, the smile in them evident in the tiny creases of each corner. “Beg.”
The word was all I needed. “God Jake,
don’t stop, oh god, don’t stop.”
He smiled and continued sucking my
sweet spot and sliding his finger inside my wet pussy. I moved my hips with
him; my pussy wrapping around the motion of his fingers, the sound building in
my chest coming in repeated pleas over and over until the rush flashed; my moan
filled the room and I arched into him, his tongue sliding in, tasting, then
continuing its mad flicker on my clit.
“Jake please,” I whispered, the
impossible heat suffocated me again and wetness rushed with the next orgasm. “Please
fuck me.” The sweat glistened on my arms and chest and the space behind my
knees was almost as slick as my pussy.
He was ready, hard and wanting and
when he knelt behind me, sliding into my wetness, I moaned his name, my next
release quick and he rocked, slamming his full length in me, his lips finding
the nape of my neck, one arm wrapped around my waist and the other gently
tracing my breasts, rolling my nipples through his finger tips. My wrists
strained against the metal, the pain dulled by the pleasure he created through
the rest of my body. I panted, matching the force of his thrusts with my own
and orgasm after orgasm rippled through me.
His teeth grazed my neck, his breath
hot and panting just like mine. I winced as he bit down on my shoulder, harder
than I had bitten him.
“Sorry.” Jake’s chuckle echoed in my
ear.
I glanced back at him, meeting his
playful gaze.
He pulled out, flipping me over, my
wrists above my head as he stretched me out on the bed, climbing between my
legs, and he plunged deep, stopping when his full length was inside me.
Teasing, he pulled away.
I gasped at the sudden rush of air
between our bodies. “Don’t stop.” My breath hitched in fast pulls, fueled by
exertion. My skin pulsing with the need he created. “Please don’t stop.”