The door closed.
The smell of her sex saturated the room, musky with a hint of sweetness. She raised her head, with nose upward, as if trying to catch his scent, and pinpointing where exactly he was in the room. She heard him taking off what seemed like his jacket, maybe?..and something else that wasn’t clothing sounding, but slightly heavier, dropped on the floor. She couldn’t be entirely sure; her normally keen senses were betraying her since she couldn’t entirely focus with the vibrator stimulating her pussy walls and forcing them to constantly contract. Not to mention the fact that he was in the room somewhere staring at her.
It was nerve-racking. There was a fleeting urge to say a simple hello but she felt ridiculous in doing so; so she kept quiet. He was near; she caught the sound of his footsteps and breathing. He was behind her chair. Every muscle tensed and she braced for whatever he might say or do to her. Fingers delicately toyed with her hair, brushing it away from her neck. He slowly ran his fingers up and down the right side of her neck. Tilting her head into his hand, she rubbed her cheek to caress him, much like a cat nudging its owner. On a conscience level she desired to lean into him; to have some physical contact; especially since she could only rely on the remaining four senses available to her. He kissed her neck and shivers ran up her spine, tingling her nerve-endings making her fine hairs stand up and goose-bumps appear on her arms.
All of sudden, her head was thrown back over the spine of the chair, from her hair being pulled very hard. He grabbed her jaw in one hand, squeezing firmly, and thrust his tongue into her hungry mouth. They kissed. Not the gentle, romantic movie style starry-eyed kiss, but one shared with raw, uninhibited passion. Their tongues lashing in and out of their mouths, a slight moan came out of her. They had never met before this moment but she knew she would never get enough of him. She could kiss him forever. The toy, still inside her hot wet cunt, was doing its job and performing its sole function. Everything now heightened for her; a joining once again of her mind and physical self. Her desire raging within, bubbling over like a champagne bottle uncorked. She wanted to cum.
He spoke the first words she’d heard in person, “Open your legs for me.” A deep resounding voice that made her insides melt like candle wax.
Her legs felt weak and rubbery like Gumby. So rich, the tone of his voice in her ears; firm; revealing little emotion, yet she could feel his attraction for her in the undertone. She was nervous and it seemed to her that she moved at a snail’s pace especially when he tapped the inside of her thigh to coax her to do his bidding. Legs apart; cunt open and seeping with her juices; she was completely exposed to him. Would he find her repulsive? Would he be turned-off by the odor of her femininity? Were her body imperfections bothering him? Was her pussy ugly? She turned her head away almost in shame because she never had any man see her body in this manner. Her chest tightened. She took sharp breaths, trying to calm herself; waiting for him to voice disapproval or worse, disgust. Blindfolded actually helped her in this moment since she knew there’d be no way in hell she’d want to see the expression on his face; especially if it was one of deep disappointment.
“Beautiful” is what she heard.
Her cheeks reddened and felt warm, almost feverish. No one ever had said such a thing to her ever, not past lovers, previous boyfriends, or even her current husband. She never felt so wanted, it was overwhelming. Tears welled. The very idea that she was beautiful to Him made up for all the times in life she felt sexually unattractive. His hand on her inner thigh slowly inched up and covered her smoothly shaved mound. Oh please, touch me, touch my clit, I want to cum for you.
She jerked in surprise. For a millisecond her ass lifted off the chair when he penetrated her pussy and pulled out the vibrator and turned it off.
Strong hands pushed her heels to the outside legs of the chair. One binding, click, around her ankle as it was now immobile, then, click, her other ankle tethered to other leg of the chair. Her arms were pulled behind her around the back of the chair, click click, and now her wrists were cuffed together. No escape. She was trapped, sitting there naked; her body bared, wide open, and at his mercy. Since she couldn’t see what was happening, she was disoriented, confused, and slightly scared. Her legs trembled and she felt chilled even though flames licked at her soul heating her inner-core to a temperature so scorching she would detonate if touched.
Hair yanked hard, forcing her neck to snap back. A hand gripped her throat holding her still and His voice, forceful and demanding in her ear, the verbal guide and reassurance she needed to delve into this journey she was now embarking on.