She finally gets full access to his body. Reclining in a chair, he sits there wearing only silk boxers and a blindfold, each wrist tied to each thigh.

It’s her turn to play.

The tips of her fingers softly sweep the back of his neck. She sees goosebumps begin to rise, but it’s not enough—she wants to give him chills. She begins to scratch the back of his head and down his neck with her long nails. Once she sees the hair on his skin standing, she stops touching him.

She walks around to stand in front of him, positioning herself between his thighs. Leaning in, she whispers, "it's my turn." He grins, and a slight sigh escapes his lips.

She nuzzles and kisses his neck, her tongue occasionally sweeping against his skin. She kisses down his chest, past his stomach, until her tongue slips under the waistband of his silk boxers. Dropping to her knees, she brushes her lips against his shaft. He can feel the warmth of her breath through the silk. She loves making his cock stand firm. Once she believes he’s rock hard, she stands and steps away.

A few moments pass, and then she notices something: a small wet spot on his boxers. She takes her thumb and rubs that wet spot. As she spreads the warm wet spot, he groans... "Oh Fuck."

She instantly feels the wetness of her pussy between her thighs. Something about the desperation in the sounds that he makes drives her absolutely wild... and she wants him to know just how crazy it makes her.

He feels her move closer. Straddling one of his knees, she grinds against his hand, gradually accelerating, moving faster and faster. Her whimpers turn into moans until she suddenly stops and backs away. She wants to be sure he feels the ache too, so she distances herself from him.

After a few minutes, she kneels beside him and licks up everything her pussy left on the back of his hand. Once his hand is clean, she stands with her back to him.

Slowly, she lowers herself back onto his lap, feeling the heat of his arousal through the silk boxers. Her soaking wet pussy presses against him, teasingly deliberate, as she savors the way his body tenses beneath her. She leans back, her lips brushing his ear, and whispers, “You’re mine tonight.”

She begins to rock her hips, grinding against him with a rhythm that’s both torturously slow and deliberate. His restrained hands twitch against their bindings, and she smiles, knowing he’s craving to touch her. She runs her fingers through his hair, tugging gently to tilt his head back, exposing more of his neck. Her lips find the sensitive spot just below his jaw, kissing and nibbling as she continues her slow grind. The silk between them grows slicker, and she can feel his hardness straining beneath her, fueling her own desire.

She pauses, lifting herself slightly, just enough to keep him wanting more. “Not yet,” she whispers, her voice low and teasing. Standing again, she circles him like a predator, her fingers trailing lightly across his shoulders, then down his chest. She stops behind him, leaning in close so her breath grazes his skin. “You’re going to beg for me before I’m done,” she promises, her tone dripping with confidence. With that, she slips her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers, teasingly close to giving him what he craves, but not quite ready to let him have it.

She pulls her hand back just as he lets out a frustrated groan, his body shifting in the chair as much as the ties allow. She loves this power, the way she can control every little reaction from him. Walking around to face him again, she stands there for a moment, just watching him breathe heavily, his chest rising and falling. The blindfold hides his eyes, but she knows they're full of need right now.

Kneeling down once more, she lets her hands rest on his thighs, right above where the ropes hold his wrists in place. Her fingers trace small circles on his skin, inching closer to his boxers but never quite touching. She can see his cock twitch under the fabric, and it makes her smile. "You like that, don't you?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. He nods, his lips parting as if to say something, but he holds back.

She decides to push him a little further. Leaning in, she blows a gentle stream of air over the wet spot on his boxers, making him shiver. Then, with the lightest touch, she runs her tongue along the outline of his shaft through the silk, tasting the faint saltiness from his pre-cum. He bucks his hips slightly, a low moan escaping him. "Please," he mutters, his voice rough.

But she's not done teasing. Standing up, she steps back and starts to undress slowly, even though he can't see it. She lets her shirt fall to the floor with a soft thud, then her bra, imagining how the sounds must be driving him crazy. She slips out of her pants next, leaving herself in just her panties, which are soaked through by now. The room feels warmer, the air thick with anticipation.

Moving closer again, she takes his blindfolded face in her hands and kisses him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth while she presses her bare chest against his. He kisses back hungrily, trying to pull her closer with his limited movement. She breaks the kiss and trails her lips down to his ear. "Tell me what you want," she says, her breath hot against him.

"I want you," he replies, his voice strained. "I want to feel you."

She chuckles softly, enjoying the way he's starting to break. Straddling his lap again, this time with nothing but her thin panties between them and his boxers, she grinds down harder. The friction sends sparks through her body, and she can feel him throbbing against her. Her hands roam over his chest, pinching his nipples lightly, making him gasp.

Minutes stretch on like this, her movements building in speed, then slowing down just when it feels like he's on the edge. She wants him desperate, aching like she is. Finally, she stands and hooks her fingers into her panties, sliding them off. The cool air hits her wet skin, making her shiver. She tosses them onto his lap, right over his boxers, so he can feel the dampness.

"Smell that?" she asks, leaning in close. "That's what you do to me."

He inhales deeply, a shudder running through him. "Fuck, baby, untie me," he begs, his voice breaking a little.

"Not yet," she says,

Kneeling between his legs, she finally tugs at the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. It's hard and glistening at the tip, and she wraps her hand around it loosely, stroking slowly. He throws his head back, moaning louder now.

She takes her time, alternating between strokes and licks, tasting him fully. Her free hand slips between her own thighs, rubbing her clit as she pleasures him. The sounds he makes—those desperate groans—push her closer to her own edge. But she stops again, standing up and backing away, leaving him exposed and wanting.

The room is quiet except for his heavy breathing. She watches him for a full minute, letting the tension build. Then, she unties one of his wrists, guiding his hand to her breast. "Touch me," she commands.

His fingers explore eagerly, squeezing and caressing, making her moan. She unties the other hand but keeps them loose on his thighs, a reminder of who's in control. Straddling him fully now, she lowers herself onto his cock, inch by inch, feeling him fill her. They both gasp at the sensation.

She rides him slowly at first, her hands on his shoulders for balance. His hands roam her body, gripping her hips, pulling her closer. The chair creaks under them as she picks up the pace, their bodies slick with sweat. Her moans mix with his, building to a frenzy.

But even now, she controls it, slowing down when she senses he's close, drawing it out. "Beg for it," she whispers.

"Please, let me come," he groans, his voice raw.

She smiles, finally giving in, riding him harder until they both shatter, waves of pleasure crashing over them. She collapses against him, breathing hard, her lips finding his in a messy kiss.

As they catch their breath, she removes the blindfold, looking into his eyes. "My turn's not over yet," she says with a wink.

He laughs softly, pulling her close. "Good, because I want more."