Rae smelled her favourite Jo Malone candles when Mick opened the bedroom door for her. The carpet was soft under her feet and she leaned back into his strong body. He caressed her arms, sliding his hands up to her shoulders and neck. Rae adored the sensation of his work-rough fingers seductively and lovingly stroking her soft, silky body.
He undid the belt on her robe, eased the silk garment off her shoulders, and let it slide down to pool around her feet. He kissed the nape of her neck while gliding his hands over her naked body. He avoided touching her breasts and the shaved triangle at the apex of her legs. She assumed he was saving the best for last.
He scratched her skin with his fingernails, raising goose bumps and leaving tracks across her back, neck, and arse. She tingled and the sensation burned in her mind long after the initial pain had passed.
Rae felt her nipples harden and her pussy pulse: he could turn her on with a simple touch. But Rae wanted to feel him caress her, every inch of her body, and stimulate every nerve. Most importantly, she wanted him to capture her imagination: she needed him to possess her, to own her, even make her do things that would test her strength of character and resolve.
Rae was on fire, an urgent wanton desire flooding her body. Her sensitive nipples were amazingly hard and erect, and sticky juices ran down her inner thighs.
He was slow and gentle, every touch, kiss, and caress showing restraint. His hard, throbbing cock, pressed against her arse, and his ragged breathing, were at odds with his apparently cool demeanour. Mick really wanted her as much as she needed him.
Laying her down in the middle of the bed, he stretched out her arms and secured them with hard, black leather cuffs. He did the same with her legs and Rae tested the range of movement. It wasn’t much.
Spread-eagled and naked, she felt deliciously exposed. Unable to cover herself, she loved the feeling of being totally submissive to Mick, at the mercy of his every whim. He could do anything to her and she was powerless to stop him. He’d earned her trust over the years they’d been together — but, even now, he could take her beyond familiar boundaries and rock her safe world.
God, she hoped he would.
Her imagination raced, several themes and scenarios playing through her mind. Rae was on tenterhooks, enjoying the suspense and intense sensual mood of the evening so far. She looked at Mick, watched him drinking in her body, a devilish expression on his face. She wondered what delights he had planned.
He leaned forward and kissed her. Tenderly at first, savouring that first intimate touch, then he parted his lips and poked his tongue into her mouth. Nibbling her lips, his tongue twisted and danced with hers.
Rae was under strict instructions not to move or make any sounds. The restraints allowed only minimal movement anyway but she knew he was going to tease her to the very limits of her endurance until, finally, she’d be desperate for him to end the exquisite torment and let her cum in a shuddering, earth moving orgasm.
He moved his mouth to her beautiful breasts, pert and firm even after two kids. Her nipples were now proud, ready to be licked and sucked. He blew on one and then the other. The cool air instantly made them even harder. He teased each in turn with his tongue, little darting touches, before sucking them one after the other into his mouth.
Shivers of excitement ran through her body, tremors that were instantly delicious and sensuous as they zoomed to her sex. Rae was hot, wet, and throbbing, desperately awaiting his next touch. She wanted to urge him to exploit and possess her — but, of course, she did not.
Instead, she watched him pick up the silk belt and wrap it around her head, covering her eyes. She couldn't see anything, no chinks of light, nothing at all. Because of this perfect blindfold, her other senses were heightened and she tingled in anticipation. What would Mick do to her defenceless body?
She briefly pondered why the temporary loss of vision enhanced her other senses. Was imagination really the best sexual organ? Whatever, Rae knew that everything that happened from there on would be different, definitely better and certainly more intense than if the blindfold was not in place.
In this new darkness, she felt a hand slide over her flat stomach up to her breasts. Although his hands were rough from manual work, Mick was expert at drawing every last sensation from her body. Feeling her nipples squeezed and pulled, she opened her mouth to gasp then, remembering, shut it quickly. Her lips quivered, holding back a satisfied smile.
Mick kissed her hard and quickly followed by a reminder that he was in complete control and she must do exactly as ordered. She wasn't allowed to react or talk; just accept whatever happened and enjoy every sensation. She nodded and Mick kissed her hard nipple again, teasing it with the flat of his tongue and sucking it deep into his mouth.
The doorbell rang and Rae flinched, panicking. Mick pressed a hand on her breastbone and reminded her of her promise. She felt him get off the bed and heard him go downstairs.
He hadn't had time to dress. Had he really gone to the door naked? She strained to listen. Could she hear a conversation?
Her heart pounded and adrenaline swept around her body. Her imagination raced, filling her head with worry and fear. Fight or flight? Even without restraints, Rae hoped that she wouldn't have broken her promise by moving. She settled back into the mattress, listening.
Heavy treads on the stairs: two people? Mick and who else? For fuck's sake, what was happening out there? There was too much noise for just Mick. Rae could hardly breathe. On one hand — naked, bound, and blind — she was terrified. But, on the other hand... it was so erotic to think that someone was out there with Mick, and not know who it is or what was about to happen. She’d never felt this kind of exhilaration: a combination of fear, embarrassment, and lust.
The bedroom door opened and someone sat to one side of her. Who? She remained silent but she was screaming in her head. Who is this? A hand on the other side of her stroked a shoulder, raising goose bumps. It moved over her breast and circled her erect nipple before continuing down her body.
It was a soft touch but a man’s hand nonetheless. It didn't feel like Mick’s but it was at once sexy and tantalising and Rae surrendered to what was happening. She trusted Mick and believed that whatever he did it was always for her pleasure.
Softly, the hand cupped her shaven pussy, lightly pressing down and moulding to her sensuous mound.
