The Special Night…
The winter breeze blows past as I close the door behind us. I turn, and see you looking at me with those knowing eyes. I step closer to you, just out of kissing distance, and I feel the chill of the evening air still clinging to your coat. You close the distance. While you’re softly pressing your lips to mine, that familiar tingle starts at the base of my neck, butterflies in my stomach, and any other number of cliches someone might use to describe the way a woman like you makes them feel. Despite my disdain for all the cookie-cutter phrases out there, I can’t help but think that after all this time, you still take my breath away. You pull back from me, leaving the taste of your favorite wine in my mouth. My heart starts to thump ever so faintly in my ears.
“Put that in the fridge,” you say, looking at the bag of leftovers I’ve carried from the restaurant. “I’ll get ready.”
Your voice is like velvet in the air. The thumping in my ears quickens ever so slightly. You turn and make your way to the bedroom door, but before passing through, you flick your golden hair over your shoulder in my direction, and shrug off your coat. It falls into a yellow heap on the floor. The last thing I see of you before you’re out of sight is your blue dress fluttering in your wake, beckoning me to follow.
I bite the inside of my lip, anticipating what’s to come. The thumping has settled some in your absence, and I try to hold off a spike of adrenaline. I find myself at the fridge, pushing things aside to make space for tomorrow’s breakfast. I’m trying not to rush, despite every part of my being egging me to hurry. I want to make sure you have the time you need.
I close the fridge and reach up to loosen my tie some, finding it a little easier to breathe that way. I remove my coat, laying it on the counter top. I take one last calming breath.
And I go.
It’s dim in our bedroom. You’ve only lit the lamp in the corner by the window. You’re peeking through the curtains out into the night when I enter. I’m almost stopped in my tracks at the sight of you. You’re in your favorite lingerie, your blue dress draped over the loveseat next to you. In the soft light, your skin gives off the glow of something a more religious man might call divine. Of course, as far as I’m concerned, you might as well be. My eyes wander up your legs, to your round buttocks, accentuated by the lace of your panties which leave so little to the imagination. By the time my gaze has travelled upward, you’ve turned over your shoulder to catch my eye.
“Help me get these on,” you say, approaching the bed, where I see you’ve laid out the restraints. You don’t look away from me as you slip your panties down your legs, the top of your mound framed by an elegant strip of hair, meticulously maintained. You sit on the edge of the bed in front of me, holding out a cuff. I take it, getting down on my knee. You rest a foot on it, and start closing a cuff around your wrist. I strap another snugly around your ankle, well practiced over our many previous ventures. Like a well choreographed dance, you swing the other foot into position and in a matter of moments we’re ready for what comes next.
“So, what are you planning on doing to me tonight?” You’ve always had an impressive poker face. Your eyes almost dare me to surprise you.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” I match your own soft tone, hiding my satisfaction as the slightest hint of excitement creeps into your expression.
“Then tie me up, already.” You shift yourself and start to lie back with your head at the foot of the bed.
“Nuh-uh.” You stop, looking at me, somewhat surprised by the interjection. “On your belly,” I say.
“Hmm,” is all you say as you roll over. I take one of our pillows and tap you on the small of your back. You raise your hips and I slip the pillow under you. “Now you’re starting to get me excited,” you say from behind a suppressed grin.
I make quick work of securing you to the bed. Your wrists and ankles are each drawn to one of the bedposts. After the last cord is in place, I step in front of you so you can see me. I undo my tie, tossing it over your discarded dress. I begin to roll up my sleeves as I make my way to the dresser. Reaching into the drawer where you keep your play things, I remove your jackrabbit. I look back to you and see the desire in your eyes. I toss the toy and it comes to rest next to you.
I stand there, before you, holding your gaze. My pulse is hammering in my ears, but all trepidation fades as the switch flips. Tonight, I’m in control.
I reach down and undo my belt. I wrap it around my fingers. You bite your lip in anticipation of what’s coming next. I run a finger down your back as I step around the side of the bed, stopping the motion above your buttocks. I rest a knee on the mattress, moving my hand between your legs and gently caressing your upper thigh.
You’re breathing deeply, taking in the warmth of my touch. My fingers trace an outline around your pussy, find your clit, and I start drawing slow circles over it with my touch. Your breaths turn to sighs, sensation building with the stimulation. A quiet moan escapes your lips after a few moments, and I take my hand away. I firmly grip your ass, letting my belt uncoil, and I swing it across the cheek.
Your body flinches at the impact, the pain turning to pleasure as the burn fades to a tingle. Another slap of the belt across the other cheek. “Mmm,” is all the sound you make as I let you have another, and another, and another.
Once I see that your cheeks have turned a bright red, I reach over you to the jackrabbit. You hear the familiar sound of its motor before you feel the vibration of its touch against your flesh. I tease it there at the threshold, letting the tension grow inside you. Your hands ball into fists as you tug against the restraints.
I push it into you.
“Ah…”
Its ears nestle around your clit as the gyrating shaft plunges deeper still. Your back starts to arch as I work the toy inside you, leveraging it into your G-spot.
Your breath is shuddering now. I climb fully on the bed, kneeling behind you. I gently pull your hair to get you to raise your head from the covers. I let go of the jackrabbit as I take my belt and lower it in front of your face, wrapping it around your neck. I apply the lightest of pressures, letting you get accustomed to it as it restricts around your throat. Knowing I have you secured, I reach back down and continue my work with the jackrabbit.
Feeling the circulation start to slow in your neck, you gasp as I handle the jackrabbit with renewed vigor. The vibrations around your clit, the rhythmic press of the shaft against your G-spot, the constriction around your neck. You feel it coming. You’re getting closer. But not yet…
I pull out the jackrabbit and release the pressure around your neck. You’re quick to catch your breath, annoyed at the orgasm I’ve stolen from you. You hear the sound of a zipper being undone, and soon you feel my hand run across your ass, the skin still sensitive from its earlier abuse. I press my cock to the base of your pussy, and run it down over your clit. I pass my cock’s head over your clit, back and forth, that familiar sensation returning to the surface. I push myself into you.
There it is. You’ve been waiting for it. The change from cool vibrating silicon to hot, pulsing flesh. I lean over you and bite down on your shoulder as I push myself further into you. You let out a moan and I feel myself stiffen even more at the sound of your pleasure. My hands around your hips, I raise myself up to make shallow thrusts. My cock presses into your G-spot, over and over.
“Fuck!” you cry out.
I take your hair in one hand, the belt in the other, pulling back on each. The pressure grows on your scalp and around your throat as my tempo builds. It’s coming again. You can feel it. It’s getting closer.
I’m trying to hold on. The pressure is building up inside me, and I don’t know if I can contain it for much longer. I can tell you’re almost there, and then-
Your pussy contracts around my cock and I nearly lose myself. It takes every last drop of my willpower to stave it off, and I pull myself out of you.
You groan at yet another interruption, but I still have plans for you.
I take up the jackrabbit, and press it into you again, keeping it on its lowest setting.
“Mmm…what are you….?” You trail off as you get accustomed to the new change in sensation.
I look down and see that you’ve nearly soaked through the pillow underneath you. My cock is still slick from being inside you, and I work some of your wetness up toward your asshole with my thumb. You feel me press the tip of my cock to it, and a slow breath escapes you. I reach down and turn up the intensity of the jackrabbit. Your body responds, and the bedposts creak as you pull against your restraints. I spread your cheeks apart, and I start to push.
The sensation from the jackrabbit is building inside you, and you feel that elusive orgasm teasing at the horizon again. Your mobility’s limited, but you still manage to push back against me. You exhale, a measure of relaxation coming, and I slowly push myself into you. Inch by inch, I work at your ass until I’m all the way inside.
You let out a soft sigh, and I take the belt up again. I pull it against your neck as I thrust, running my other hand up your back, feeling the sweat that’s been building on your skin as I’ve worked your body to its limits.
The sensations are building to a boiling point inside you. The vibrations around your clit, the gyrations inside your pussy and over your G-spot, the pressure around your throat and the subtle darkening at the corners of your vision. The heat of my cock pushing into your ass… It’s there. It’s coming closer. You can nearly-
And like a warm blanket, you feel the endorphins and dopamine rush through your veins as the pleasure finally comes to a head. Your whole body stiffens as you cum, and I feel you clamp around me while I’m inside you. You shudder and moan, and I lose all my resolve. My cock convulses as I cum, an electric chill running up my spine.
“Oh, fuck…” is all I can say as I release the pressure on your neck, bracing myself on your hips again.
We stay there for a few moments, panting, collecting ourselves, settling into the stillness. The throbbing of my cock inside you subsides.
I ease myself out of you, and pull your trusty jackrabbit from its hiding place. I rest my chin over your shoulder. You smile wanly at me as we catch each other’s gaze. I lean in, kiss your ear, and whisper “Happy anniversary.”
Fin
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