The lights were out, but no were needed right now. All that you needed was to feel and to only be eager for what was to come next. Your hands were bound behind your back and your body lay still on the soft covers of the bed you were placed on. Silence was no comfort either.
Here you lay, thinking of the things that might happen next. Will your clothing be removed with force or will they be taken off piece by piece as every inch of you is pleasured with many things? Will he be rough, firm and strong towards your body, making you squeal and moan from the passion and desire? Or will he take his time as he caresses your flesh like a lover?
Darkness and silence. Your lips getting wet and your body eager to learn of its future. Your breath becomes quickened as your heart pounds from your chest. You don’t like to wait, but you know if you say a word then the torture may last longer. Each breath, each beat, and you only grow more eager.
The sound of soft footsteps finally makes their way around the room. You hear him circle the bed with a familiarity of the room in the night. He never trips or makes a mistake. He always moves with deliberation of what he seeks. It is his footsteps that will give him away, you think. He surely couldn’t hide his intention with so little noise. The only way he could do such a thing is if-
Music begins to play. The sound low, but loud enough to cover his steps and all other noise he may make now. His mind is sharp, always a few steps ahead. No more silence, but the mystery continues. Your body only grows warmer and starved for his attention. Bumps form across your skin as every hair stands on end with the thought of his body on yours. Your fingers curl around the rope that tightly binds your hands together. The pain from biting your lip becomes apparent as you almost let a whimper slip from them. Where is he now and what is he doing?
The bed never moves when you finally fell your entirety flip. The hands are firm and you feel him put you on your back. Before you can realize everything happening, you feel the cool air touch the skin of your legs. The only fabric left below is the little thong you put on for him before. Fingers crawl up the inside of your leg. The feeling leaves you with a shiver. Higher and higher he goes, but slowing with every inch he moves up. Then only a few inches from the spot you desire his fingers most, he stops.
They linger there, his fingers, holding their place like trained dogs, ready to attach. You feel them moving in a circle, taunting their prey. You can’t help it, the feeling is there and you let the gasping whimper out of your mouth and audible to all in the room. Your only hope now is the music as covered this sound from his ears.
His fingers stop. They hold their place inside of your thigh and wait. You know he heard. You couldn’t help it. All you want right now is him. Your entire essence is dying to be intertwined with his.
The feeling is gone. His fingers are gone. There is nothingness now. All that build up and no satisfaction. You feel hollow as you wait and eager to make up for the actions. When you prepare to beg, you fell his firm grip roll you over. He picks your hips up and puts you head in the pillow and your ass in the air. You feel the shimmy of your thong drop to your knees and then the gentle hand feeling and squeezing your rear. You moan in delight, then hear a cracking sound.
It takes a moment after the sound to realized what had happened. The stinging feel, the hot feeling follows like a shock wave after the sound and you scream a moan. Another crack and more pain. You bite your lip as another comes. You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you gasp and scream as you can tell your ass is already red and swollen for his hand.
No more slaps come and all you feel is the sting heat that radiates from your sore rear. He was thorough and affective. You dare not move though. It may be dark, but even now you know this is a dangerous game to play. The waiting game has begun again and all you can do is hope that what next to come is you. Read more »