So, he’s stripped naked, tied to the bed, completely blind, and she won’t touch him. She’s sitting on top of his thighs, a silk pair of underwear the only piece of clothing left on her; he can feel them, soft, silky against his legs.
David didn’t beg. He just wasn’t that sort of man. It wasn’t his style, why waste time begging and pleading when his energy could be better spent trying to find a way out of the situation.
No. He didn’t beg.
He struggled slightly against the bonds on his wrists and wondered absently how he had gotten himself into this one. He admitted it was a different type of trouble this time. He blamed nudity. No man could be expected to keep his wits about him with a naked woman in front of him. Somehow Alice had distracted him enough to manage to tie his hands to the bedposts with the cord from her bathrobe. She’s managed to blindfold him with one of his own ties and is sitting on his legs keeping him, for all intents and purposes, completely immobilized.
So, he’s stripped naked, tied to the bed, completely blind, and she won’t touch him. She’s sitting on top of his thighs, a silk pair of underwear the only piece of clothing left on her; he can feel them, soft, silky against his legs. She leans forward, hovering her hands and her body over him, but still not touching. She’s close enough that he can feel the feather light pressure of her breath and the warmth of her body.
It’s torture, exquisite torture, but still, he refused to give into her, and didn’t make a sound. He didn’t allow his body to reach for her, with the exception of one piece that he didn’t have much control over.
“Well,” she said, laughing, “At least one part of you is happy to see me” She came forward far enough that she could kiss his neck, but she keeps the rest of her body away from him, her hips not making contact, and her breasts just out of reach of his torso. Only the very tip of his erection pressed into her belly as she leaned in. She holds her face just above his, and he can’t decide, is this wonderfully awful? Or awfully wonderful? She shifts and all of a sudden there’s a hand on his thigh. Just the tips of her fingers, tickling, taunting him.   “Do you want it?” At this point he wasn’t even sure what “it” was, but he refused to beg. Her fingernails traced designs on his skin, just short of his groin, as she slid down his body. Once more, her breath tickled him, now in a place that he didn’t know he could handle. His entire body stiffened and her tongue flicked out to lick the tip of his penis. She lets out an uncharacteristic giggle as he moans and arches into her. The blindfold slipped, and he looked down his body to see her head poised above his groin, her hair falling like a curtain blocking her face from him, and the sight was all he could bear.
His arms jerked forward and tore the ties holding him to the bed. The crack of the wood had her attention. Broken ties dangling from his wrists, he dragged her up his body and claimed her mouth with his. Leaning down he felt between her legs, and quickly learned that the teasing was just as much for her, as it was for him. The sound of tearing fabric ripped through the air as he pulled the flimsy panties off of her. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her over him. He glanced up at her face to see if she was ready for him, the desire was written all over her face. She didn’t wait for him, but instead sank down onto him. They both groaned as he began to move, surging up to meet her every thrust.
He may have ruined the game, but in the end, surrender isn’t always the sweetest.
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