"This one,” she said, her voice suddenly filled with a strength I found highly erotic.
I took the soft feather duster from her hand and smiled. Simple. Not exactly exciting. But it still meant she was allowing me to pleasure her body. “And this,” she handed me a small leather flogger. Now you’re talking, sweetheart.
“Really?” I asked, unable to hide my surprise. She blushed, moved her eyes away from me and onto the massage table.
“Can I restrain you?” I asked, my dick jumping at my words.
She nodded. “But you have to be nice.”
“Oh, I plan to be more than nice. You tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. We need a safe word.”
Her eyes widened. They were so innocent, so trusting. I wanted desperately to please her.
“Baseball,” she said quickly.
I laughed. “Okay. If I do anything you’re not comfortable with, say baseball.”
I set the toys aside, moved toward her, and gripped her chin in my hand. I brought her mouth up to mine, kissing her sweet lips with more passion than I’d felt on any skydive, motorcycle ride, or even during any game.
“You’re amazing,” I whispered, letting my hands move to the buttons on her blouse. Each one felt like a sweet victory as it was released. The last one unbuttoned, I pushed the blouse away from her silky smooth skin. A lace bra, pink, covered her full breasts. I stood back for a moment to take in the beauty of her image. Wow.
“Do you want me to undress?” she asked, her tone flirty and sexy enough to cause me to come in my pants. Slow down, Morris. I wanted to cherish this moment for as long as possible. I dug deep for my endurance, my stamina, and managed to work some of the excitement from my cock.
“Yes.”
Katrina reached behind her back, unsnapped the lace bra, and let it fall to the floor near her feet. Her breasts were magnificent, round and full. My eyes struggled to leave the beautiful mounds she’d just exposed but couldn’t help but follow her hands to her skirt. A quick unzip, and it was on the floor, around her ankles, leaving her standing before me in high heels and pink silk panties. My mouth watered at the sight of her pussy pushing against the thin material. She stepped out of her skirt, hooked her thumbs into the sides of the waistband and teased me as she playfully pulled the material away from her skin.
“Leave them on… for now,” I said, knowing that anticipation would only create more excitement for both of us.
I kicked off my shoes and stripped out of my t-shirt, then unfastened my pants, dropping them to my ankles. I kicked them off and watched her eyes linger on the package not very well hidden beneath my briefs. She licked her lips slowly as she stared. I wanted to unleash my cock. It was painfully pressed against the cotton of my briefs, but I wanted to tease her like she was teasing me. Nope, they stay on. For now.
“On the table.”
She didn’t hesitate to follow orders. She climbed on the table, laid on her back, giving me full access to her sweet spots. I pulled the handcuffs from the bag and carefully slid them onto her wrists. I pulled her hands above her head, fastening the cuffs to the convenient bars on the wall. I smiled as she seemed to grow nervous.
“Remember, just tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. Promise.”
She nodded, bit her bottom lip into her mouth, and let out a sweet sigh.
The feather duster seemed like the best place to start. I’d only had a few experiences like this, but she somehow made it feel new and more exciting than the others. Her body squirmed as I barely brushed the soft feathers against her skin. I started at her calves, working between her thighs, teasing each of her breasts equally. My mouth lowered, and my lips latched onto her nipple, tugging hard as I sucked the sweet flesh. She moaned, making my cock twitch. I needed more.
I picked up a long stick from the toy box. It had a round foam tip and a switch on the side of the long shaft. A vibrator. Perfect.
I removed it from its packaging, then used one of the bacterial wipes available to clean it thoroughly, just in case. I turned it on, let Katrina hear the buzz of the small motor and then lowered it to her belly. I circled the sweet indent of her belly button and then brought it up to her tightened nipples. She arched her back, pulling at the restraints as she stared into my eyes. Fuck!
I took the toy away, leaned down and kissed those magnificent lips once again. As she entangled her tongue around mine, I slid the stick between her legs, letting the vibrations pulsate against her pink panties. Her legs clamped closed against my hand, her ass lifting from the table as she ground into the toy. Moans rolled through her body and escaped past her lips as she released our kiss and let out the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
She was still twitching when I reached into the bag and pulled out the toy we bought. I turned it on, rolled it up her arm, and back down again. Against her underarm, she giggled, but sighed as I traced it along her ribs. It was fascinating to watch the device in contrast to her soft skin as I ran it up to her neck, covering every inch of skin. I calmed her sexually tortured body, soothing her with the soft vibrations of the toy. I rolled it around her breasts, not on them, just around. I was loving the exploration of her body. Watching her squirm, moan, and grind was breathtaking.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
She nodded, making little sounds that spoke to something deep inside of me.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head, her eyes hooded with passion.
I slid my briefs off, exposing my hard erection and her eyes widened. I smiled at her, moved to the lower end of the table, and rolled the little ball down her thighs and against her silk panties.
Her hips ground toward my hand, the toy. The vibrations teased her flesh, the tiny nubs massaging it as she tensed. My eyes moved along her body, the slender waist, the firm breasts that heaved with delight, and fell onto her eyes. Her lips were parted, her tongue limp in her mouth as I worked the toy around her clit.
I set the toy aside, turning it off and listening to only the sweet sighs coming from her mouth. I gripped her panties, pulling them down her legs. Her thighs fell open, exposing the sweet flesh I craved. Her clit was swollen and pink, peeking out from beneath the thin strip of blonde hair. My God, she was beautiful. My hands pushed at her thighs, opening her legs as wide as possible before they fell from the table to each side. My fingers slid between her soft folds, flicked at her swollen clit, and watched as she bucked toward me.
“You want me to lick that pretty pussy?” I asked, licking my lips in anticipation.
She gasped out a, “Yes.”
“Don’t come, or I’ll have to spank you,” I teased as I lowered my mouth between her legs.