“Good answer. Stay there.” He walks over to my bureau and rummages around until he pulls out a couple of my old t-shirts and then walks back. “Close your eyes.”
I obey, and feel him wrap one of the shirts around my head, tying it in the back but slightly to the side, so that it doesn't hit the bed post. As he steps back, I try to open my eyes to test the blindfold, and find I can't see anything.
“You trust me?” he asks. I nod. “Hands behind your back. Grip the bedpost.” I feel my insides clench as I obey, spreading my palms against the solid wood of the bed. A moment later, I feel the other t-shirt wrapping around both my wrists and the posts, holding me securely against it. “Pull against it.” I try, but don't get anywhere. “Good.” I can sense him leaning in toward me, and feel the heat emanating from his body.
“Brynn, tonight I'm going to make you beg for it, understand?” I feel his warm breath against my cheek and squirm in anticipation against my bondage. “I'm going to deny you until you can't take it anymore. Until you beg me. Say that you understand.”
“I understand.” He's barely touched me, and I can already feel how wet I am against my new panties. Suddenly, I feel his fingertips on my arm, just above where the t-shirt is holding me to the bed. He trails his fingers lightly up my arm, barely touching me. My mouth drops open and I feel my heart rate speed up. His fingers continue across my clavicle, then down my other arm. As they make their way back up, I attempt to arch against him, but I can't.
He stops for a moment, then continues, his touch leaving a burning trail across my body. His fingers run straight down my chest and over the middle of my bra. Just as I think he's going to skip my breasts entirely, he moves back up and barely grazes the tops of my breasts, just above the cups. I gasp as he makes contact, but he quickly moves away, running his fingers down to my ribcage, then across my stomach. They dip for a moment into my belly button, and I hope he's going to continue down to my panties, but he skips them entirely, jumping down to the top of my thighs. He traces the length of one of my legs, then moves to the other.
As his fingers reach the top of my left leg, he breaks off contact. I feel sweat collect on my palms, despite the coolness of my bedroom. Where is he? Suddenly I feel his breath on my neck. Then his tongue is inside my ear, taking a long, languid lick. I moan, and my hands grip the bedpost more tightly. I hear him click his tongue.
“Brynn, we've barely even started.”
I let my head fall back against the bedpost. How long is he going to torture me? As if in response, his hand slides up my neck to my chin, holding my face in place. His lips press against mine, roughly opening my mouth to his tongue. Then he steps into me, his legs spreading mine open, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. The full contact is sweet relief, even if it does make me want him even more. His right hand glides over my ass and pulls me against his erection. My mouth is wide open to his, and our tongues massage each other's.
His other hand glides up my stomach and slips under my bra cup. I moan as I feel his calloused palm against my nipple. He pulls his mouth away quickly and leans his torso back. His fingers brush against the front of my bra for a moment, and then I feel his deft fingers unhook the front closure of my new bra. I feel my breasts spring out, and his thumbs brush against my nipples as he cups them in his hands. He begins to massage them more strongly, and suddenly I feel him sucking my right nipple into my mouth. He flicks his tongue across it as he sucks, then moves to my other side.
“I'm ready,” I moan.
“Uh-uh, not yet,” he replies, pulling my breast out of his mouth for a moment. Then he begins to trail kisses down my stomach, pausing for a moment to circle his tongue in my belly button. I feel him graze his fingers across the narrow strips of fabric on the sides of my panties. “I like these very much,” he murmurs. “Maybe we'll try to keep these on.”
Then he's gone. I hear the sounds of what could be his shirt being pulled over his head, but I can't be sure. There's silence for another minute, and I'm suspended in this pool of pleasure where he's left me, completely under his control.
I gasp as I feel him blow a stream of warm breath against my panties and feel my body shake involuntarily. His hands run up my thighs and then under the sides of my underwear, and I know he must be kneeling in front of me. I feel him slowly dip one finger under the right side of my panties, pulling them away from my body and tucking them to the other side. He blows on me again, and now his breath hits my clit directly.
“Spread your legs,” he commands me quietly. I obey, inching myself out on my high heels. His tongue slides into my slit and I cry out.
“Oh, Nate,” I moan, and he begins to flick his tongue back and forth across me. I unravel quickly, and he begins to speed up, circling his tongue rapidly. But just as I'm on the brink, my body arching as much as it can, he slows down again. I whimper. He doesn't stop completely, but he's not going fast enough to bring me release.
His right hand slips over my ass, under the fabric of my panties. I gasp as he slips one finger inside me. I've never had anything back there. He circles it inside me, mirroring his actions with his tongue. Once I get over my surprise at the foreign feeling, I find that I like it. On top of everything that he's already done to me, and is still doing, it's driving me right toward the edge again.
I moan as he slips two fingers from his other hand inside my opening, making a beckoning motion against my g-spot. I feel a spasm begin to rip through my body, but he pulls his mouth away completely. My knees almost buckle at the empty feeling he's left behind.
“Nate…” I protest. He leans back in, flicking his tongue once, hard, over my clit. My body ripples in response. The pleasure has built up inside me to such an extent that being unable to let go of it feels painful. I need him to let me come.
“Yes?” he answers innocently, and tortures me with another hard flick of his tongue, his fingers still circling slowly inside me.
“Please…” The pleasure is overloading my brain, and I can barely think.
“Please what?”
“I need you…please. I need you inside me right now. Please, I'm begging you. I'm begging you, Nate.”
I almost faint with relief as he takes his fingers out of me and I hear the sound of a condom being ripped open. He steps into me and grabs one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist as he thrusts into me. I cry out at the contact. He drives in hard, slamming me against the bed post, and on just his second thrust, I feel my orgasm finally releasing through me as he presses into me again and again. His mouth covers mine as the last waves of pleasure crest over me. Even though I'm exhausted, I can feel that he's still hard inside me.