Follow me
For K., with the foolish, eternal hope that our paths cross again one of these days...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Come with me." He reached out to her. She placed her fingers in his open palm. He wrapped his around hers, looking intently into her eyes before she quickly lowered her head. He reached out, brushed her hair behind her ear, and gently lifted her chin. She tentatively glanced at him before losing her nerve and looking down again. "It's OK. Follow me." She smiled at hearing his voice. It renewed her... calmed her. She looked up, and let him guide her across the floor to the base of the stairs. Her willingness to follow was total, and it surprised her. The sensation of surrender was exhilarating. Her anticipation was palpable to both of them: they could both taste it in the cool evening air. They continued up the wooden steps, turning into a generous room just beyond the end of the staircase. He led her to within a few feet of the oak and wrought iron bed that occupied the center of the floor. "There. Now stand still for me. Oh, and close your eyes, too..." She smiled again. They were not orders that he gave her: just gentle, quiet requests, with which she eagerly complied. Just as her lids closed over her eyes, she noticed the pleased look of expectation on his face. She could feel the same expression on her own lips and cheeks. She took a long, slow, breath. Her lungs were refreshed by the crisp air. Having deprived herself of her vision at his request, she became keenly aware of her other senses. The polished floor was cool beneath her bare feet. Her hands hung to her sides, but he still had hold of her fingers. He was close enough that she could hear him exhale, and feel it on the back of her neck. He withdrew his hand, and she felt him move away. In an instant, she was no longer aware of the light through her eyelids. She strained to hear more. Could she really sensing the beating of his heart? Or was it just her mind playing tricks on her in the still, invisible darkness? The touch of his hands on her shoulders startled her briefly, but before a full second had elapsed, she calmed again as his fingers slid down her arms. He wrapped both of her hands in his, pressing himself close behind her, and placed a small kiss at the base of her neck. A low murmur escaped from her lips. His fingertips gradually found their way back up her arms, but his lips remained at her nape. The warmth of his breath contrasted with the cool evening air. His fingers found their way back to her shoulders, to the collar of her soft cotton dress. He was meticulous as he undressed her. She felt the evening air against her newly exposed skin as he unhooked each button. She waited with rapt anticipation for him to discover that she wore nothing beneath her soft flowery dress. The dress fell from her waist, and landed in a soft mound at her feet. She could feel his approving gaze, and imagined what his expression must be as he studied her nude form. Her eyes burned, longing to see open his face, and yet she managed to keep her lids closed. Her blood was coursing. Finally, after an eternity, he took her hand. "Come with me," he murmured again. He led her a few steps to the bed. She stumbled and giggled a bit as she clambored blindly on to the mattress. She knelt beside him, as he held her hands, kissing her fingers. He continued to caress her delicate hands as he slid slightly away. She tried to inch toward him until he whispered "no, stay there." She stopped, still kneeling on the bed. She was suddenly aware of the the cool draft between her slightly spread legs, and of the dampness between them. She felt the mattress give as he stood, still holding her hands. She leaned and stretched, not letting go, as he moved around the corner of the bed. He stopped just opposite her, on the other side of the foot board. She leaned as far forward as she could reach, longing not to let go, resting her forearms on the polished oak. He resumed kissing and caressing her fingers, slowly stroking them in her hands, and brushing his lips against their tips, until she felt him withdrawing from her reach. Could he be sinking? Almost disappointed, she lowered herself to her elbows and reached through the bars until she found his hand again. She could feel the sly smile on her lips as she once again found his touch. In an instant, the stillness of the evening was interrupted by the sound of metal on metal. The icy steel closed around her wrists. She drew a sudden breath. The cool air pierced her lungs, and felt as though it would rend her in two. Her mind and body reeled, and her thighs smoldered... "You look wonderful." She had no reply. "You can open your eyes now, if you like." He had disrobed quickly, and was now sitting beside her. She rested on her elbows, her face buried in the mattress, her knees still parted, and her ass in the air. He traced his fingers up and down her spine, from her neck to her ass and back again. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, she opened her eyes. For the first time she saw the lit candles encircling the bed, and the cuffs that bound her to it. She could make no sound. His touch was a torch on her back. Her body hungered for more. He brushed the hair off her shoulder, exposing more of her impatient flesh. He leaned down to her, pressing his lips to her skin. He pressed his face against her neck, tasting her skin, inhaling her scent. He toyed with her earlobe between his teeth, listening to her soft gasps. His mouth made its way along her body, down her shoulder, to the side of her breast, then back to her spine. She glanced over her shoulder to see him watching her. Their eyes locked, but he did not withdraw his lips from her warm, tender skin. Half a moan escaped from her mouth. His lips and tongue trailed down her body... Over her hips... Down her firm, round ass... Along the back and inside of her thigh... "Tell me what you want" he whispered between the gentle embraces of his lips against her. She closed her eyes again, tightly, struggling to regain control of her desires. "It's OK," he said again. "Just tell me...." He slid the fingers of one hand between her legs, while his mouth lingered at her ass and upper thigh. "Is this what you want?" Her cunt was hot and wet beneath his hand. A glancing touch to her engorged clit brought forth a tremor, accompanied by a deep moan. "Is this what you want?" he asked again. Finally, she responded: "yes...." She strained against the handcuffs as his fingertips danced with her swollen clit, slipping back and forth between the lips of her pussy. It was as though he was aware of her every sensation, her every thought. Her body gave way to his touch... Until he stopped. "No...." she whispered. "Please...." "It's OK. I won't be long." His withdrawal seemed to last forever. She glanced over her shoulder again, her eyes pleading. She watched as he lay on his back and began to slide between her legs. "Oh, yes...." She instinctively opened herself, spreading her legs, allowing him complete freedom. The first touch of his tongue to her cunt was a bolt of lightening. He wrapped his hands around her ass, pulling her body down to him. He pressed his tongue inside her, then quickly found her desperate clit. In seconds, her body was bucking as she rode his tongue. He sucked her into his mouth, raking his teeth against her sensitive flesh. Her lust had taken full control of her body as she anxiously fucked his firm tongue. "Please don't stop... Please...." The sensations finally overtook her, cascading through her body, filling her. She was powerless. Her face, cheeks stained by tears of passion, fell again to the bed. Her thighs, coated by her sweet dampness, shuddered as he withdrew from her. She was unaware that he left the bed until she felt her release from the steel cuffs. Finally free, she didn't want to move. In a moment, he was back with her on the bed. She turned, burying her face against him now, grasping for him... |
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