More than a Touch of Silk

The next morning I woke at first light, still keyed up from our adventure last night. I lay there naked, gently caressing my thighs and stomach as I replayed the events in my mind. The light touches, skin to skin, made my whole body tingle as I thought about the blindfold. The gentle restraints. Being the center of attention. The sting of the spanking. I felt a big smile stretch my face at it all... he did such a good job! A "thank you" was definitely in order.

Quietly, slowly I slid under the covers and over to his side of the bed. The warm scent of sleeping man was everywhere. Sliding up between his legs, I found his penis waiting. Not hard but not soft, it was the perfect mouthful. Using just my tongue and lips, I pulled it into my mouth, where it fit perfectly. Gently sucking and with lots of tongue, I teased it awake. The feeling of a chubby penis growing in my mouth has got to be one of my favorite treats. Feeling it turn hard as gets bigger, feeling the big veins grow and throb, the first salty drop of pre cum hitting my tongue as I let it slide between my lips...mmm.

His legs moved and spread, giving me more room. Next his hands slid down, searching for my head, pulling my hair away and guiding my movements ever so gently. My man was awake. Since I didn't need to worry about startling him awake anymore, I shifted up to my knees, freeing my hands. I gripped the root of him with a firm hand, slowly jerking up to meet my descending mouth. With my other hand, I cupped and caressed his balls, feeling them move and roll in my hands. Balls used to intimidate me... so much pain could be dealt, but also so much pleasure. Finding the right touch had taken practice...lots of it.

His hands left my head momentarily to flip the covers back. I watched his eyes, seeing them take in what I was doing to him, seeing the lust I was inspiring. Holding his cock still, I opened my mouth wide and ran my tongue up the underside like it was an ice cream cone, then swirling around the head.

"Good morning, lover," I drawled before engulfing him again, never breaking eye contact. The smile on his face, mixed with arousal, was so intoxicating. He had been in control last night but now it was my turn. I went slow. There was no hurry and no need for a quick cum. I wanted to see how long I could keep him rock hard. A few slow bobs of my head, my tongue circling him, followed by a slow stroke up with my hand and a squeeze at the head. Never stopping my other hand, cupping and tugging his balls and scrotum. I used that hand to feed me his balls, sucking one, then then both into my mouth as I languidly slid my hand up and down his shaft. Never rushing, never speeding up, keeping eye contact the whole time...

The look of pleasure was still there, mixed with the pain of wanting to cum. Perfect. Keeping my hand on his cock, I straightened up, feeling my breasts settle onto my rib cage with a slight jiggle. I moved up, pushing his cock down so I could straddle him. I desperately wanted him inside me...but not yet. My pussy was practically dripping by now, allowing me to slide up and down his shaft. Which I did. I reached for his hands, pulling them up to my tits and holding them there, encouraging him to feel me. Those big hands, cupped in mine, caressing me sent a tingle straight to my pussy, making me wetter.

"I really enjoyed last night. Even more than I thought I would. Thank you." I leaned forward to kiss him, morning breath be damned. Our tongues met, dancing between mouths, exploring, exciting. I rode him a little faster, feeling the full length of him slide along the lips of my pussy, tickling my clit.

"I'm glad. I had fun, too." He paused for a moment then, "You going to torture me all morning?"

"Yup."

"OK then. Torture away."

So I did. Taking my hands away, I put them on his shoulders, giving me the leverage to really grind onto him, hard but still slow, the pressure on my clit going from a tickle to a torment instantly. He groaned at the added pressure of my pussy on his cock. He began to maul my tits and tug my nipples... so good! Our mouths met again, tongues almost frantic now. The desire to lift up and let him slide into me was beginning to be overwhelming.

He finally made the decision for me. As I slide forward one last time he pushed his hips down and back, instantly slotting his cock to slide right up into me. Which it did, in 1 long, slow, push, a wave of fullness, pressure, and feeling driving straight my core. We both groaned together. He took over the driver's seat, hands on my hips and slamming into me. Even with me sitting on him he managed to pummel me with short hard jabs of his cock. I went from almost there to way over the top, going light-headed and making little crying noises. With a grunt, I felt him go over the edge to, pushing as hard as he could into me and spraying his cum.

As our orgasms began to fade, I collapsed onto him, panting hard, feeling his answering gasps under me. Sweat coated our bodies, making my breasts slide against his chest, a pleasant tingle on my nipples giving me aftershocks. We kissed again, breaths mingling, tongues touching. So GOOD...

"Yeah... we gotta do this again." I muttered into his ear. He just chuckled back as he hugged me close.

A COUPLE MONTHS LATER

Friday at last! Fighting afternoon traffic after a long week, our fancy dinner date a distant memory as work, moving in together, and life took over. I couldn't wait to get back to our house, put my feet up, have a glass of wine, and begin the weekend unwind.

I parked in the driveway, grabbed my stuff, and walked in the front door. Before I could even put my things down, strong arms wrapped around me from behind and in my ear a deep voice whispered, "Tonight, you are under my control."

The shock of being grabbed from behind plus the memories that simple little sentence conjured up sent a jolt through my stomach. I had to stifle the urge to fight, flee, or scream... all three!

Once he understood I wasn't going anywhere, he released me but still forced me to look away from him. Big hands put a blindfold over my eyes. Not silk this time...something more like a sleeping mask but still rendering me blind. One hand grasped my 2, wrist together, and led me further into the house. I knew our new house well enough to know we were going to our bedroom and, I hoped, our king-sized bed.

When he stopped leading me, he said, "Stand still."

I complied, shivering a little in excitement. I felt hands unbutton my shirt, heard the whisper of fabric as it slid off my shoulders. Next went my pants, his hands warm on my calves as he guided my leg out of them. Finally, my bra and panties joined what I assumed was a small pile in the middle of the floor. Once again he led me, this time to the bathroom. I heard the shower begin, felt the humidity roll across my naked skin and my nipples pucker in response.

Next, the harsh sound of a shower curtain being pulled aside. Guiding hands pulled me towards the shower, a deep voice instructed me to step up, and then I was in the warm, warm water. The sensation of being washed, of having slippery hands caressing, rubbing every part of me was so amazing. And he was so thorough... my neck and shoulders, down and under my arms, caressing my breasts (and rolling my nipples between his fingers), down my stomach to the junction of my thighs, my pussy, my ass, down my legs to my feet. Very thorough indeed.

"Spread your legs a little."

I complied, then heard a spritz sound followed by his hand spreading something across my pubes.

"Are you shaving me?!" I exclaimed?

SMACK

"Quiet."

He proceeded to spread the shaving gel thoroughly over me. Then, over a small eternity, he shaved off my pubes. I didn't have a big bush and kept it under control, but I'd never shaved it all off before, much less had someone do it for me.

"Bend over." Shivering, I complied. More shaving gel, this time applied around my taint and ass, and the silky slide of a fresh razor over those sensitive spots. He did it all with short strokes and no nicks that I could feel. Next, he rewashed the whole area, running his hand over it. A few touch-up spots and I couldn't even feel his hand catch on me...

The water shut off and a big towel was draped over my shoulders. After stepping out of the shower onto the towel mat, he dried me. I felt clean, refreshed, and no longer stressed from my long week. Let the games begin!

Once again he led me into the bedroom. I tried to reach out with my other senses... what did he have planned? Besides the soap smell from my shower, I could smell rose and hot candle wax... and chocolate? I could hear soft music... something in the background without words. I felt the bed brush against my thighs... not our usual sheets, though. Something else?

"Climb up."

Putting my hands in front of me, I complied.

"Lay on your stomach."

I did so, arms under my head.

He positioned me a little, I presume to center me on the bed, then straddled me. I could tell immediately he was naked too. Very warm skin on skin... I could feel his balls pressing into me, the hair on his legs tickling my thighs. And just like last time, he proceeded to rub me. Not hard, not soft... juuust right. Thumbs digging into tight muscles of my shoulders. Fingers spread and stiff, sliding down my back while pressing firmly. Gliding over my arms. I got back rubs at least once a week, but this was something else. With nothing to look at, I sat in darkness and surrendered to the sensations. Over and over he worked my back and arms, reducing me to a puddle of Aaaahhhh.

He shifted downward and began the same process on my legs. First my calves, his hands more than capable of enveloping them. Long strokes, firm strokes, from ankle to knee. Then onto my thighs towards my ass. Finally, my ass, each a handful and each movement of his hands eliciting a small moan. I was that perfect mix of horny and relaxed... just starting to get tense but also content to wait.

"Roll over."

He'd been at it so long that the sound of his voice made me jump a little. It was hard to summon the energy to move, but I did.

This time he started at the bottom, starting with my feet. At least 5 minutes on each foot with nary a tickle. Next, up my shins to my thighs, working those long muscles all the way up to my pussy. NOW I was getting antsy, wanting him to rub me there. But he didn't, other than slight brushes as he worked my legs, amping the tension I was feeling up a notch. I could tell I was getting wet, feel the slight spreading of my pussy lips in excitement. And knowing he could see it made my pulse race.

Next, he straddled my waist and once again I could feel his balls resting on me, the warmth of his bare as resting on my thighs. I was practically vibrating now, something I'm sure he could tell. Would he tease me more and work on my arms? Or would he focus on my breasts?

He went for my breasts. One on each. Pressing and caressing. It was the first overtly sexual thing he'd done to me so far, a lightning bolt of sensation that shot through me. He molded them. He rolled them under his hands. He tugged nipples then ran his fingers over them in a wave of friction. He used two hands on 1, then repeated the process on the other. Earlier I was a puddle of Aaahh... now I was a puddle of Mmmm...

"Remember, you are under my control." Again with that phrase, OUR phrase. His hand grasped my wrist and attached a restraint. It felt like the same one as last time, and I smiled. Next came an ankle, then the other, and finally my other hand. Even though I knew I could break free at any time, my breath caught at the thought of being restrained in a very good way.

He shifted a little, then I heard a small buzzing noise followed by vibrations as he slid something between my pussy lips, running it from bottom up to my clit and back down again. It was such a shock from the gentle friction of his hands that I tried to jerk away. He laid a hand on my stomach, holding me down, then slid what I presume was a vibrator slowly into me. It felt like it had a ridge in it, designed to hold it in place. As I felt it snug in and a small vibrating something touched my clit as well, making me flinch again. I felt his finger rub against my clit for a few seconds (not enough, dammit!). When he stopped, a warm tingling sensation was left behind... had he put something on me?

"Do you like our new toy," he asked? "It's pretty interesting. I can use my phone to play with the vibrations. I can do it soft, like now... or raise the intensity..." The moment he said intensity, the vibrations got more intense, especially on my clit. I can take or leave just a vibrator, but a vibe with a bunny for the clit... holy cow! My stomach convulsed spasmodically.

"I can also set it for slow waves, for high peaks and valleys... all sorts of things. Combined with the clit exciter gel I just put on you, it should be interesting." With each mode he mentioned, the vibes changed, each change driving me wild! The wave was my favorite... long builds of intensity both up and down. I came for the first time on that high wave, twitching and jerking all the way down.

He was quiet for a long while, I'm sure alternating between the control for the vibe and watching me. After 2 hard orgasms, he backed off the vibes to a gentle pulse... enough to keep me on edge but not enough to drive me over the edge. I felt more than heard him move off, then return.

The smell of rose flooded my nose. Roses are my favorite flower... long red or white ones with that gorgeous smell. I inhaled deeply, smiling. I felt him trace it down my cheek, over my jaw, downward to my breast, so soft, like a velvet kiss touching my nipple.

Simultaneously I felt a quick touch of heat on my other nipple, like that first hit of hot water when you get into the shower, but longer lasting. I gasped at the different sensations I was feeling so close together. The rose continued to caress my left nipple while the right would get a splash of heat and, just when it cooled, another splash. Between that and the gentle vibe, I came again.

"What are you doing to me?" I practically gasped.

SMACK! He wasn't able to get my ass, but his hand impacted against my hip. The sting radiated out, merging with the new sensations he was giving me, growing and changing...and I liked it.

Fuck! He kept tormenting me with softness and heat until all I could do was wait in anticipation for the next drop, the next caress. He trailed both down my belly, down my thighs then switched and moved his way up again. I shuddered through another orgasm, my senses overloaded and my lungs heaving as I panted.

"Hmm... that should do," he whispered. "Maybe time for a snack." He stepped away, turning off the vibe at the same time.

When he came back, he placed a straw in my mouth. I sucked in, tasting wine. While not the normal way I like to have it, it made sense with me spread eagled on the bed. When I was sated, he took the straw away. I felt him place something on the bed, then he kneeled beside my head, compressing the mattress and causing my head to loll to the side.

"Open your mouth," he instructed. I complied instantly.

"First, the fruit course."

I tasted a drop of tart sweetness, then felt the head of his cock enter my mouth. Closing automatically, I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting pineapple. He pushed very slightly back and forth, letting my lips slide along his shaft. When all the taste was gone, I opened my mouth and let him withdraw. A moment later it was back, bringing peach. Then strawberry. Then kiwi. Each time I enjoyed the spongy softness of his penis head and the sweet saltiness of precum and fruit.

"Now, the cheese." This time it didn't come served on a penis... just a block of swiss cheese popped into my mouth. I'm sure he didn't want 3rd degree burns from molten cheese in such a tender place! After I had eaten a few blocks, he paused again.

"And now... dessert." Chocolate! This time his tasty cock was back and coated with chocolate! It was still warm...couldn't wait to hear how he managed that... and coated all over as near as I could tell. He kept pushing and I kept trying to take more and more into my mouth, each inch coated in yumminess. Again, the salty sweetness was amazing. Soon he was fucking my mouth in short thrusts and I was doing my damndest to lick and suck each and every inch, each and every time.

He didn't warn me this time. I felt his head swell briefly, then my mouth was flooded with shot after shot of hot cum. I locked my lips around him and tongued his sensitive head for all I was worth, wanting to give him all the pleasure he'd given me. I continued to suck and tongue him even after he'd quit cumming, feeling him shrink in my mouth. Finally he slid out and off the bed.

I heard him moving around. What could he be up to? Hadn't we had a full night already? It sounded like he was undoing things at my head and feet, but not taking my cuffs off. Finally, he spoke.

"Sit up." I did so.

"Get on your hands and knees." I complied, letting him shift me back towards the edge of the bed.

"Head down." Not sure what he meant, I hesitated.

SMACK!

Mmm...yes... I dropped my head down, not sure what to do with my arms. He took one and shackled my hands to my ankles. Repeat on the other side. Now I was half laying with my ass up in the air and unable to sit up... very exposed and very vulnerable.

The vibe caught me unawares. It had been in my pussy and quiet so long I'd almost forgotten about it. He had it on the wave setting and we were climbing fast!

"My turn for dessert now..."

The hot drizzle of what I assumed was chocolate hit right on the exposed lips of my pussy. I jerked hard at the initial burn and cooling feeling. His tongue was right behind it, licking the chocolate and me up in a long, slow lick. More chocolate followed. Again on my pussy. Lick. On my ass cheeks. Licking and sucking. Across my exposed asshole. Licking and a finger massaging it for a moment. Combined with the vibe, I was a quivering mess of erotic nerves.

Finally the hot chocolate splashes ended, but his tongue did not. He dove in, licking and tonguing around the vibe. Sucking my pussy lips into his mouth. Pushing his tongue in alongside the vibe. Moving along my taint towards my ass. A hand snaked around my leg, pushing the bunny ears of the vibe away and settling a finger on each side of my already sensitive clit. At the same time, his tongue snaked around my asshole, circling it before pushing inside. He proceeded to tongue my ass and assault it with his mouth while sliding his fingers along, over, and around my clit. My hardest orgasm yet hit and I screamed into the mattress as he kept going. I was gasping for breath, writhing to get away and still he kept going. I came again... and again... and again.

He backed off, giving me a chance to breath. I collapsed to my side. In a fog, I felt his hands move me, position me more towards the center of the bed. The vibe was pulled out of my pussy. I was so worn out and lubed with his saliva that, when it pressed against my ass, I didn't fight it. It slid right in. The wave setting here was just as good.. maybe better?... but different. It wasn't battering my clit at the same time, so the build was slower but more intense.

The bed shifted as he stood straddling me. I was so exposed in this position, so vulnerable...

I felt his cock push into me. No probing, no sliding, no teasing... just the feeling of penetration followed by warm, hard fullness. He bottomed out then started to fuck me, long and hard strokes, hands on my hips, bouncing the bed with his thrusts. In this position, he went deeper than he'd ever gone before, impacting my cervix every time. I knew I'd be sore in the morning but right now that wasn't important. Even though I'd just cum to the point of exhaustion, his wonderful cock in my pussy with the vibe in my ass had me going again. I was so wet I could hear and feel my juices sloshing around his dick and running down my legs. I was stuck in a long, continuous wave of pleasure, rolling over and over me.