The blindfold didn't allow even the barest scrap of light through. He strained, listening, the only apparent sound the erratic pounding of his heart and harsh breathing. Yet, he could sense her standing nearby. Her unique fragrance teased his senses, a sensual aroma comprised of musky arousal and a sweet vanilla perfume. A feather-light caress dragged across his chest, and he shivered.
The whispery touch returned lower this time. The sharp edge of her nail slid across his abdomen, which tensed while his cock ached, all the blood in his body having converged in it. It seemed like ages ago when she had smiled at him mischievously and said, "I want to tie you up and play."
He didn't know a man alive who could have refused that seductive request. Eagerly, he'd complied, first locking his office door, then stripping. Isabelle, the most efficient and erotic of secretaries, had divested herself of clothing as well, taking off her blouse to reveal a lacy bra through which her sensitive nipples already poked. She let her pencil skirt drop to the floor and revealed the garters that held up her stockings. But the prize that had made his mouth go dry and his shaft jump like a puppet on a string was the view of her clean-shaven cunt gleaming already with moisture.
Trusting in her, he had let her bind him to the chair, tethering his wrists to the armrests. He had only shuddered a little when she'd kicked his legs apart and bound them to the castors. But he'd let out an unmanly whimper when she'd bound his tie over his eyes, the forced darkness amplifying every sound and touch. It was an erotic gesture that he feared would make him blow his load before he'd managed to please her. And he really wanted to please his mistress.
She spoke not a word aloud, just randomly stroked his body, the unexpected caresses making him moan in need. She teased him with light strokes, sensitizing his skin, building his urgency until he found himself on the edge of begging. I don't know if I can take anymore.
A sudden weight on his lap as she straddled his legs startled him. His cock, like a pussy-seeking missile, twitched and strained towards the molten core it could sense. Bound and helpless, Grant held his breath as he waited for her to make her next move.
Sharp pain made him cry out as she tweaked both his nipples with sharp nails. The pain hadn't even faded when her hot mouth latched on first one then the other offended body part. The flicks of her tongue on his nubs made him tremble and moan.
"Please." He finally caved in to his desire and begged.
The tweaking pain returned and didn't leave as she hissed in his ear, "Please, what?"
"Please, Mistress, let me pleasure you."