Aisha smiled, and they kissed some more.
Soon they were rising from the table, their hands exploring each others body, and her dress, so carefully picked out was lifted over her head, and dropped to the floor. She wore no underwear, a fact that Anthony appreciated with a grunt as he groped at her breasts with both hands. They kissed and fondled as they made their way to his king sized bed in the corner of the apartment. He pushed her back on the bed and began unbuttoning his own shirt, but Aisha sat up and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying. She bit her lip and grinned up at her lover. Her fingers went to his zipper, pulling it down and then she slid a hand inside his fly, pulling his already engorged cock out through the flap, without taking off his pants.
She gripped him tightly and began jerking him, sliding her hand back and forth over his member.
“Suck my cock,” he said in the dim light, his voice husky and breathless.
“Shut the fuck up,” Aisha said, and then she pushed him away and stood in front of him. She pulled his ruined shirt from his shoulders after undoing his tie. “Turn around,” she demanded, and he did so. She was completely in charge, and he wasn’t fighting her on that point. She took his tie and slipped it over his head, resting it across his eyes before tightening it so it would stay and function as a blindfold. She reached down and undid the button on his pants, and then bent slowly, planting kisses down his back while she lowered them. When he was nude she guided him to lie on the bed, and after he did, he reached for her, but she stepped away.
“Hold on,” she said. “Jerk your own cock for once.”
She turned and made her way back to the dining room, taking the purse that she had brought from it’ place on the back of the chair where she had sat. When she returned to the bedroom, she stood for a moment and watched him. Anthony had a hold on his hard cock, and he was pleasuring himself, moving his hand slowly along his member.
“Stop,” she said, and he did. Aisha opened her purse and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. They weren’t fuzzy, they weren't pink, they were steel and cold, and she slipped one locking hoop on each wrist in turn, and then attached the other end of each pair to his headboard. He wouldn’t have been able to move if he wanted to.
“This is surprising,” Anthony grinned, and Aisha didn’t say anything. Instead, she climbed onto the bed and shifted, so she was kneeling over his face. Her pussy was moist and warm, and when she lowered herself onto his lips, he began lapping at her wet slit, happily and eagerly. She was facing his feet, and she leaned forward, pressing her large breasts against the bottom of his toned stomach as she brought herself level with his cock. She held herself up a bit with one hand, and gripped his throbbing member with the other, and then took him into her mouth.
She teased him, feeling empowered by having him cuffed to his bed. Her tongue traced tiny circles around the head of his cock, and she left his shaft to her hand. He tried to arch his hips up, to force his cock deep within her mouth, but she didn’t let him. He was tonguing her with skill that came from age and experience, and she came suddenly after ten minutes, his tongue buried inside her, his chin rubbing against her clit as he probed her pussy.
When she was done, she climbed off of him, and then, without speaking, she left the bed. She went out to the kitchen, wanting to torture him, wanting to make him want her even more. She filled a glass with water from the tap and drank it slowly. She heard him calling for her, but she ignored him. When she finally returned his cock was still hard, angry and red and yearning and he was pumping his hips up and forth in a display of desire gone unfulfilled.
“You came back,” he said.
“I guess I should make you come,” she said. She climbed on top of him, facing him, and used her hand to guide him inside of her. Aisha controlled the pace, rocking slowly on top of him. She bent forward, kissed him. When she moved up, so her brown nipple rubbed his lips he parted them and sucked on her.
It was long and slow and tender, but finally, he was coming, grunting aloud and thrusting upward as his cock dumped his load in her tight pussy. She waited until his dick had stopped jumping and thrusting, and then she pulled herself off of him, and laid down beside him.
“Are you going to uncuff me?” he panted.
“Maybe,” Aisha said with a wicked grin.
“At least take the blindfold off,” her boss pleaded.
“I will. Eventually.”
“You’re evil,” Anthony said.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Okay.”
Aisha left him blindfolded because she felt like an idiot bringing all of this up, after only a month or so of dating. But still, it had been weighing on her mind of late, and she didn’t want just to let it go.