Elena melted into the seat, happy as Michael’s hands caressed her flesh. Elena felt a rush of excitement from his touch and from the connection they were making – and from her ability to remain in control of herself. She had had a setback – okay, a couple – but she was doing better and she could be in control.
Elena felt a soft tickle against her thigh. Oh, no! She knew Michael had a feather and she had to use every ounce of control she possessed to keep quiet. She was acutely ticklish, her skin sensitive and she had the sense that she would break down and lose her composure.
But Elena held it in and forced herself to be calm. Michael was tickling her legs, her belly and though Elena wanted to burst, she did not. No matter where Michael tickled her, she held onto the control because she knew she had to.
His hands were everywhere, the feather everywhere and though Elena squirmed within the tight ropes, she remained silent. Her whole body was aware of his, aware of his nearness and touch and his scent in her nostrils. Elena focused on controlling her noises and found that she was finally successful.
Finally the tickling stop and Elena sat in the silence waiting for the next tease, knowing that she could withstand it because Michael wanted her to. She wanted to. She waited for the tease that didn’t come.
“Good girl,” Michael whispered, his breath warm in her ear. Elena smiled, feeling proud of herself. Michael untied the thick ropes and massaged Elena’s wrists and ankles until the blood flowed back. She was pleased and she could hear from Michael’s voice that he was pleased as well.
“Thank you,” Elena said as Michael helped her out of the chair and laid her down on the thick, plush carpet. She knew she was ready for whatever Michael chose next. The carpet was soft against her bare ass, a welcome contrast from the wooden chair.
“Good job, Elena,” he said and she arched her body upward toward him. He knew how wet she was, how needy and though he appreciated her enthusiasm, he didn’t need the coaxing. He could feel her frustration and desire and he was feeling the same. Michael had left her blindfold in place and he noticed that she kept her hands up over her head, even though they were no longer tied. It pleased him and made his desire for her even greater.
“Keep your hands where they are,” Michael ordered and Elena nodded. She was feeling proud of herself for displaying such self-control and she wasn’t going to stop now. She grabbed strands of the carpet in her fists and held on. The chair was out of her reach though she reached for it. Instead, she would have to rely on herself.
Michael drew one of Elena’s hardened nipples into his mouth and she gasped as he began to suck on the sensitive flesh. He knew it was especially sensitive after the ice and the satin and feather, but she had done so well with it all. Elena breathed in, enjoying the sensation of his mouth against her skin. She was exquisite, so soft and beautiful and he loved the taste of her in his mouth.
“Mmmm, Michael,” she said and then stopped herself abruptly as though unsure whether she could speak now. She didn’t want him to think she was already forgetting the lesson he had taught. She knew that she could learn, wanted to learn.
“I want to hear you,” he assured Elena, wanting her to feel free to give up her control for now, to give it to him so they could both experience the pleasure that would bring. He wanted to make her sing, to scream, to cry out with every fiber of her being. He wanted to see and hear her reactions to him.
Michael moved to her other nipple, taking his time and savoring the sweetness of her skin. She moaned softly and he was pleased that she was enjoying herself. He certainly was. The sounds she made were intensely erotic and since he had given her free rein again, she was releasing the whimpers and moans she had not been able to before.
Elena felt a rush of pleasure as Michael touched her. His touches were erotic, arousing no matter where on her body he chose to touch and she felt herself getting lost in him. Without benefit of sight, she had to rely on his touches; her own hands were still above her head. She loved the feeling of his mouth against her skin – particularly on her nipples and it seemed she could not get enough of it.
Elena’s whole body was on fire for Michael and she pressed against him as much as she was able without using her hands or lifting them from position. Even though her hands were not tied, Elena wanted to show Michael how well she could control herself. She felt as though they were held in place by a mental bondage rather than a physical one, her body responding to Michael’s orders.
Though she wanted to throw her arms around him and rub her hands against him, she clung instead to his orders, staying right where he wanted her. She felt consumed by her need for him and each touch just further fueled her excitement. The touches felt different this time, though; there was no teasing in his hands or his lips.