For His Desire(7)

She waited for him to take her back to his bedroom, but Michael was full of surprises. He began undressing Elena, slowly pulling off her blue dress. “This,” he said, kissing her, “is an excellent dress.” Her hair was worn loose, falling around her shoulders and he brushed it back to reveal her neck.



Michael kissed her neck, trailing kisses down to her shoulders. She felt particularly bare without her g-string, standing in Michael’s foyer wearing only her red, lacy bra and stockings and shoes.



“I feel naked,” she murmured, wanting to cover herself, but also wanting him to look at her and see her, see all of her.



“I’ll help with that,” he said, his voice still low. “Do you want this?” He waited for Elena to nod before placing the blindfold over her eyes, enclosing her in the darkness.

Help? The blindfold only intensified the sensations she was having and though it was only Michael there, she felt on display, more naked than if she had been standing there wearing nothing.



There was silence for a few moments and Elena tried to listen to tell what Michael was doing. “You are so beautiful,” he said finally. Had he been watching her?



“Want to play a game?” he asked and she was nearly panting with need when she nodded. Maybe a game meant that he would touch her; the teasing was exciting, but she couldn’t help but want more.



“Yes,” she said. “I do.”



Though she couldn’t see herself, Michael could and he liked what he saw. Her bright red lipstick stood out against her pale skin and the black blindfold. She had such a beautiful way about her, yet he could see how unsure of herself she was.



“I want you to listen to the sound of my voice and walk ahead of me. I’ll give you directions and as long as you listen and do as I say, you won’t fall.”



Elena got wetter still when she felt Michael’s hands on her. “Lean on me,” he instructed. He pulled off her heels, but left her stockings in place. Without the benefit of sight, he didn’t want her heels to get caught in the plush carpet.



“Where we’re going, you won’t need those shoes,” he teased and Elena blushed. She felt more aroused than she had earlier – though she would not have thought that was possible. She couldn’t help but wonder how she appeared to him.



“Where are we going?” she asked, the words escaping her lips before she could stop them.



“I thought you liked to answer questions, not ask them,” Michael said. There was still a teasing tone to his voice and Elena found it incredibly exciting to her. She wanted to do as he said, though the thought of not being able to see made her very nervous.



Elena was silent then, waiting for whatever Michael had planned. She heard his voice from behind her. “Step forward,” he said. “Four steps and then stop.”



Elena took one tiny step in front of her. She couldn’t believe that she was already feeling disoriented. Perhaps if she had been at home among much more familiar surroundings, she would have felt more confident. Yet she also knew that it wouldn’t be the same mentally if she could navigate the rooms without the benefit of Michael’s guidance. She had to trust him and that made it more difficult. She placed her hands out in front of her, not out of a lack of trust but as instinct.



When Elena stopped, she felt Michael behind her. His footsteps had been muffled by the carpet and she didn’t hear him approach. “Hands behind your back,” he said and Elena complied. She wasn’t going to second guess herself; instead she was going to jump in. The thought made her breath catch in her throat. She felt incredibly excited, wanting Michael to alleviate some of the arousal that was just building and building.

Elena felt Michael’s hands between her legs along with something else, lightly brushing her clit. It took her a moment to recall the item, but she knew it was the silk tie that Michael had used to bind her hands to his headboard. The memory was still so fresh in her mind that she found herself experiencing it all over again.



Michael lifted the tie, increasing the pressure on her clit and Elena moaned. Just as suddenly, Michael removed the tie and used it to bind her wrists behind her. She groaned in frustration and disappointment and she could hear Michael’s chuckle in her ear. “Not yet,” he said. “We’re not done playing.”



Michael’s mouth was on her breasts, kissing and sucking the flesh that spilled out of her red bra. Elena felt him remove the bra and with her hands bound behind her, she could not cover her breasts. She was aware that her nipples were erect, hard points begging for Michael’s tongue. His mouth kissed her naked breasts, but he ignored her nipples. Elena thrust her breasts forward, but instead of touching her again, though, he simply issued his next order.