“Take two steps to the left and then four more steps forward.” Elena was breathing harder, faster, excited by the game and by Michael’s touch – by not knowing exactly what he was planning to do. The not knowing made it even more thrilling.
She inched forward, certain that she would run into a piece of furniture, not because she wasn’t trusting Michael but simply because she had a history of such clumsiness. She tried to picture the rooms they had been in the previous week, but nothing came to mind. When she stopped, though, she was proud of herself and trusting Michael more and more with each step.
“Trust me?” he whispered, again appearing behind her.
“Yes, I do,” she said. It was strange to talk to him without being able to see him, but she could not deny the immensely erotic effect to it.
She heard a door swing open; he was not going to untie her hands and let her open the door on her own. When she had received the tour of Michael’s house before, it hadn’t included a tour of his property as well.
“Take two steps and then one large step. That will take you outside.”
Elena felt the whole game being elevated to another level. Being outside and naked felt decadent; being outside and naked, blindfolded and hands bound, Elena felt like a sexual being deep in her core. Just as with the restaurant, she imagined eyes upon her; perhaps curious neighbors were watching her right now.
But Michael wouldn’t do that – or at least she didn’t think so. She took the steps and stood, feeling the cool breeze on her nearly-nude body. She heard random sounds of nature, but they sounded very distance. With her sight temporarily taken, Elena’s other senses were much more acute. She was certain that they had to be in his backyard; she was just very curious how it all looked.
She smelled a strong scent – something akin to bleach. “Chlorine,” she said aloud, feeling panicked. “Where are we?”
“In the yard, near the pool,” Michael said and Elena felt her heart thump erratically.
She was suddenly terrified, certain that she was going to drown. There was no way she could take another step. Even though she could feel grass beneath her feet, she was certain that the pool was only one step away.
Though she didn’t speak again, Michael must have seen her hesitation. “Trust me,” he said, his voice soothing, cutting through the fog of her panic. “I won’t let you drown.” He stroked her hair and she caught her breath, thinking perhaps he would hold on to her, but he gave the order to take two steps forward.
Elena was rooted to the spot with terror. If she could smell the pool, she knew that they had to be close. With her hands tied, she wouldn’t be able to swim. She was also aware that her fear of being wet in this pool was making her pussy drenched. She took one step and stopped, then took the other step and stopped.
“Good girl,” Michael said, whispering the words into her ear and she was surprised at how happy such simple words made her feel. Perhaps he knew how difficult it had been for her. He pressed his lips to hers and she kissed him eagerly. He picked her up and carried her into the pool. She began struggling against the silk tie, feeling his control but also her fear.
“I won’t let you go,” Michael promised. “Trust me,” he said again. Elena felt fear, but was encouraged by the feeling of the pool’s bottom beneath her feet. She trembled and he kissed her passionately, possessively. Elena could feel his naked chest against her own and she wondered when and where he had stripped. It didn’t matter, though; he was there, holding on to her in the pool and she was so aroused that when his hands parted her labia, she thought she would explode. He slipped a finger inside of her, working it in and out of her wet cunt as Elena gasped. It was soon joined by a second finger and Elena sighed, feeling so decadent and unbelievably sexual.
The fear of the water was being swallowed up by her need and by her desire for Michael. She spread her legs wider, wanting him inside of her any way she could have him.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he said, his fingers fucking her faster. Elena moaned. “So are you,” she said, knowing even though she couldn’t see him that he was standing there with her in the pool, nude and very attractive.
His fingers probed deep inside of her until he suddenly withdrew them. She moaned with the familiar frustration associated with Michael’s teasing. His hands were on her breasts, teasing her nipples between his fingertips. She thrust her breasts out to him, wanting him to claim her with his hands, his mouth. Now she felt his mouth on her nipples; his tongue against the hardened points.