“You also won’t be allowed to watch me while I’m taking my satisfaction from you,” I explained, and bound his eyes carefully with a silky black scarf. “I do, however, want you to talk to me, so I will not bind your mouth.”
“Thank you,” he breathed, rapt and naked on the ground.
I circled the ropes around his wrists first, knotting and cinching as I went. I tied some intricately, since I was, after all, a master of fine arts and aesthetics. I used red ropes on his torso, forming a knotty cage around his chest and stomach. The longest stretch of rope I saved for his legs, and bound them together from the ankles to the knees. Once he was fully immobile and prone, I lashed his wrists and ankles to the bolts in the floor and my masterpiece was complete, cocooned in rope.
He was aroused and ready for me, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside. The thought of just his cock touching me, with the rest of his body lashed to the floor, nearly sent me over the edge as I almost lowered myself down on him.
But I wanted to take my time. I hadn’t spent enough effort on enjoying William’s body. I wanted to savor this man’s fine-ass form.
I kneeled on the tatami mat next to him and ogled to my heart’s delight. He couldn’t see me, so I felt comfortable taking in the view at my leisure. He could wait—he should wait. I’ve seen some fine specimens in my time, but William’s body was absolutely flawless. I ran my hand down his arm and we both shuddered at the electricity between us. I swirled my finger in the crook of his elbow—even parts of him that weren’t sexy were sexy. So I decided to lick the places on him that startled me with their unexpected sensuality.
Starting with his wrists—the part peeking through the rope. Normally, wrists aren’t good for anything aside from watches or shackles, but William’s were pieces of art. His muscles and tendons were taut beneath his smooth, cool skin. I ran my fingers over this beautiful body part, and moved on quickly when my subconscious told me I should feel a pulse beneath that satiny skin. What do I know? I asked myself, I’m a geisha, not a doctor. Ignore it.
I moved on to his calves. Now, once in a while, watching sports, I may or may not notice a man’s calves, but William’s legs were absolutely gorgeous. They were long and lanky, with just enough curve to them. His muscles were well defined without being muscle-bound. He was Nature’s perfection; he was Adam and he was the apple. He was pure temptation.
“I want you to talk to me, William. Tell me about your first fantasy about me,” I said, parting my kimono and preparing to ride him.
“As you wish, sweet Cherry,” he said, voice thick with desire. I smiled at how bad he wanted it. I bit my lip, awaiting his story.
“In my mind, you were wearing a black kimono, as dark as night,” he said, managing to keep his composure as I lowered myself down, down, down, until he was completely inside me. I swirled my hips, adjusting to his hard body.
I started to rock back and forth as he spoke. “I wanted you so badly, it felt wrong. A lowly man such as myself could never have you. The kimono was so sheer, I could almost make out your delicate figure beneath. I wanted to run my fingers over every single curve of your body,” he confessed.
I quickened my pace, desire building fast. Almost too fast. His voice was absolutely hypnotic. “Why didn’t you? It’s your fantasy, servant.” Tell me more, you gorgeous fiend. I gripped the rope at his hips and swirled my hips slowly. He panted.
“I didn’t deserve you, even in my fantasy. All I could bring myself to do at first was to kiss your feet.”
My body was on fire as I writhed in passion on top of him. He was so motionless beneath me, doing exactly as I asked, just being there for me to use.
He was such a good boy; perhaps he could have a reward later.