The next thing I know, I'm being woken up by someone sinking into bed next to me. I turn into the warmth of Nate's body and slowly open my eyes.
“Sorry, should I just let you sleep?” he asks, kissing the top of my head.
“No way,” I reply drowsily. “You have to have your surprise.”
“Where is it?” he asks, looking around. I lift my arm and point down at my body. He grins, and pinches the top of the sheet in his fingers and begins to slowly pull it down. I bite my lip as I hear his sharp intake of breath as he reveals my bra. He pauses, looking up at my face.
“There's more,” I promise him. He keeps pulling the sheet down, and finally pulls it over the barely-there panties. He tosses the sheet at my feet and runs his hand from my knee up my inner thigh.
“What shall I do with you tonight, Brynn?” he asks, eyeing my lingerie.
“Whatever you want,” I breathe.
“Stand up,” he says abruptly. I stand, and he eyes me up and down, licking his lips, then narrows his eyes. “You have any high shoes?”
“You mean heels?” I ask, with a smile. “Yeah.”
“Put them on.” I walk over to my closet and slip them on, then walk back.
“Better?” I ask, turning a little so he can see me from other angles.
“Nothing could make you look any better than you already do, Brynn. It wasn't about your appearance, it was about your height.” I frown at him in confusion. “Come here,” he says, walking over to the bedpost nearest to the door. I follow him. He takes me by the hips and moves me so that my back is pressed up against it. “You remember what happened in this exact spot? The first time I tried to kiss you, you denied me.”
I smile. “I remember how much self-control it took.”
“Good answer. Stay there.” He walks over to my bureau and rummages around until he pulls out a couple of my old t-shirts and then walks back. “Close your eyes.”
I obey, and feel him wrap one of the shirts around my head, tying it in the back but slightly to the side, so that it doesn't hit the bed post. As he steps back, I try to open my eyes to test the blindfold, and find I can't see anything.
“You trust me?” he asks. I nod. “Hands behind your back. Grip the bedpost.” I feel my insides clench as I obey, spreading my palms against the solid wood of the bed. A moment later, I feel the other t-shirt wrapping around both my wrists and the posts, holding me securely against it. “Pull against it.” I try, but don't get anywhere. “Good.” I can sense him leaning in toward me, and feel the heat emanating from his body.
“Brynn, tonight I'm going to make you beg for it, understand?” I feel his warm breath against my cheek and squirm in anticipation against my bondage. “I'm going to deny you until you can't take it anymore. Until you beg me. Say that you understand.”
“I understand.” He's barely touched me, and I can already feel how wet I am against my new panties. Suddenly, I feel his fingertips on my arm, just above where the t-shirt is holding me to the bed. He trails his fingers lightly up my arm, barely touching me. My mouth drops open and I feel my heart rate speed up. His fingers continue across my clavicle, then down my other arm. As they make their way back up, I attempt to arch against him, but I can't.
He stops for a moment, then continues, his touch leaving a burning trail across my body. His fingers run straight down my chest and over the middle of my bra. Just as I think he's going to skip my breasts entirely, he moves back up and barely grazes the tops of my breasts, just above the cups. I gasp as he makes contact, but he quickly moves away, running his fingers down to my ribcage, then across my stomach. They dip for a moment into my belly button, and I hope he's going to continue down to my panties, but he skips them entirely, jumping down to the top of my thighs. He traces the length of one of my legs, then moves to the other.
As his fingers reach the top of my left leg, he breaks off contact. I feel sweat collect on my palms, despite the coolness of my bedroom. Where is he? Suddenly I feel his breath on my neck. Then his tongue is inside my ear, taking a long, languid lick. I moan, and my hands grip the bedpost more tightly. I hear him click his tongue.
“Brynn, we've barely even started.”
I let my head fall back against the bedpost. How long is he going to torture me? As if in response, his hand slides up my neck to my chin, holding my face in place. His lips press against mine, roughly opening my mouth to his tongue. Then he steps into me, his legs spreading mine open, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. The full contact is sweet relief, even if it does make me want him even more. His right hand glides over my ass and pulls me against his erection. My mouth is wide open to his, and our tongues massage each other's.