Take a Breath(75)

I grab a wooden chair that Jake keeps in the far corner of the room. It’s perfect for what I’m about to do—although I can’t believe that I’m doing it. I have never done something like this in my whole life and yet Jake seems to bring it out of me.

I grab one of his ties and call him up. I have the handcuffs placed hidden between my legs and I grip them for dear life.

Jake quickly emerges pushing the door open. He looks at me and then the chair. He’s looking rather confused.

“I need you to sit here a second so I can give you my surprise.”

“You know the only reason why I’m doing this is because I’m so intrigued by what you’re up to.”

He sits dutifully in the chair and I pull the tie around his eyes. He jerks and tries to pull the tie off.

I just smack his hand and say, “You need to be blindfolded for this surprise. Don’t you trust me, Jake?”

He doesn’t look happy but complies. I can’t believe how well this is going so far.

“Right, I need you to pull your hands round so you can feel this.”

He does as he’s told and I grab his hands. He’s frantically trying to feel for whatever his surprise is, so I quickly click both handcuffs on him in a millisecond. I shoot up and give myself a high five.

“Ana, what the fuck. Get these off me.”

“Now, now Jake, you’re spoiling my surprise here.”

He’s seething. “Ana, what the fuck are you up to?

“You will see in a minute, but for now I must get ready,” I answer.

“What the hell does that mean? Ana, at least get this tie off me so I can see.”

“All in good time, Jake. All in good time.”

I quickly make a beeline for the drawer, remembering my black and red silk Basque with bows on. I attach some stockings to my belt, grab a CD from my room, and set it up in his CD player.

I then get a top hat—that I knew Jake had in his closet—and a riding crop that’s been buried in there from his horse riding days. I light a candle, dim the lights and slip on my racy red patent high heel shoes.

Right, I think I’m set.

Jake—noticing that the lighting has changed in the room—tries to look around. It is a rather funny, but sexy scene in front of me now.

“Right, I’m going to let you see now, Jake.”

“About fucking time. What have you been—”

I take the tie from him as he stops and gapes—his eyes wide with lust.

“What the fuck. Ana, you have to let me out of these handcuffs.”

“Ah, ah, Jake.” I shake the riding crop in front of him and he wriggles a bit more. I start the music up choosing “Feelin’ Love,” by Paula Cole, as it is a very sensual song, and quite fitting for what I have in mind.

Jake’s mouth is agape as I dance around the room. This is exactly what I was aiming for. I place the riding crop on my lips, trail it down towards my stomach and finally landing it between my legs. Jake strains against the cuffs and the thought of him like this turns me on like nothing ever before.

I place the other hand above my breast and squeeze, emphasising that I’ve pinched my nipple. With my hand pointing south, I push down towards my sex as I scoop to the floor. I spread my legs out towards him cupping myself. He’s pulling more and more, pain evident on his face.

I move across to his bed and with my back against the bedpost, I slide down with the riding crop between my legs. I move it up and down and throw my head back as if in ecstasy. My God this is sexy as hell. Jake just brings the tigress out in me.

I move over to him, his frustration seeping through every pore of his features. I position myself straddling his lap. I pull the riding crop up to my lips and push the tip of it in my mouth and suck. Jake closes his eyes and growls. I am obviously giving the desired effect. I trail the riding crop down from his cheek towards his chest and down to his groin. I spin myself around and bend over in front of him. He strains again against the handcuffs once more.

I move my hand around my legs and up towards my derriere and rub around it seductively. I watch his reactions and his face looks like he’s on fire. This was definitely worth the wait. I’ve never enjoyed myself so much. The anticipation of knowing that soon he will be inside me is burning its way deep into my soul. The soul Jake owns hands down. I love this man, want this man, yearn for this man. No one could ever come as close.

The song is coming close to its end as I spin round once more and move my hips up and down above his crotch. He growls once more as I trail my hand down his chest, towards his groin, and squeeze just how hard he is for me. He jerks at the chair and I feel the vibration in his chest as he lets out another pained sound.