The Naughty Stuff(39)
“No, you’re the first.”
“I’m sure it’s not because they haven’t thought it,” he replied and Lia felt like a naughty pixie.
Bound for Pleasure
From The Art of Submission
Perfect Image
Dylan
“What else is in that cabinet?” Her eyes are wide and inquisitive.
“Come take a look.” I can’t deny her when she looks at me like that.
She walks towards the cabinet and proceeds to go through a few of the drawers, pulling things out as I explain what they are and how they’re used. Her cheeks glow with embarrassment at the sight of the different vibrators and plugs, and she quickly closes the drawer when faced with them, and I have to hold my laughter at the look on her face.
In particular though, she seems very interested in the different restraints like the various cuffs, bondage tape, rope, blindfolds and surprisingly the collar. My, my - Isabel does have a dark side. With her curiosity piqued, she seems to have forgotten all about the belts.
“Everything in here seems a bit… um… unused,” she says, looking around the room.
She’s right. It does need a good cleaning in here. Now I can approach her about my idea of cleaning it together and making it our own.
“Yes, it hasn’t been used in a while. I told you I’ve been out of this lifestyle for some time. I thought maybe we could… you know… clean the room together. Take out the things you don’t like. It would be like a fresh start in here, for both of us.” Fuck. I sound nervous, which I am. Where the hell is my alter ego, damn it?
“I like that idea very much, Dylan,” she says sweetly and unblinking.
Yes! Nice work, Young. She’s crookedly smiling at me and twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. Why the fuck is she doing that in here? She knows what it does to me. She picks up a blindfold and the wrist cuffs that she tried on only moments ago and holds them out to me. What is she doing?
“Can you use these on me? Right now, please…”
Fuck yes. I’m always amazed at how quickly my cock can jump to attention at the hint of any sexual impropriety. Oh, sweet, polite little Isabel is begging to be bound and fucked? Yes, I think I can accommodate her.
Isabel
Dylan’s eyes light up and my heart leaps in my chest. Yes – take me now, Dylan, I want to scream at him. He’s thinking about something, but he doesn’t say what. The contract maybe? Whatever it is, it can wait; I can’t.
He takes the wrist cuffs and blindfold and we head out of the room. Not in here? Is it because of the way I reacted earlier?
“Not in here. Not yet. Let’s go to Chapel Hill,” he says playfully.
When we get into his office, he points to his large leather couch and explains that the brand of the sofa is Chapel Hill. Oh, I get it now. Very funny, Dylan. He sits down in the sofa and sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Undress for me, sweetheart.”
Holy hotness. He looks absolutely lustful saying that to me and I feel myself getting wet at his term of endearment. Damn it I love it when he calls me that. His eyelids are heavy with desire and I can barely see the blue showing through his dark lashes. I walk over and dim the lights a bit hoping he won’t mind.
“I know what you’re doing, Isabel. I’ll let it slide this time, but next time, I want the lights on so I can see you. All of you.”
Leave it to Dylan to call me out on that. I walk back over, stand in front of him and start to undress, slowly – the way he likes it. His blue hot eyes are scanning me up and down and he shifts uncomfortably on the couch. He must be hard. Good. I like him hard and waiting for me. When I’ve taken everything off except my bra and panties, he pulls me over to him and turns me around. His warm, rough hands are greedy and eager. But then he kisses me tenderly and my knees start to go weak. I love his mouth on me. Pulling my hands behind my back, he places the wrist cuffs on me. He’s quick and skilled at doing this, and it’s obvious he’s done this way more than I care to think about.
He stands up behind me and I can feel his rigidness dig into my lower back. I push back onto him while he slips the blindfold onto me. This is so erotic. I can’t see anything now and I can’t even move my hands. Suddenly my other senses come alive.
My hearing becomes acute. The sound of my own heart is beating loudly in my ears and my breathing is noisy. I can hear his breathing, too, and it’s quick and shallow. I feel him close behind me. The floor is cold underneath me and I hear the sound of the wood floor underneath our feet squeaking with our shifting movements. His large hand moves painfully slowly down the front of me, down my tummy and between my thighs. He feels so good. I can feel his breath on my neck as he starts kissing me. The vague sound of an airplane can be heard overhead outside and it only momentarily takes me out of this surreal moment, but then Dylan abruptly turns us around. He’s still behind me but I assume we’re now facing the couch. He starts to push and ease me down so I’m kneeling on it. He guides me slowly by my upper arms. He’s so strong but so gentle at the same time.