I could also tell that something was… different.
“Hmmmm?”
“Shhhhh,” Michael said. “I let you sleep as long as I could.”
“Mmmfff?” I asked, my mouth unused to the feeling of the cloth gag. I wasn’t scared. But I did know he was up to something. “Mfff mfff!”
He bit his lip and ignored me, focused on what he was doing.
In this case, it was tying my leg to the corner post of what looked like a very expensive bed. He ran his hand up my leg and I shivered. I watched as he checked the knots and then sat back and admired his handiwork.
Me.
The sheet was slowly dragged down my body. I gasped at the sensation.
“Shhhhh… just relax. I won’t hurt you,” he said, teasingly. He leaned forward to study my eyes. “You aren’t afraid, are you?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t afraid. And then he smiled.
“Good. I would never hurt you or make you do something you don’t want to do… or have done. I just want to have a little… playtime,” he said, his eyes on my body now. If I had wanted to protest, I had lost my chance.
But the truth was, I couldn’t wait to see what he was up to.
I didn’t have to wait long.
He walked around the bed, touching me lightly, stroking my skin. Inspecting me. I watched him, starting to get more nervous by the second. And more aroused.
The way he was barely touching me was driving me absolutely insane…
“Hmmmmfff?” I mumbled through the gag in my mouth. It was the belt of my silk robe, I realized. How ironic to use my own belt against me.
He just chuckled.
“All in good time, my sweet,” he said, before sitting beside me. Then the real torture began. He touched me everywhere. Slowly and deliberately avoiding my most sensitive parts. Up and down my arms, scraping the inside of my forearms with his perfectly manicured nails. Then over my chest, just missing my already hard nipples. Over my belly and down my thighs, just missing the apex between my legs. Then back up again. Over and over until I was squirming with frustration.
Then he stopped altogether. That was even worse.
“Did you want something, Terri?” He asked as he started again, this time focusing on my chest. He let his fingers drag over my nipples, touching me where I wanted at last. But he didn’t linger. He worked on my breasts for what felt like forever, tugging on a nipple for a moment, then stopping, switching his focus constantly.
I moaned incoherently through the gag. I’d had no idea that just touching my breasts could make me feel this way. I was always excited when I was with Michael, but this was different.
This was madness.
My body was in control of my mind and my heart. And he had total control over my body.
My dignity was gone. My need to protect my heart. I was so desperate for his touch that I would have done anything.
And he knew it.
Michael knew it.
He smiled slowly and leaned down, tugging a nipple into his mouth. I whimpered as his hand slid down between my thighs, toying briefly with my sex before pulling away again.
This was worse than not being touched, I decided. Him touching me a little and then withdrawing… the torment was overwhelming. I needed pressure. I needed him.
But he didn’t stop the light teasing touches, or suckling on my aching breasts. Not until I was close to weeping. Then he clucked his tongue and shook his head.
“Did you want something? I can’t hear you?”
I cursed a blue streak but he just laughed, tapping his ear.
“Sorry darling, I can’t hear a word.”
Then he did something that almost made me weep with relief, even though he was no longer touching me. He stood and started undressing. I watched hungrily as he exposed his gorgeous chest. Then he pulled his pants away, leaving his boxers. I salivated at the sight of that gorgeous bulge where his erection jutted proudly forward.
I swallowed hungrily. He had yet to let me taste him. I hadn’t understood why he was so eager to please me in the past, but now I did. My desire for him was so strong that making him feel pleasure would be enough, or nearly enough, to satisfy me.
“Hmmmfff!”
He smiled calmly, climbing between my thighs. I knew my torture was about to begin again, in earnest. He used his hands to spread my legs even further apart, then looked down at my body.
I shivered in anticipation as his breath fanned my sensitive flesh. My wetness made the air chilly. He leaned forward so slowly it felt like a year and a day before I felt his tongue against me.
He explored me slowly, teasing my clit with his fingers for a while and then stopping. He glanced up at me with a look of pure innocence. He moved over me and I nearly sagged in relief. He would take me now.