Under Wraps - Love Under Lockdown

“Really?” she asked though her mask. “Didn’t see a light flashing or anything. Really sorry about that.”

With several more apologies, she went into the back and came out a few minutes later, still apologizing, but also carrying a bag of ground coffee, which was really the most important thing.

I pushed the button for the elevator, once again tuckered out enough to want to go to bed. It had been a long but productive day, and the project was nearly finished. It really was a masterpiece of evidence and reason. I didn’t know much about such things, but I really couldn’t see a way that he could lose.

The lock clicked softly, granting me entrance to the suite. Damien was nowhere to be seen, so I figured he must be in the shower or something. Putting the bag down on the counter of the kitchenette, right next to the coffee maker so it would be easy to find, I went to the adjoining bedroom, stripping off my clothes as I went.

I could have cried, the shock so severe and sudden I actually dropped to my knees. In the middle of the bedroom, naked as the day he was born, was my sweet master, his beautiful cock hard and ready to pleasure me. Scattered around him on the floor were pink and white rose petals, formed in the shape of a heart and repeated on the bed itself. So, that was why the clerk hadn’t seen any calls. It was all a cunning ruse to get me out of the room. Very clever.

“I’ve called for room service. They will be up in about an hour to set up so we can eat after. I figure you’ll need some energy when I get through with you… Though, for right now, why don’t we get right down to it and celebrate our love properly?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, tears of joy streaming down my face.

He scooped me up into his strong arms and carried me over to the bed.

Chapter Eight

Damien

She really was quite light. I loved being able to carry her around, her arms wrapped around my neck, her face pressed gently to my chest. I walked though the roses, laying her down in the middle of the heart. Her legs opened as though by instinct, so I backed away to look at her. It was interesting how closely her delicate, pink pussy resembled the delicate, pink petals.

I worked my way up her thighs with long, loving caresses, gently stroking my sweet little pet when I got there. She hummed and moaned beautifully, letting me know how much she loved it and how much I was pleasuring her. I had always been thought of as kinky, but there was something no one really knew:

Far from getting off on causing pain, as was the negative stereotype, I was actually after pleasure, not for me, but for the one I was with. I was kinky, to be sure, but my kink was something of a rare one; basically, I got more pleasure out of giving pleasure than getting it. Watching the expression of pure bliss on a lover’s face, or hearing their screams of unbridled joy, did me in every time.

Getting her nice and relaxed, I reached over with my other hand and slid open the drawer in the nightstand. I did it quietly, so that she wouldn’t look over and see it before I was ready, so she wouldn’t ruin the surprise. I had done a lot in the room to prepare for her arrival, even with the short window of time I had. The petals on the floor and the bed were just the start of it.

I usually liked to use handcuffs; they restricted movement a lot more effectively than anything else, except maybe zip-ties, but they were dangerous. Not wanting Emma to get hurt, I went pretty far the other way, producing from the drawer, like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat, three lengths of silk rope.

Emma cooperated beautifully as I bound her hands, bringing them above her head and running the rope through the middle three rails on the headboard. Bringing the two ends back down, I carefully tied each of her wrists using a slipknot; it was easy to release, just not by her. After securing the two remaining ropes to posts at the foot of the bed, I tied her ankles, leaving her spread eagle on the bed.

I stroked her cheek to let her know all was well. She nuzzled my hand and kissed it. A merciful and generous master, I gave her two of my fingers to suck, which she did with great gusto.

Running my hand over her chin, down her neck and between her tits, I continued down, over her belly, across her pelvis and onto her pussy. Leaving my fingers there for a moment, I began to stroke her on the outside of her pussy in slow, hard circles, each one passing right over her clit. She moaned long and deep, her eyes closed with pleasure.