I watch goosebumps slowly spread across her skin. The silken sheets doing nothing to keep her body warm, bare as it was for me in all its naked glory. The softly rumbling air conditioner set to max admittedly might not help. As it was sending out waves of cold air that caressed skin flushed with the heat of excitement. The four point restraints grown as their tight grip is tested, limbs flexing against an iron grip. Her head moves from side to side, the thick black band of the scarf helping the blindfold hide her eyes. Chopin drifts out of the head set clamped over her ears, something light yet deafening all the same.
I smile to myself, I'd taken away her senses. Reducing her world to that burning skin, suddenly more alive than it has ever been. The brain searching the only sensory input left to it in search of a threat. Parsing over touch. Making her painfully aware of the passage of each breath of cold air. The exquisite smoothness of the sheets beneath her. The flick of a feather across her nipple.
She gasps. Her entire body straining towards the flickering touch. A soft half-felt thing that dances across her body. Swishing across her nose. Sliding along her inner thigh. Ticking her little toe. One touch breeding a hundred other imagined echoes that jolt her body until the next true caress. I puppet her into a dance set to the music of building passion. A quick flick of my thumb conjures a flame from my lighter. The remote and small heat so sudden that she yelps in surprise. Fingernails glance against her inner thigh. Hot breath flows across her neck. The world expanding as I add input, drawing her into a world of my creation.
Now where did I put that vibe?
