My head falls back against the chair, eyes closed while his hands stroke the inside of my thighs. The calluses on his palms feel like heaven against my sensitive skin.
"Unzip your dress." He says.
I'm snapped out of my daze by his first quiet demand. He grips my ankle again as I lean forward clumsily finding the metal tongue. The position makes me feel even more exposed and vulnerable. After a few failed attempts, he leans over me.
The humor returns to his eyes, "You're so fucking sexy." His voice is laced with pent up laughter.
I can't help but giggle as he wrestles the zipper. His lean body is bent over me, exposing a firm belly I suddenly want to bite. I peer over my shoulder as I hear him wrestling with the difficult garment. Good, I think, he's distracted.
A Cheshire grin spreads across my face as I set in a little plan. A surprise attack, if you will. He'd caught me off guard and now it was his turn. In front of me, his pants hung lose, the button undone.
"I'm going to lean forward some more. See if that helps." I say innocently.
As I readjust myself, my face nearly brushes an inviting bulge beneath the denim fabric. I grin wickedly again before I bring my hands around his waist and open my mouth. In unison, I firmly push him forward and plant my lips against his hard cock; excitement sending electric shock waves through my body as I feel him tense above me.
I let out a soft moan as I nibble on him over the thick fabric, "I can't wait to taste you," I whisper. "I know you're going to be delicious."
His body shivers, "Fuck this dress." He says and I hear a loud rip as he easily tears it down my back.
He tries to step back, but my grip on him tightens. I know he could escape if he wanted to, bit I look up to see his eyes glazed over with pleasure as he watches me.
"Do you like this, Sir?" I ask through nibbles.
His teeth are clenched when he answers, "More than you know."
I bring my hands to the top of his jeans and tug, but his firm around my wrists stop me, "You surprised me, but I'm not done with you yet."
Before I can think, he pins my arms behind my back and I feel something soft wrap around my wrists. His mouth devours mine and when he steps back, like magic, I'm restrained.
"They're leather cuffs." He says, "How do they feel?"
I move my hands, surprised there's enough space for me to slide them back and forth in the soft material. Before I answer, I wiggle side to side, making sure nothing bites into my skin, "They're firm, but they aren't uncomfortable."
"Good. Now, how do you feel?"
I close my eyes once more, evaluating myself. Now that the introduction's over, I make mental notes about my body's reaction to being restrained, "I'm excited."
