He held up the blindfold, silently asking me. That nervous excitement tipped more towards the nervous end of the scale. I nodded again, and he wrapped the soft fabric around my head, until all I could see was darkness. I closed my eyes, chest rising and falling heavily.
Nathan tugged on my skirt, ridding me of it. I shimmied my hips, helping him. I was now almost naked and tied up, while he was still fully dressed. I'd never felt so vulnerable.
I'd never felt so turned on.
I felt Nathan shift on the bed, leaning back. He didn't do anything for long moments. I had to imagine he was staring at me. Drinking me in. Planning his next move.
"Now what?" I asked, voice only slightly shaky.
"Now I get back at you for teasing me."
My heart thumped heavily.
He hadn't been planning his next move.
He'd been plotting his revenge.
A soft kiss was placed on my cheek, warm and sweet. Nathan's lips moved down, brushing along my neck. He continued down to my collarbone, and then to the swell of my breasts, peppering kisses everywhere. I relaxed down into the bedding, feeling cherished and cared for.
Nathan sucked a nipple into his mouth. I gasped out loud, bucking against him in surprise. He nibbled gently with his teeth, alternating between nipping and sucking. I writhed against him, wanted to bury my hands in his hair, but unable to move them.
Long before I was satisfied, he switched to my other breast, giving it the same attention. The sensation went straight to my core, heating me up from the inside.
Again, he stopped before I had my fill. He kissed along my ribcage to my stomach. He dipped his tongue into my belly button. I squealed. He blew a cold breath into it. I shivered. It was like he knew every spot on my body, making me respond in just the right away.
His tongue trailed down my lower belly, until his nose was at the elastic of my panties. My muscled clenched, waiting, wanting.
He shifted back up to cover me with his body and pressed another kiss to my other cheek.
I groaned as he repeated the familiar pattern on my other side, a slow, torturous process. Every firm press of his lips only reminded me of other places he could be paying attention to.
Over and over it went, soft kisses and gentle bites, all over my skin, except for the one place I was dying to receive his touch.
I squirmed against him as he once again went back to my cheek.
"Nathan…" I whined.
"Yes?" he asked in a low voice.
"I need more."
"Hm, I don't know," he drawled. "You were pretty mean back there, touching yourself when you knew I couldn't do anything but sit and listen to you moan."
"You know you loved it."
He hummed, darkly amused. "I did love it. I suppose maybe I should stop being so mean to you and give you what you want."
"God, yes, please."
Nathan left me for a brief moment, only long enough to pull off my panties. He returned to the bed, kneeling between my legs. He spread my thighs wider, baring all of me to his sight. I could feel his eyes on me, fixated on my core. I could just imagine them burning with a fiery hunger and I longed to see it, but the blindfold made it impossible.
He waited for moments too long, making my insides ache and swell.
"Please," I begged. "I need…"
Before I could finish, he darted down and sucked my clit into his mouth. I shrieked, head thumping back against the pillows, hands fisting in their restraints. I wanted to grab his head and grind against him but I couldn't move. It was infuriating. It was exhilarating. Too many thoughts and emotions swirled inside me and I suddenly realized the appeal of this bondage thing.
If he'd been teasing before, he'd certainly stopped. He sucked and twirled and licked and gave his utmost attention to the most sensitive part of me. I thrashed back and forth, breath coming in fits and starts. It was almost too much, the sensations almost painful even as I lost myself in pleasure.
