I'd been thinking about him all day when the thought first occurred to me. Instantly I knew he would enjoy what I had in mind. It was the logistics that could be a problem. I sat at my desk, my work completely forgotten, tapping my pen against my teeth. I wanted it to be a surprise but when dealing with him I'd found it often hard to keep my wits about me. He has this remarkable ability to make me forget about everything except my body's response to being in close proximity to him.
"Are those contracts ready?"
I was sitting back in my large chair, my legs were crossed and my shoe was tangling off the end of one stocking clad foot.
"Hmmm?"
"The contracts I asked you for? Are they ready?"
"What?" I finally realized that the MD was standing in my office doorway looking mildly irritated.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I was running over some figures in my mind." Okay, so it was only one figure - his.
"The contracts we talked about earlier. Are they ready?"
"Yes. I've already sent them over to be signed." I turned back to the papers scattered across my desk and tried to look busy.
"Good, let me know the minute they get back. I want them signed and sealed by five o'clock tonight."
"No problem." While I liked my job, at the moment the only thing I wanted was to be left alone. I had some major planning to do and only a few hours in which to get it all accomplished.
With one last look at me, he turned on his heel and walked out of my office, closing the door behind him. I fell back into my chair, letting my arms flop over the sides, and blew a puff of air towards the ceiling. If I had to wait around all day for the contracts to come back from our client there wouldn't be enough time to set things up for tonight. I decided my best bet was to send our driver across to retrieve the contracts.
An hour later the driver had returned and I was on my way to where my car was parked. The MD was impressed with my initiative in seeing that the contracts were signed and returned early enough to be filed that he hadn't so much as batted an eyelash when I announced that I was leaving for the day.
By the time I had everything I needed I'd come to realize that this project was going to take brains, not brawn. If I were to use brute strength it would require another person, something I was not willing to do. So, after pulling into the driveway and closing the front door behind me I went in search of the last few things I would need.
Some minor modifications and everything was ready. The only thing that was still missing was my boyfriend. But far be it for me to say that he would ever disappoint me. At seven o'clock, on the dot, I heard the gate open and his car pull into the driveway. Quietly, I made my into my bedroom.
Tired but feeling good after the work-out, he let himself into the house. He was surprised to see that the house was almost completely dark. My car was parked outside and usually when I beat him home I'd be there to greet him with a smile and a drink. Wondering if everything is all right, he drops his gym bag by the door and calls for me.
Soon he realises that there's a flickering light coming from the bedroom. The door is partly open and he can hear the soft sounds of music playing in the background.
Slowly, he pushes the door open and is rewarded by the sight of me standing at the end of the bed. I smile softly as he walks towards me. I can see the desire already shining brightly in his eyes and my heart starts beating a little bit faster, a little bit harder. Simply watching him walk across the room, watching his body move, and knowing what it feels like to have him pressed up against me gets me excited.
So enthralled am I in watching his progress towards me that I almost forget my goal for the evening. Like I said, witless when he's around.
As he draws near I step forward and slide my hand up and under his sweatshirt. His hair is damp from gym and his skin smells fresh as I pull the shirt over his head. Next I slide his pants down off his hips and past his thighs, helping him to step out of them. Once he's completely naked I take him by the hands and lead him back to the bed. I force him down on the bed, following him until he scoots up towards the headboard.
He's lying on his back, my body completely covering his when I lower my head and kiss him. My lips gently brush across his just before I trace the outline of his lips with the tip of my tongue. As our lips part and our tongues meet I run my hands down his arms until our fingers are entwined.
The taste of him along my lips and tongue sets my head spinning and I struggle to maintain control. Control. That is what tonight is all about. It's about time that I took control in the bedroom and showed him just who's boss.
Slowly, I start to bring his hands up over his head, deepening the kiss until the only thing he can think about is the wet warmth of my mouth and all the different places I could take it. His mind starts to cloud and the only thing he can think of is grabbing my hips and forcing me down onto his hard, swollen cock. He start to lower his arms only to find that he's been restrained.
"What the????" He breaks the kiss and looks up at the headboard, realizing for the first time the length of rope and handcuffs effectively hidden in the darkness of the room. One look from the handcuffs to me and all his confusion is cleared away by the mischievous smile that lingers on my face. He gives each arm a fierce tug only to find that he is well and truly bound to the bed.
While he was busy exploring the possibility of freeing his hands I was busy binding his ankles so that now he was laying spread eagle on the bed. Smiling up at where I stood at the bottom of the bed he says; "This could be fun."
My smile only goes brighter as I turn and make my way across the room to the dressing table at the other end of the room. I sit down, my body angled so that he can see my profile, the outline of one, generous breast, and my legs, which were exposed when I crossed them and the sides of my robe fell open.
Picking up a pen I start to jot some notes down regarding a meeting I have the next morning. There are a couple points I want to make sure to go over with the other directors. I also have a meeting later in the afternoon and I need to confirm that our auditors will be there.
He lies there, watching me work, at first baffled by the sudden change in events. Once again he gives each rope a good tug thinking that if there is anyway of getting free he's sure to find it. And when he does he's going to make me pay for this delightful little diversion.
But the ropes hold and he goes back to watching me. One leg swings back and forth slowly, in time to the music that still plays in the background while at the same time I write furiously. My head bent over the notepad he notices the smooth line of my neck, my hair and the gentle features of my face. He also notices something else, something hasn't seen often in the bedroom lately. For the first time he realises that I am in control.
The realization sends desire coursing through his body. He knows that there is more in store for him but that for now I am expertly drawing the moment out. Making him wait until I'm ready to begin. Now that he understands he's content to watch and wait. However, soon contentment turns into concern as I continue to work. This is followed by a sense of annoyance that I seem to have forgotten him while his body is still hard and swollen.
Contrary to what he believes, I am more than aware of him. I notice every shift and change in his expression and I note when his body goes from aroused to tense. It is only then that I put my pen down and walk back to the base of the bed. His eyes are on me the whole time and as he watches I undo the belt at my waist and let my gown fall to the floor.
I'm naked underneath and his quick indrawn breath tells me that he still appreciates the sight. Slowly, I kneel on the end of the bed and crawl up between his legs. I haven't touched him yet and I can see his entire body straining against its restraints trying to get closer, to encourage my touch.
I run my fingers through my hair, lifting my arms and thrusting my breasts forward. My nipples, already hard, point up from their rose colored tips and he yearns to take one in his mouth. From there my hands slide down my neck, over my collarbone, and between my breasts, stopping only to caress their way back up again. Only this time my hands slide underneath my breasts and lift them slightly, cupping them in my palms.
He watches, his cock hard and swollen, the head of his dick purple with the need for release.
Slowly, I take my nipples between my fingers and squeeze. My eyes close, my head falls back, and I moan as they harden even more. "Ohhh ... they feel so good. I'd bet you'd like to touch them?"
"Yes." He tries to reach out with his hand only to realize that I have no intention of letting him touch me ... yet.
"Hmmm ... can you imagine how wet I am right now?" I look at him and smile as one hand releases my breast and slowly travels to my cunt. He watches as I slide my fingers across my mound and in between my lips. "Oh, I'm sooo wet and my clit is hard and swollen."
"God. Please, let me touch you."
"No, but I will let you taste me." I run my finger, wet with my own juices along his lips. He licks at my taste, trying to suck my finger into his mouth. "Oh, no. Not yet." I slide my hand back between my thighs and circle my clit with my fingers while my other hand continues to caress my breast.
He watches as I kneel between his spread thighs, my hand on my pussy as I circled my clit and slid my fingers into my pussy. "Hmmm ... it feels so good. I'm so wet and warm. Just think how good it would feel to slide that hard, swollen cock of your deep inside of me."
He wasn't sure whether he wanted to beg or call me a bitch for teasing him so unmercifully. He could see my fingers working on my clit, see it swell and throb and glisten with moisture. My hips were rocking back and forth slightly, in rhythm with my fingers. He knows me and my body well and he can see my orgasm coming closer and closer and he longs to be buried deep inside of me, to feel me explode around the head of his cock as he thrust himself in deeper and deeper.
As much as I wanted to make him watch me cum I feel empty without him buried deep inside of me. The game has been fun but I need the contact of his skin against mine. I need to hear his breathing, to know that he's as lost in the sensation of our fucking as I am. Slowly I crawl up onto his body and straddle his hips. My eyes never leaving his, I guide him to the entrance to my body. He can feel my heat as the head of his cock draws closer. His body is locked tight, waiting for that first brush of moist heat as I slowly slide down the length of his shaft. My own tension has caused my pussy to tighten and the fit is unbelievably perfect as we're finally joined.
I sink down until he's finally fully embedded inside of me, my eyes still watching him.
"Kiss me," he says. Our eyes still open, I lean forward and kiss him, slowly, tenderly, letting him know how much I need and want him. We start to move, our bodies long since tuned to each other. Our hips rock in unison, the tension building until we're both lost in the sensation of being one. The kiss continues, our bodies moving harder and faster against one another until we explode. Our bodies trembling, I collapse on top of him as my orgasm leaves me shattered. The feel of his release, of his orgasm sending his cum deep into my body sends me over the edge. He feels the contractions of my walls tighten around him, wringing everything from him, his juices flooding his cock and seeping down on to his balls.
Some time later, when our breathing as started to return to normal I release his wrists. "Hold me, please." I curl up beside him and fall asleep, safe in his arms.
