Perspective

He left a bit of the sash hanging down. It tickled my breasts as he picked me up and lay me diagonally across the bed. He took the leftover length and tethered me to one of the head posts. He walked over to the vanity, as I had done, and picked up another sash. He put it around his neck and let the two ends dangle. He slowly walked back to the bed, with a mischievous grin. He stopped about halfway and began dancing to music only he could hear. I was breathing quite heavily as I watched him and I realized that he was dancing to the sound of my heartbeat. Around he went, turning this way and that, his ponytail swishing about behind him. He whipped his head around suddenly and his hair came to rest upon his left shoulder. He resumed his path toward the bed, looking at me with such intensity, I felt sure I would burst into flames with wanting him.

He came up to the edge of the bed and lifted up my head with one hand and took the sash from around his neck with the other. He tied the sash over my eyes, ensuring that I could not see him or anything else in the room. As if I hadn’t been before, I was totally at his mercy, or lack of it…..

I felt him get up from the bed. I tried to hear what he was doing, but all I heard was the sound of my own labored breathing. A moment later I felt him on the bed, this time at my feet. He was humming low in this throat…or was that purring?

I felt something velvety and cool against the ball of my left foot. It trailed up across my calf, behind my knee, and along the length of my thigh. I felt it on my right foot, repeating its path along my leg with agonizingly gentle slowness.

I groaned as it made its way along my stomach, drawing circles on my ribs. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin as I sucked in a breath. I tried to concentrate on what Ladislao was using to torture me, but my brain stopped responding. My body was being buffeted with sensations, cutting off all coherent thought.

I nearly cried out as this soft torture found its way to my breasts, spiraling slowly up to my nipples; one, then the other. I ran my tongue over my lips to moisten them, and I heard him groan, as I had. He was torturing himself as well, drawing out each caress for as long as he dared.

It traced at path along my shoulder, the length of my neck, the edge of my jaw, to my lips. I inhaled deeply the fragrance of roses. I reached out my tongue to lick gently at the petals and heard a stifled curse. I would have laughed if his lips hadn’t smothered mine in a crushing kiss.

It seemed an eternity before his lips left mine and began retracing the path the rose had taken. He began using his tongue as he had the rose.