Dreams

Trembling, Ruby remained silent for what seemed like and eternity – probably for both of them. Then, finally, she nodded, the pull of the unknown too strong to resist.
„Good,“ he said, his hand still trailing over her body. Just when she thought he was going to touch her for real, he pulled away. Before she could say something though, a hand on her mouth stopped her.

„Not yet, little one, there is more I want to show you.“
Without another word, she heard him move beside her, his hand leaving her body. The moment she was left alone, Ruby started to think.
She felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed lying with her legs spread and her arms above her head, unable to move more than a couple of inches. It was kind of scary to be helpless like that, but still she wouldn't want to stop. In fact, there were a lot of unspeakable – to her – things going through her head she longed to ask him to do. Little fantasies about being even more helpless... about him teasing her like he had promised, but also about feeling more of the strangely alluring pain she had loved so much just minutes ago.

And yet, the thought of him 'hurting' her unsettled her a little. How far would he go? Was he assuming every kind of pain would feel great to her? And, most important, why had it felt so amazing anyway, what was so great about being hurt?

Before she could give her doubts any more thought, she heard him crouch down next to her again. He gently brushed a few strands of hair out of her face and gave her a kiss. Then, all of a sudden, she felt a sticky sensation on and around her mouth. Quickly realising it must be some kind of tape she tried to protest, but all that really worked were some weird sounds.
He stroked her cheek softly.
She leaned into the touch while wondering how she would be able to communicate... the little sounds she was making could hardly be called words, she thought, besides it sounded pretty ridiculous. Although she was pretty sure he would never laugh at something like that, she just didn't feel comfortable with it.

While she was still worrying about her inability to speak, another few steps could be heard, before some things apparently got put on the floor.
A light, tickling touch of something in her face made her snap out of her thoughts. All too soon she was sure it was some kind of feather.
She felt it move down, briefly through one armpit and then on to her breasts. When he started to first slowly, then a little faster, trail it around her nipples, she tried to shrink back into the carpet... With each invisible circle he drew it got more intense and exciting and yet more unbearable. Soon, she didn't know anymore if she was arching up towards his hand and the feather in it or if she was trying to get away. Maybe a bit of both? Finally, he stopped.

For a few seconds – or minutes? - she didn't feel anything except for her growing desperation. Then, his fingers replaced the feather in its movements before teasing their way down her body to her most private place. Softly and gently, with a touch that reminded her a lot of the discarded feather in its lightness, he began to tease her. Every time she moved up into the touch in the hopes to get him to cease his teasing, he stopped altogether, chuckling when she let out a whimper or sigh.
After half an eternity – which was probably mere five minutes – she heard his voice again.
“Do you want to stop?”
When she shook her head without even a second of delay, he laughed. “I'll stop then....” he teased her, kissing her softly when she whimpered. “Just kidding... I told you I had a lot more to show you.”
After those words she heard him searching through something that apparently was next to him. Breathless, she waited for what he had planned, the anticipation being almost too much to bear. Then, all of a sudden, she felt a sting on one of her inner thighs. It wasn't too much, but enough to hurt – and still it felt amazing to her. He repeated what he was doing – probably hitting her with something? - several times, increasing in intensity after a little bit. She couldn't help but pull on what was restraining her, wishing she could ask – hell, beg him to finally touch her. But he didn't. Enjoying every second of what he was doing and still longing for some sort of touch she was both relieved and disappointed when the stinging sensations finally stopped. Just a moment after he surprised her by touching her leg and moving his hand up, at last touching her where she wanted it most..

His fingers were still teasing her, but not as much as before. Sooner than she had thought she found that she couldn't stay still or silent any longer. Arching up towards his hand she was torn between just giving in to his touch or waiting for some sort of signal that she could... She didn't have to wait too long. Just when she thought she was going to go insane, she heard his voice again: “Just let go...”
Not bothering much if he had really meant it the way she thought he did she finally gave into her feelings, suddenly not quite realising what was going on around her anymore, just focused on the sensations that were nearly too much for her.
When, at last, she relaxed the first thing she realised was him removing the tape over her mouth and freeing her arms and legs. He took away the scarf that was covering her eyes – the light in the room blinded her for a moment, when she did see something, he had already pulled her into a hug. Cuddling against him she smiled. It had been all she had thought it would and.... more.