Blind me, Bind me

She stepped into the room and was immediately drawn into his arms; his kiss, his strength, his warmth making her limbs weaken. Raising her arms to let him pull her sweater off, she kicked off her shoes to assist and within moments was nude in his embrace. Walking backward, he pulled her further into the room, laughing when she stumbled in an attempt to hold his kiss. Sweeping his hands down her back to her slender waist and gentle flare of her hips, he pressed his lips against her jaw line and murmured, “Do you trust me?”

Opening languid eyes, she smiled softly. “Yes.”

“Good.” He kissed the top of her nose and reached to pull something long and dark off the dresser. Lifting and flipping the soft material, he made a blindfold, and placed it over her eyes, watching her parted lips and the faint blush of excitement appear on her cheeks. Steering her carefully, he moved her forward until she felt something bump the top of her thighs.

“Bend over and grab the seat of the chair, Sweetheart.” His low, gravelly voice sent shivers up her spine as she lifted on her toes to lean over the flat back of the chair, grateful for the soft cushion of the pillows, and placed her hands flat on the seat.

He gently grabbed one delicate wrist and placed the end of a silk tie made into a small noose over her hand. Tugging lightly, he secured it to the front right chair leg. Similarly tying her other wrist, he watched her twist her wrists a little to test the ties, listened to her breathing hitch anticipation.

With a faint smile, he stepped around to admire her from all angles. The chair back forced her rounded ass perkily into the air and her hair fell to cover her face, leaving only the image of the blindfold and her bound hands. Moving directly behind her he felt his erection swell to painful proportions at the sight of her tight, moist sex that, even with her thighs pressed tightly together, peaked out sweetly.

Stepping to her side, he ran a strong hand gently over her tender curves. “What time were you supposed to be here, little one?”

His tone sent a thrill through her and before she could muster her response, she felt a sharp, stinging slap to first one cheek and then the other.

“Five.”

“And what time did you arrive?” His tone remained low, menacing.

“Uhhhm, 5:30?”

“Five –[smack] – thirty [smack]” He saw her flinch and gasp and knew he’d struck her with a heavier hand than usual. “Half an hour. Thirty minutes of not knowing what had happened to you.” Each word in his low, calm tone was accompanied by a stinging slap and she felt a touch of remorse and a tiny trickle of fear. There was no easy escape from her current position and he actually sounded pissed, in that reasonable slow way of his.

Leaning over to speak softly into her ear, he purred, “I think that earns you one hardy smack for each long minute I had to wait. What do you think?” Her moaning response caused his cock to twitch expectantly and he straightened up slowly. He rubbed a soothing palm briefly over the faint pinkness of her rounded bottom, before swiftly lifting his hand high and bringing it down heavily first on one side then the other.

Catching her breath at the shock, she heard his voice count off “One” after the second swat, and started to protest when the next two slaps fell. “Two.”

At her soft cry of dismay, he increased his speed and began liberally peppering her ass with a hard, flat hand, smiling at her vain attempts to wiggle away. In this position, she could barely move, and blindfolded, each slap seemed to explode throughout her whole body and echo in a building sting. Biting her lip, she attempted to hold back the tears, but felt them dampen the silk scarf covering her eyes. When a sob broke loose, she felt him pause.

Frowning down at the redness of her flesh, he reminded himself that this was exactly what she’d asked for with her constant teasing and taunting. “You never spank me until I cry.” He would hear her pouty words and wonder if she really knew what she was asking. Thinking to himself, be careful what you wish for little girl, he took up where he’d left off and landed another three strong slaps on her upturned ass on each side before counting out “30.”

Dropping to kneel directly behind her, he slid his warm, wet tongue around her swollen clitoris and latched on to her with his hot mouth, gently sucking until her cries turned to low moans. Taking her swiftly to her peak, he kept his mouth on her until her trembling slowed and stopped. Standing, he placed the head of his cock against her moist entrance and moved slowly, deeply, into her, marveling at her tightness and heat. His slow, fluid strokes calmed and excited her simultaneously.

Gripping her hips, he groaned at the building sensations, and began thrusting deeply, fiercely, increasing his speed, his pelvis smacking her ass loudly, rhythmically, causing her to wince. When he realized he was also knocking the breath out of her, he slowed his movements and ran soothing hands over her back, running them down her spine to settle on her heated skin. When his thumb flicked lightly over her anus, he heard her sharp intake of breath and felt her stillness, her anticipation. They’d discussed this eventuality, that one day he would own each and every hot hole of hers. That he’d take his time, move slowly, and take her to heights she’d never reached.

Licking his thumb, he pressed it into her slightly, feeling the tightness, the pulsing. He continued to pump slowly in and out of her, adding his other thumb and pressing both deeply into her ass.
Moving slowly, he stretched the tight muscle, feeling her resistance, sensing her fear, keeping his motions gentle and s l o w.

The feel of his cock deep inside her one moment, and thumbs pressing deep inside her ass the next, made her body rock sensually and hungrily against him.

Watching her movements with wide-eyed fascination, he withdrew from her, and moved the head of his cock against her puckered hole. Pressing slightly against her, he felt her stiffen and tighten up. “Relax, honey.”

“I … I … can’t.” He was so huge. She felt certain he’d rip her open and tried to tighten against him.

Moving soothing hands over her back, he stayed still, pressed to her opening, waiting for her to calm down.

The warmth of his hands, the gentleness of their touch, forced her to relax her muscles and she instantly felt the head of his cock enter her as he pressed closer and stilled once more. Tightening against him once more, she trembled against the hot, stretching sensation, and bit her lip to keep from crying out.


“Relax.” His hands, his tone, calmed her once more and she relaxed her muscles, allowing the head of his cock to slide fully into her. He groaned and held still as she froze around him, pulsing tightly.

Moving fingers slick with her juices beneath her, he slowly massaged her clitoris, and held himself still while she acclimated herself to the feeling, slowly relaxing, slowly feeling the build of another orgasm, eventually pushing further back onto him and taking him deeply into her. When he was buried to the hilt, he reached down and freed her hands, lifting her to a standing position, and moving one hand between her thighs.

With the blindfold still on, she stood leaning back against him, the feel of him pulsing deeply within her as his hand and fingers teased her throbbing clit, nearly overwhelming her with their combined sensations.

The sound of her soft moan was nearly his undoing, and he begin moving in shallow, gentle thrusts, her muscles tightened vice-like around him. With his left hand, he molded and milked her breasts as his right hand continued its teasing touch between her legs.

Listening to her breathing as his queue, he held off his orgasm by sheer will until he felt her reach her own, the shocked jerking of her body forcing her to clench tightly around him and take him over the edge in sharp, mind blowing waves. Clinging blindly to her, he held her tightly and murmured deep meaningless words into her ears, wondering if she were feeling as dazed as he.

Turning with her to face the bed, he pressed her back until she was bent over, forehead pressed to the bed. Gently disengaging himself, he heard her wince as he came fully out, and lay beside her on the bed, pulling her back against his chest in a spoon position.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Turning in his arms, she looked into his lush brown eyes in amazement. “No. Yes. A little, I guess, but it’s not bad. My rear end stings more from your hand.” She gave out a short, embarrassed laugh and buried her face in his neck. “I can’t believe how intense that was.”

“I told you it would be.” He smiled softly, smoothing a strong hand down her spine and settling to rub her tender rounded ass. Kissing the top of her head, he added, “Thank you for trusting me.”

Tilting her head up, she looked at him with wide, green eyes. “I’ve always trusted you.”

Kissing him softly, she dropped her head against his chest, and under the soothing motions of his stroking hand, felt herself drifting towards sleep.

Shutting his eyes, he held her and smiled in contentment when he felt her deep, even breathing. His last thought before falling asleep followed to spark his dreams. He’d finally found his perfect, alternate half. And he would never let her go.