He steps behind me. Unclasps my bra. The straps slide down my arms, and the cool air raises goosebumps across my chest.
“Jeans off.”
I unfasten them and let them pool at my ankles. Then I step out of them and my underwear both. Now I’m naked, and he’s fully dressed in his button-down and slacks.
The imbalance makes my skin prickle.
“Lie down.”
I climb onto his bed. The sheets are cool against my bare back. I stretch out, and he watches every movement.
He loosens his tie, unbuttons his cuffs, and rolls his sleeves to his elbows.
Then he kneels beside me on the mattress. “Arms above your head.”
I lift them. My wrists rest against the headboard slats.
He wraps the first tie around my right wrist. The silk is smooth and cold. He threads it through the wood. Pulls.
“Too tight?”
The pressure is firm but not painful. “No.”
He knots it and tests the restraint himself. My wrist can’t move more than half an inch.
The second tie goes around my left wrist. Same process. Same careful testing.
When he’s finished, both my arms are stretched overhead, and I can’t lower them.
I pull experimentally. The silk holds.
He tugs once more on the restraint. “Good?”
“Yes.”
He stands, unbuttons his shirt, and removes it completely, draping it over the chair with my clothes. His chest is broad, and his muscles flex when he moves.
His hands go to his belt. The leather slides through the loops with a sound that makes my thighs clench. He unfastens his pants and pushes them down with his boxers, before stepping out of both.
Now we’re both naked, but I’m the one who can’t move.
He climbs back onto the bed and positions himself between my legs.
His palms press my thighs wider apart. “Keep them open.”
“Okay.”
He smirks. “Say yes.”
“Yes.”
He leans down and presses his mouth to my inner thigh. The scrape of his stubble makes me flinch.
He doesn’t move to where I need him. Instead, he kisses up my thigh. Slow. Methodical. Mapping every inch of skin.
I’m getting wetter with each kiss, and the ache between my legs intensifies. My body knows what’s coming and is already preparing. My pussy is slick and swollen and desperate for contact.
When he reaches the crease where my thigh meets my body, he stops.
