The blind fold kept her guessing what would come next at all times, the unknowing adding to her own excitement. Where would his hands touch upon her next? Across her palms? Along her ankles? They had found the insides of her elbows where quite sensitive to his nails running along them lightly. Most of her responded to that light scratching, the sensuality of it all.
It had been hours since they had started, meeting in a secluded hotel far from prying eyes or the trails that everyday life could bring. At least it had seemed like hours of this slow tormenting and torture. Her hands bound together and stretched far above her head while her legs lay wide open as each foot was held fast to the corners at the foot of the bed. The choice has been her own and now every inch of her exposed skin, and even some that was not sang with his touch. While many men she knew seemed to be interested in simply a good set of breasts and what lay between a woman’s legs, this one was different. In fact those areas where about the only thing he hadn’t touched yet this night. And still she lay there whimpering as his fingernail once again grazed upon the backs of her upper arms, sending a shutter threw her body. Heat rising to her cheeks at the longing that had filled her every pore.
“Please………” the word a soft moan whispered to the air in the room and his ears where ever they may be. It seemed impossible to tell anymore.
Fingertips ran back up her arms now and across her shoulders unhurriedly. Stroking her neck gently, the motion making her try to tilt her head back to elongate the line of her throat for him. Gently those hands curled around, his fingers long enough to overlap each other as he held her throat and began to apply pressure to it. Squeezing, choking, depriving her of air just till she started to become a tad dizzy. “Please what?” his voice floated to her upon the wave of pleasure she felt at the sensations. The only response that could be managed a pleading whimper and an attempt to pull at her bonds, not the first time this night she had done so.
“So worked up is my little kitten,” he was pleased about that fact as well. He enjoyed every moment of these games. To see how far they could push before desire left her shaking and weak and pleading.