A look of relief, tinged with pure lust cuts across her face. I squeeze her tight, my hard cock lying against my body, as the first waves of orgasm wash over her. She’s panting, as her lungs suck in the oxygen needed to sustain her arousal. She’s starting to cry out. Her hand has moved, her fingers repositioned so that she can finger fuck her bum and pussy at the same time; her holy trinity is complete.
Then she cries out more — in pain, pleasure, release and frustration. All those emotions and more are writ large in the sounds she makes as she vocalises her feelings. Her arm is pumping frantically as the orgasm builds, her digits deep inside her whilst the vibrator dances on her clit.
Her legs shake as the orgasm builds, her head arches back, her muscles tense as she cries out. I watch as she reaches her peak and then hold her close as she starts to relax and cuddle close to me. The vibrating stops and her hands relax.
Whilst she often sleeps after she’s sated herself, on this occasion it’s clear she’s not done. She yanks open the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. She looks at me longingly as she clicks the first shackle shut on her wrist. Then she rolls over and places her hands behind her back expectantly. I know what I need to do, but this is the first time that I have been asked to be dominant partner. Saskia has taught me everything I know about BDSM, but up until now, she has always cuffed me to the bed before taking me.
My dick is as hard as hell, buoyed no doubt by a couple of hours of intensive rowing, a huge portion of sugar-filled pastries, and from watching my beautiful girl cum beside me. Before I met Saskia, I had never tried BDSM, but she had given me a taste for it. I kiss her sweetly as I take her other hand and capture her second wrist, snapping the cuffs closed over her wrist as my tongue slides down her neck.
I know what she needs. Our bondage play is never rough or hurtful. Rather we enjoy conscious kink. What happened this morning in the patisserie unsettled her. This required her to undertake some self-soothing with her vibrator. What she needs now is to feel safe — to feel that someone more powerful than her has taken over control of the situation. I give this to her with the handcuffs: she’s lying naked and vulnerable on her front, legs open and with her hands cuffed behind her back. She’s handed control of the situation to me and is able to relax herself as a result.
I straddle her, my hard dick resting up her back. This part of the game needs to be non-sexual so I lean forward to massage her. I know where her muscle knots are, where she likes to be touched, and I have mastered her erogenous zones.
My hands trace their way up her spine, I take care to massage the muscles around each side of her vertebrae, moving slowly up to her neck. This part of her anatomy will be tired from rowing, and I know that Saskia will feel the relief as I ply her. I work around her hands, which are cuffed together behind her back, stopping briefly to massage her palms and fingers.
Leaning forward, I kiss round the nape of her neck, and see the little shivers of enjoyment that I expect. My hands wander across her shoulders, kneading out the work that she did in the boat today. I alternate between the hard strokes of a sports masseur and the tender, sensual touch of a connected lover. I know I am deft at both types of massage and choose to mix them knowing it will frustrate her deliciously.
Sure enough I feel her squirm under my touch. Just as she is getting used to having her shoulder muscles squeezed hard, I switch to some very light and sensual touches, using only my fingertips. I keep my mouth millimetres from her neck, knowing she will sense that I am there and will want to feel me stimulate her with my lips. Her body arches, her head raising as she seeks the familiarity and comfort of my lips. I smell her pussy and know that as I massage her, she will be starting to leak girl juice. Whilst I would love to slide my hand down there to confirm what I already know, I want to leave her unsatisfied since I know this means she will be forced to cede ever more control to me. I know that this is what she needs.
I change position so I am kneeling beside her body. This allows my right hand to massage her neck and upper back, whilst the other hand massages her thighs. I feel energy there, so move again so that I am kneeling between her open legs. Here I can massage her more intimately, starting with her calf muscles and moving upwards across her knees then to her inner upper thigh.
She is breathless with anticipation as I play her, giving her just enough stimulation to feel excited, but nowhere near enough to satisfy. As I touch her, she squirms, mainly because I am connecting to her everywhere apart from where she wants it. As she wriggles, I notice her fucking the matrass, trying to find some relief by rubbing herself against it. Seeing what she’s up to, I push her legs further apart to stop it. In response I see her hands sliding back and forth in the cuffs, looking for any sort of touch, hoping that in the absence of anything else, the sharp metal will provide some meagre level of comfort.
I know that she wants to be fucked. But we both know that that if she states her need, this will be the one thing that she will be denied, so she remains silent. I move up to her head, licking her nape, running my tongue up her ear as she gasps for breath.
“Do you want fucking?” I whisper in her ear.
Of course, it is obvious that she needs cock in her, but we both know that to say so would mean that it is the last thing she get. She says nothing, instead turning her head to plead at me with her eyes.
I move down again and lay my hands on her butt cheeks and massage her buttocks. Starting in the middle, I move my hands in small circular motions across her bum, movements which get bigger with every loop. I alternate between softer and harder strokes, pressing into her arse muscles with my thumbs, then circling round and repeating.
As the circles grow, I use my thumbs to spread her cheeks apart. I can see her dripping wet pussy and bum hole. With each cycle I hold her open for my viewing pleasure. Each time she’s spread, she pushes upward, hoping that something connects with her, Be it a finger, a thumb, the tip of my tongue or my cock. But each time she offers her sex to me, I hold back. She’s moaning into the matrass with pleasure and frustration as I tease her.
Then I bring my head down so my mouth is almost in contact with her crack and blow out gently and slowly. The warm air stimulates her moist pussy and sensitive anus and she squirms some more. Then with the next circle of my hands, I allow my thumbs to brush her labia before moving up across her bum then back around again. The smell of her soaking wet slit gets me massively worked up and it takes significant self-control to not simply fuck her hard. I circle again, this time avoiding her labia, then circle back once again and let my thumbs slide across her lips. She shivers, her constant panting a sign that she’s enjoying my attention.