A Sensual Bond

A Sensual Bond
by biggbear8 ©

The room is warm, almost too hot. I am slightly damp from perspiration, and the occasional breeze makes me shiver.

The room is filled with a soft, diffused light, sunlight slipping through heavy lace curtains, giving the place an antique feel. The air filled with smells of potpourri, mingled with red wine and musk.

My eyes wander lazily along the ceiling, until they reach the far wall, where a full-length mirror stands across from the foot of the bed, tilted slightly downward in its heavy carved oak frame. The image staring back at me from the mirror attracts my attention; an antique brass four-poster bed, and on it a exquisite woman, naked, her arms stretched and bound tautly over her head, her wonderful long legs reaching out toward the posts at the foot of the bed, one foot tied to each corner.

That's me, with my wrists bound together by that long green band of silk. That's me, chest rising and falling quicker than usual below tight, shiny skin. That's me, lying there on the new beautiful bed we shopped for so long, and bought just for this purpose. That's me...finally. I've waited so long for this moment

Enraptured as I am in the wondrous image of myself, Slade's voice startles me. "You certainly are a beautiful sight, my love." I turn all my attention to him, as he stands by the side of the bed, a glass of wine in his hand, smiling warmly down at me.

"Slade, kiss me..." I start to say, but he presses a finger to my soft lips and leans over whispering softly into my ear.

"Shhhh, Not a sound."

He kisses me anyway, lightly, gently, on my lips. He takes a sip of the wine he has in his hand, then dips his finger into the glass. With his wet finger, he traces my lips, then bends over and licks the wine from my lips. His feather-light touch sends tingles and shiver throughout my body.

He continues with the wine, dipping his finger in then drawing his finger from behind my ear to the hollow of my throat, then slowly lightly trailing with his tongue. He now starts to trace a line down between my breasts; the evaporating alcohol is cold for a moment, but his tongue is warm, soft, and wet.

"Mmmmmmm...," I was unaware that I had actually made a sound.

Slade sternly warns me again, "Silence..." And so I am silent, eager to please my lover and to make this moment perfect for both of us.

A drop of wine on the left nipple makes it harden instantly, before he licks it off with a mere brush of his tongue. And then he does the same to the right nipple. His light, fleeting touch has awakened my sensitive nipples, and they cry out for more. I arch my back toward his mouth, but he has already moved on to other places.

A drop of wine on the soft underside of my arm. A shivering tickling lick along my navel. A wet trail along the crease where my thigh meets my body. Each touch a brief spark that awakens and arouses a new part of my body, just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.

He licks a trail of red wine off my inner thigh, and I can't contain my gasp. My whole body feels alive, aching for his touch. I want him to lick up, up, to move his tongue between my legs, but he's gone again. Always teasing me now he's standing next to the bed, watching my flushed body on the bed.

I look up at him, pleading with my eyes, "Slade, Slade, touch me..."

"How can I resist those eyes?" he asks, with mock smugness."You don't really want me to finish yet, do you?"

My body screams yes, but at the same time I savor the delicious anticipation, and I know the answer. The question is rhetorical. Slade goes to the dresser by the bed, and returns with another broad band of soft light green silk, like the ones that bind my wrists and ankles. This one he drapes across my eyes, then lifts my head and ties it expertly in place.

The removal of vision heightens my other senses. I become aware of the sound of cars in the distance, and the wind rustling in the trees outside the window. I become aware of the smell of Slade and the smell of me. I smile and relax, delighting in hypersensitivity of my body and the feeling of anticipation. OOhhhhhh god the anticipation!

I am not disappointed. Slade starts touching me again, returning to the top of my body. He strokes my face with his fingers, and his touch is firmer now, more demanding, more satisfying. He holds my hair, grasping it. Holding my head firmly, he kisses me on the lips, deeply this time; no more fleeting touches, this time his kiss is filled with passion, and I meet it with my own.

He breaks the kiss off far to soon, and leaves me gasping for air. Now he is rubbing my body with smooth, firm strokes. He rubs my shoulders, my arms, my sides, my belly. He starts rubbing my breasts, and this time when I arch toward him, he doesn't pull away. Instead, he holds them firmly, kneading them. He grasps my nipples between his fingers, first lightly, but with increasing pressure. A moan escapes my parted lips, but Slade doesn't seem to mind; instead of a warning, he pinches my nipples firmly and tugs them...I am suddenly dizzy from the sensations.

Forgetting my situation, I try reach up to wrap my arms around him, but the strip of silk holds my hands tightly to the bar between the posts at the head of the bed. Straining against the bonds accentuates my frustration and longing, and I moan again.

Slade continues pulling on my nipples, till they reach a point just short of pain, and my back is arched as far up as it will go. Once again, he breaks his hold too quickly, but before I have a chance to feel disappointed, he replaces his fingers with his mouth on my left nipple, sucking it in, pressing it between his tongue and teeth, rolling it around with his tongue.

My breath is quick and ragged now, as I strain towards him. He grabs both breasts in his hands, and shifts his mouth to the other nipple. Oooooh, it feel so good! And then he stops quickly...

He pauses, just long enough for the frustration to register on my face, and then he resumes his broad hand strokes on my tummy, and sliding down slowly to my thighs. He slides his hands down the outside of my legs, to my feet. He rubs each foot with his palms, with just enough firmness to avoid tickling me. He rubs each toe with his thumb and draws his fingers along my instep. Then he runs his hands back up my legs, on the inside this time. His broad, smooth hands stop teasingly inches before where my thighs meet.

No, don't stop, Slade...keep going...up, up, please. But I don't have to say anything. He knows how badly I want him to touch me there, but instead he massages my thighs. Each stroke brings him a hairbreadth closer to my pouting wet lips. I strain against the bands on my ankles, but they hold my legs apart, making me feel exposed and anticipating his touch.

He strokes gently the line where my outer labia meet my thighs. The touch is light and tantalizing. He leans forward, and I can feel his warm breath against my clit, stirring the wispy hair there. He blows against me, and the coolness against the moisture there makes me jump. I arch toward him, but he still doesn't touch me inside; he just keeps maddeningly stroking my outer lips. Ohhhhhhh god the teasing is maddening!

He stops. Just as I am about to start begging him to touch me, he brushes lightly against my exposed clit with another one of his quick, fleeting touches. The touch is an electric shock through my body. It is gone in an instant, but every muscle in my body tenses in that instant, straining for his touch. After a moment, my breath returns and my muscles start to relax, and he touches again, softly briefly, sending new waves of pleasure through my taut body.

"Oh god, how much more of this teasing can I stand?"

"Please, please, keep going, don't stop, Oh god, don't stop..."

He stops and again I start to relax, and this time I feel his tongue, pushing its way between my folds. Carefully avoiding my clit, he licks around the foreskin. He gently sucks my labia into his mouth, rubbing his tongue along the underside, then the other. Then around the clit again. Then a quick flick of his tongue across the tip. I gasp, realizing that I have been holding my breath. Again, the same electricity courses through my body, and again another longer sensuous moan.

After some more teasing, Slade licks my clit again, this time firmly. He draws his tongue in circles around the head, and then sucks it into his mouth, pressing it between his teeth and tongue. Yes, ohhhhhhhh yes! Holding my clit between his lips, he flicks it with increasing tempo with his tongue. Then he sucks again, and for a timeless moment I am held on the brink, as a washing, tingling, orgasmic sensation starts to spread from between my legs up my back.

He stops. The tingling recedes. "No, no, please don't stop!"

He lightly pinches my thighs, and I realize that this time I've actually spoken. I continue to plead with him, "Slade, Slade, don't hold me here, touch me, god please touch me..." I can't see his face with my make shift blindfold on, but I know he is smiling. That's what he was waiting for.

With that, he slips a finger inside me, and I start thrusting eagerly against his hand. His thumb rubs my clit, lightly but with increasing pressure, as the rate of my thrusts increases. He slips another finger in, and starts his own thrusting, faster and faster, pressing against my clit, rubbing it, teasing it. I feel the tingling sensation starting again.

"Please, Slade, let it happen..." and he keeps thrusting.

Suddenly my whole body is awash with pleasure. I see a white light behind my eyelids, and every muscle in my body spasms. My legs strain against the soft restraints but I have no awareness of being tied down. For a brief, timeless moment I am floating, my entire being centered around Slade's thrusting hand.

And before I land, before my convulsions subside, Slade is on me, and in me. He thrusts with such ferocity, such passion, that he keeps me floating. Unbelievably, the pleasure intensifies. The entire world consists of me and Slade, pounding, thrusting, crying out in pleasure, floating. I think I scream, but I'm not sure. The aching, insistent passions lasts forever, and I hear Slade's own growling gasps as he joins me on my exquisite plane of pleasure.

"Yes, Slade, Slade, I love you!" I scream out!

Slowly the pleasure subsides, the convulsions become less intense and further apart. My body relaxes and I become aware of Slade's weight lying heavily on top of me, of the ties that still bind my wrists and ankles. Without getting off me, Slade slips the blindfold off over my head. As I knew it would be, his own faced is flushed, his hair in disarray. Still staying in me, he reaches up and unties the strip of cloth that holds my wrists together, and I bring them down and wrap my arms tightly around him.

For a longest time we stay that way, my lover's weight against my body, my arms holding him close. For a long time we lay in our beautiful new brass bed, recovering from its first use. Hopefully the first of many...