Oh my god, this is really happening.
My heart is racing as I double check to make sure the door is unlocked. I dim the lights in the living room and light some candles along the hall to show him where to find me.
The bedroom is waiting: crisp linens on the huge king size bed, and recessed lights that glow softly. I open my nightstand and find the box he sent earlier, the one holding the black silky blindfold.
My gaze goes to the other gifts nestled in the drawer: the butterfly vibrator and the diamond key to the club.
I shiver with excitement. Each experience has been better than the last. The butterfly vibrator at the bar was thrilling and playful. The night at the club pushed me way out of my comfort zone – and showed me a wild and illicit pleasure. I can’t imagine anything better, but I know, tonight is going to top both of them.
I can’t wait.
He asked me to be naked, so I undress, filled with anticipation. I slide off my bra, my breasts already so sensitive that my nipples pucker at the cool night air. I strip my panties off and slide my fingers over my skin, down between my thighs.
I’m wet and aching for him.
I stroke myself slowly, but then I stop. I want him to be the one to touch me, his hands caressing my naked body.
My garter belt and stockings are the last garments left. I reach to unclasp them, then pause, feeling a flash of wicked disobedience. He’s in control tonight, but I still want to show him I don’t surrender easily.
I leave them on. I have a feeling I’ll enjoy my punishment.
Now there’s nothing left to do. My pulse kicks as I climb onto the bed and crawl to the center of the huge, plush mattress. The sheets are cool on my skin as pick up the blindfold and carefully tie it over my eyes.
My world goes dark.
Damn, this is sexy. I lean forward and balance my weight on my hands and knees. The apartment is silent, the only sound I can hear is my heart as it pounds in my chest. Soon he’ll be here. This is the wildest thing I’ve ever done.
The seconds tick past, adding to my anticipation. Somehow, the wait just makes me more excited. This isn’t some crazy experiment in the heat of passion. It’s deliberate and planned. And hot as hell.
Here in the dark behind the blindfold, all my other senses are heightened. I can feel the cool softness of the sheets beneath my skin, and the whisper of night air from the open window in the next room. My body is tense, wound tight, every part of me screaming out for his touch.
My breasts hang heavy, swaying with every small movement. My nipples are stiff, waiting for his fingers to pluck them, his mouth to close around them in a sharp suck.
I shift my weight, spreading my knees wider and pushing my ass up in the air. I can’t see a thing, but I know I’m on display, everything bared to whoever walks into this room.
God, I can’t take this much longer. I’m hot, wet, aching. Desire pulses through me, stronger with every breath, throbbing at my core. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I unwrapped that first invitation, and now it’s driving me crazy. He told me to be patient, back at the club, but I’m tired of waiting.
I want him so bad.
I wonder what he has planned for me tonight in that kinky mind of his. From what I saw at the club, the possibilities are limitless.
I’m already blindfolded. Will he gag me? Or tie me up?
My mind races with images of silk scarves, tight leather straps, or the cold unyielding metal of handcuffs holding me bound to the bed.
What if he wants to spank me? Do I want him to? My pulse kicks at the idea.
Yes.
Maybe he’ll have toys? A dildo that he pumps into me again and again until I can’t take it anymore and pass out from pleasure. Or he could have nipple clamps that he holds onto as he fucks me deep and hard from behind.
God yes.
My breath goes shallow. I’m inhaling in short gasps. My skin feels hot and prickling, and that ache between my thighs is crying out for more.
A hand. A mouth.
A hard driving cock.
My imagination runs wild with the possibilities. The seconds stretch into minutes and I soon lose track of time, lost in a trance of sensuous anticipation. I wait in the darkness, listening for every creak and thump in the apartment, any sign that he’s arrived.
Silence.
Goosebumps prickle my skin. I clench, needing release so bad. How much longer will he make me wait? How long will he keep me in this state of torturous arousal?
Then, out of the darkness, I suddenly hear his voice.
“That’s right, darling. Spread your knees wider. Show me your sweet, juicy cunt.”