After a few months of exploring power dynamics together, Emily and Trey decided to purchase a bondage kit. By Friday the sex store had delivered the order and the couple had the entire weekend to try out their new sex toys.
The seven-piece kit had arrived in a discreet package and Trey quickly tore it open to get to the sleek box inside. He placed the package on the kitchen table and lifted the lid to reveal the metallic pink set inside.
As hard as she tried to focus on the pasta noodles she was cooking, Emily found herself wandering over to sneak a peek. She reached out, running a hand over the sturdy handcuffs as excitement hummed inside her.
“I have plans for you after dinner,” Trey stated with a quick kiss on her cheek.
As he closed the box, taking it with him upstairs, Emily tried to focus her attention back on the Alfredo sauce bubbling away on the stove.
At dinner, Trey appeared calm and collected as he enjoyed his pasta with garlic bread while Emily struggled to make small talk across the table.
After clearing the table and turning the dishwasher on, Emily found herself upstairs in their bedroom. She’d settled herself on the edge of the bed where she anxiously rang her hands as she watched Trey sort through the BDSM kit. She wondered what he would pick - the collar and leash or maybe the handcuffs and ankle cuffs.
Finally, Trey made his selection settling on the eye mask and flogger.
At his instruction, Emily nervously undressed. With her clothes in a pile on the floor, Trey pressed himself against her back. He moved her curtain of dark hair to the side as he trailed his lips across her neck. Emily tilted her head to the side as she leaned back against his solid frame. Everything went dark as Trey slowly lowered the mask, adjusting the strap until it fit snugly over her eyes.
“We’ll take things slow. Okay?” Trey asked against her neck and she nodded in response.
In the dark, Emily could feel Trey take her hand and gently lead her over to the bed nearby. Within a few seconds, she was lying on her back with her head propped up on the pillows.
With her sight gone, she focused on the sound of him moving about the room and the jingle of his belt buckle as he undid his jeans. Emily fought the urge to squirm across the bed as goosebumps erupted across her skin. The idea of being deprived of her sight had been one they had discussed plenty of times but now faced with absolute darkness the anticipation was beginning to get to her.
After a minute or two, Trey’s strong hand began to caress her stomach, slowly sliding up to cup her breasts. He leaned down pressing a firm kiss against her mouth as his thumb and forefinger closed around her nipple. Emily gasped against his lips in surprise as he gently pinched and tugged at her hard nipples. As she reached out blindly she found his bicep, squeezing at it as he moved away.
Trey began to trail kisses down her body, stopping to nip softly at her hip. As he teasingly traced along her hip bone, Emily lifted her hips pleadingly but still, he avoided her sensitive core. A firm hand pushed her legs apart as his lips skimmed across her mound and over to the opposite thigh.
“Sir,” Emily whined softly.
“Yes?” Trey breathed across her wet.
“Please,” Emily pleaded as she lifted her hips wantonly.
Trey chuckled as he brushed his lips over her centre before returning his focus to her inner thigh. Emily squirmed on the mattress as she reached out in the darkness, tangling her fingers in Trey’s hair. Without hesitation, his hands closed around her wrists pinning them down against the bed.
“Be patient,” Trey instructed. “And keep your hands there.”
Emily bit her bottom lip as she tried to follow instructions but despite the scolding, his lips pressed firmly against her core. Emily moaned softly as Trey’s hands let go of her wrists, reaching down to spread her pink lips. His tongue darted out, flicking across her clit teasingly.
Emily gasped, twisting on the bed as her hands balled up into fists. She wanted to reach out and pull his head closer to her sensitive cunt but she fought the urge, instead clawing at the sheets. Finally, his mouth closed around her clit, sucking softly as her hips bucked.
The pressure began to build in her core as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Despite the eye mask, Emily couldn’t help but picture Trey’s dark head of hair between her thighs as his tongue dove into her centre. Just as she started to reach her peak, Trey’s attentive mouth suddenly pulled away.
Emily whined and lifted her hips desperately as she heard Trey walk across the room.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally returned. Strong arms closed around her lifting her into the air. Trey took a seat on the edge of the bed as he pulled her across his lap.
A finger circled her wet opening before slowly pressing into her tight entrance. Emily’s muscles gripped tightly at Trey’s finger as he slowly worked it inside of her. Emily moaned as she spread her thighs wantonly.
Thwack!
The sound of leather connecting against her ass echoed throughout the room as a stinging sensation spread across her right cheek. Emily gasped, startled by the sudden impact but still Trey continued to curl his finger inside her. Soft leather brushed across her exposed backside tauntingly as his fingertip pressed firmly into her G-spot. Emily found herself waiting in the darkness, anticipating the next impact.
“Please,” Emily moaned.
“Not yet,” Trey punctuated his words with another Thwack! to her rear.
Each time the flogger connected with her backside the stinging sensation only became more intense until the pain began to mix with the pleasure. Each impact seemed to send a jolt of pleasure straight to her centre. The pressure seemed to build inside her core once again until she was struggling to hold back her climax.
“P-Please,” Emily stammered out as the flogger smacked against her ass once again.
“Cum for me,” Trey instructed.
With permission, Emily finally let the tidal wave of pleasure flood through her.
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