V: Precipice

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Anna stood at the edge of the hotel room, staring down at the city below. Evening had fallen and the final smears of sunset were fading into a muddy orange at the horizon like too many paints in a watercolor. The sharp definition of the city’s lights drowned out any remaining beauty of the dusk and replaced it with their own vivid hues. It was a distraction she tried to pursue, but her mind kept returning to his offer.

She felt a twinge in her stomach, anxiety piercing her usual confidence. In an unguarded moment long ago, she had confessed to this fantasy, but her nerves were now getting the best of her. Something about him felt safe, but this was a line she had established long ago; she wasn’t sure if she was ready to cross it. She turned and stared at the two neckties on the pillow, two dark serpents tempting her from the stark bleached linens.

“If you want to continue, you will put your hands in the loops and lie down on the bed,” Henry had instructed. “I will return in 15 minutes. If you haven’t done so by the time I get back, then we’ll put this one away and we can go have a drink downstairs. It’s your choice.”

Anna glanced at the clock for the thousandth time, releasing a shaky sigh that made her giggle slightly. She was a strong, self-assured woman—why was she so apprehensive? Flashes of adolescence swept through her mind like reflected headlights sweeping across a wall. She remembered heady nights sneaking off to the nearby golf course after school to steal kisses, afraid of being discovered. It was titillating and new, a feeling so rarely experienced in the decades to follow. The digital clock ticked another minute off and she snapped out of her reverie. She was down to two minutes.

With a final sigh she walked to the king-sized bed and jumped. She couldn’t resist the temptation of a bouncy hotel bed, and in her nostalgic state it made her feel young and brave. The soft linens were a comfort and she landed with a resolve that hadn’t been there when she leapt. Anna slid her slim wrists into the loops tied in the two neckties and placed them by her sides. She counted her breaths, bringing her heartbeat under control and relaxing her mind.

The click of the door handle shattered her calm as he entered the room. Henry paused at the doorway and assessed her situation. Anna felt herself shrink a bit under his gaze, marvelling at the experience. Fully dressed, she had the impression that she was exposed. She wasn’t even tied yet, but she could sense that the decision had been made and she had given up control.

“Are you sure?” he asked. His voice was clear and level.

“Yes,” she replied in a whisper.

“Are you sure?” he repeated.

“Yes,” she said again, slightly louder this time, attempting to convey more confidence than she actually felt.

“Then we’ll begin.”

He set down a small paper bag she hadn’t noticed he was carrying. She began to ask about it, but thought better of herself. The look on his face was hungry and the smirk that had begun to creep across his mouth suggested that she wouldn’t get an answer. It occurred to her that asking and answering questions was a kind of power play, where the questioner might not be the one in control. If she asked and he refused to answer, it would reinforce her position and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

“I’m going to tie you now,” he spoke gently. He took her left hand in his and kissed the palm softly. Then he lifted her wrist above her head and laid it on the pillow. She felt him slide the loop down on her wrist, firm but comfortable. He tied the other end to the headboard of the bed, giving a tug on the end to ensure it was securely fastened.

Henry stood and walked slowly around the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. Anna stared up at him, that withering feeling returning again. Without being asked, she raised her hand and laid it gently on the pillow alongside the other. He reached out to her elbow and traced his fingers lightly up her forearm. She felt a shiver arise in her that echoed through her body. He slipped the tie around the slats of the headboard, gently drawing the knot tight. A final pull on her wrist confirmed that she was now bound to the bed.

Before she could stop herself, Anna drifted her hands together and reached for the knots around her wrists. Her arms stopped with her hands just two inches apart. She strained a bit and found she could not reach the other wrist. She hadn’t planned to untie them, but she had wanted to know that she could. It would be impossible.

Her attention suddenly shifted as she realized that he was standing at the foot of the bed watching her. His wry smile was pronounced as he saw her realize that she was at his mercy until he decided otherwise.

He bahis firmaları gently climbed atop the bed and crawled up to his hands and knees straddling her, until he hovered a few inches above her face. He looked straight down into her eyes and broke into a grin before he leaned in to kiss her. She kissed him back, pressing into him. Anna parted her lips and reached out to taste him. She could taste the citrus from her lip balm mingling with the kiss, his tongue meeting hers gently. He stroked her cheek and slid his hand behind her neck.

As they kissed, Anna suddenly had the sense that time had passed. She was wondering how long they had been making out when he began to glide his hand down her neck. Warm and gentle, his fingers trailed along the collar of her shirt and down her belly. Her breathing began to quicken.

His kisses never stopped, and she never let them. She was as hungry for him as he was for her, but her attention was beginning to shift to his fingers sliding themselves under the hem of her shirt. He lifted softly with his thumb while his four fingers traced winding paths up her skin. He shifted to her left side, nestled along her body before raising her shirt and exposing the edge of her black bra, his skin soft on hers.

Without warning, he broke the kiss and tugged her shirt toward her head. It caught briefly on her breasts until they gave way and the shirt slid up. She expected him to pull the shirt up and off, but instead he flipped it over her head and let it come to rest, inside out, just over her eyes. It had become an effective blindfold, leaving her lips and nose clear but covering her eyes and hair. He laughed softly and she couldn’t help but giggle.

The cool air on her torso and a sudden deep kiss brought her back into the dark, passionate and sweet. She arched her back involuntarily, and he used the opportunity to slide his left hand behind her. His fingers deftly unclasped the bra strap and she felt the release of tension she hadn’t recognized was there. He slid the bra up and over her head, resting somewhere atop the shirt. With her arms bound to the headboard, her clothes would stay there until she was untied.

A nervous thrill passed through her as she felt his hand alight on her stomach. Gentle strokes of his fingers on her creamy skin evoked a faint frisson that blossomed as he circled and wound his way up to her chest. His touch was so light she began to wonder how much was real and what was imagined. Reality came into focus as the back of his fingers brushed against her left breast, a mere inch from her nipple. He rounded from low to high, a counterclockwise trace of pleasure that elicited another giggle from her.

Henry leaned in and kissed her again, a tingle arising deep within her. Anna twisted her pelvis and became aware of a more carnal craving. He had not touched her below her waist, and she was still wearing her jeans. She expected that would not be the case for long, but she noted a tinge of impatience in herself.

The kisses intensified as their tongues danced and bodies began to writhe. His left hand grasped her hair as his right hand roamed up and down her bare top. Every so often, he would tease against the outer curve of her breasts or flick across the edges of her areolas. Each time she expected him to advance, he would stop just short of contact. His hand would redirect to another place on her body, looping around her navel or traveling up and down her neck. She was becoming hyper-sensitive and desire bloomed.

Anna erupted with a gentle gasp when she felt two fingers swipe directly across her nipple. It was a bolt of electricity after the slow teasing. She hadn’t expected it, though she had craved it. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, gently pulling and pinching. It was spicy and sweet, the slightest pain mixed with loving tenderness. She felt her hips twist ever so slightly as she savored the feeling.

Long minutes passed as he toyed with her, moving from breast to breast to manipulate and tease. Each time, he expertly walked the line between pain and pleasure. Soft murmurs escaped her mouth and Anna was sure he could see her beginning to writhe.

“Are you enjoying this?” he asked, as if reading her mind.

“Not in the slightest,” she replied in a voice more hoarse than she had expected.

“You sure about that?” he chuckled softly.

She pictured him grinning, watching her body react to his touch. She knew he would be enjoying this, knowing her ecstasy was due to him. He needed this as much as she did, but that didn’t distract her from the acute thrill she was feeling.

His hand slipped across her belly and down to her waist. With one hand he unbuttoned her jeans and she lifted her hips. He gently tugged them kaçak iddaa down, exposing her black bikini-style underwear, cool air meeting her skin. A blush rose in her cheeks as she felt him brushing along her long, smooth thighs. A moment later, she heard the soft crumple of the denim dropping to the floor.

He shifted around to the end of the bed and reached for her feet, taking one in his hands. She sighed as he began to massage and rub her feet. He kneaded and stretched her soles, toes, and heels, her relaxation at odds with the wanting. She was enjoying the foot rub, but her mind was on the tinges of frustration growing deep within her.

As he made his way around her feet, up her ankles, calves, and thighs, the anticipation mounted. His warm fingers stroked long, gentle arcs over her thighs. Anna felt her mouth go dry as she longed for him to touch her intimately, to stimulate her most sensitive places. She relaxed, surrendering to his touch. She spread her knees to give him access, hinting that she wanted more, but every time his fingers neared that desired destination, he would pause and begin the descent back toward her knees, or switch to the other leg and begin the slow, deliberate climb again. Every so often he would graze the edges of her underwear and her heart would skip a beat. Her arousal was getting the better of her, and she let out a whimper before she could stop herself. A pout appeared on her lips. He chuckled and maintained his teasing.

She wondered about the paper bag, thinking about what it might be. She felt so vulnerable and her imagination began to strain at what he had in store for her.

Blindfolded as she was, she felt the bed shift as he moved up alongside her left side. Henry kissed her deeply, probing and swirling with their mouths entwined. She felt his bare chest against her and she felt his arousal through his pants. His left hand continued to caress her as she felt her heart racing. Suddenly, the back of his fingers gently brushed along her mound and an electric spasm shot through her. Her breathing deepened.

He returned to the slow strokes along the length of her thighs, every so often dancing his fingertips across her skin in a way that left her thrilled but deeply unsatisfied. She found it titillating. Her mind raced, wondering how long it had been and noting how warm she felt. She imagined his view, her nearly naked body blushing red against the pale of her skin. She pictured the sly grin on his face and wanted quite fiercely to kiss him.

Anna felt his fingers trailing up and down, counting the seconds between the passes, savoring each time he gave her a moment of excitement, lamenting the times he didn’t. Just as she fell into a rhythm, he surprised her again. A tracing path across her tender thigh was broken as he skimmed her cotton-covered labia, eliciting a moan. He lingered, his finger pressing gently into the softness behind her wettened underwear. His thumb traced a circle above her clit and she rocked her hips back. This is what she had been waiting for.

Pleasure mounting in response to his touch, Anna bit her bottom lip as she pressed into his fingers. She could feel the frustration beginning to give way to anticipation, like stepping out on a cliff, then pushing closer as she neared ecstasy. His stroking was effective, and her ragged breath gave way to a desperate moan.

Abruptly, he lifted his hand and resumed stroking her thighs. She mewled in response, embarrassed at her own helplessness and desperation.

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.

“Oh, I’m not stopping,” he replied. She could hear the amusement in his voice.

She pouted as his hands wandered her body again, and her breathing returned. The denial felt unkind. She was not typically a patient woman and Henry knew this.

Anna gasped in shock as he bit her nipple, tugging gently but firmly. The pain was lightning in her body again, concentrated in erogenous zones he had been so expertly awakening. She felt his hand traverse her torso, drawing a trail from her breast to the edge of her panties and pausing slightly before gently slipping under. Strong fingers brushed her soft mound, sliding across her clit and finding her warmth. Massaging her labia, palm pressed into her, she found herself instantly transported to that feeling of readiness. She was standing on the precipice, and needed only to be pushed over the edge.

She was swollen and slick, his fingertips moving easily in and out of her folds. His probing gave way to penetration, one warm finger exploring and pressing insistently. She lifted her hips at this welcome advance, and was rewarded by a second finger stretching her swelling sex. Henry’s thumb subtly teased around the hood of her clitoris, pressing kaçak bahis and nudging at this sensitive spot until she began to quickly pant and draw in sharply. She held her breath, waiting to crash over the edge when his hand stopped moving entirely. Her body ached deeply, and she bucked her hips against his hand but he held firm, giving her no satisfaction. She froze, searching for any feeling of pleasure she could use, to savor the waning ecstasy that was just out of reach. The pause lasted an eon as she waited in the darkness of her blindfold. Every time she moved he would press back on her, correcting her, reminding her that he was in control. Her orgasm was his to give – or deny – as he wished.

She was coming to regret sharing this fantasy. It had sounded so much better in her head, but this was starting to become a problem. The frustration was evoking emotions she didn’t expect – anger, sadness, fear – and she wasn’t sure it was as sexy as she thought it was going to be. Mostly, she was afraid she would be left unsatisfied, that he would stop entirely and that she would never come again. It was irrational, but the fear became desperation and she began to beg.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what?” he replied softly. His fingers gently stroked her from within.

“Please let me finish.”

“You want to finish? How badly?”

“So bad. Please, I need this,” she whimpered. Her hips ground against him.

“Oh, I was just thinking maybe I should stop and leave you tied up for the rest of the night.” His hand froze again.

“No!” she cried, surprising herself. “I’ll do whatever you want, anything you want.”

“Oh, you’ll do anything? You’ll make a deal, then?”

“Yes, anything. Anything at all. Please.” She felt preposterous, but she’d left rationality behind. It was an animal feeling as her lust had won out.

“Oh, I don’t need anything from you. Watching you squirm is making me happy. You don’t want me to be unhappy, do you?” he teased.

“No,” she rasped, her voice growing hoarse.

“But if I give you what you want, would that make you happy?”

“Yes.”

He resumed stroking, this time with fervor. She felt his fingers tugging at her pelvic muscles, his thumb and palm firmly massaging her clit. He kissed her deeply, his own erection pressing hard against her thigh. She began to buck again, thrusting against him as his body nestled against hers. She felt warmth arising and she was at the edge again, this time determined to leap off.

She crested the peak and climaxed violently, waves and heat and deafening sound crashing in her ears. Blood rushed to every place he had traced and teased, a tingling giving way to numbness across her face and neck, swollen breasts and shivering belly, thighs and calves and feet shaking with ecstasy. His lips and tongue and breath her hot and wet and delicious but she broke from him and breathed deeply, frantically.

The earthquakes subsided into aftershocks, then throbbing shivers and eventually relaxation. Blasts of orgasmic oxytocin gave way to soothing serotonin, and her breathing calmed and her nerves relaxed. She felt him withdraw from her body and slide her shirt up and over her head, removing the makeshift blindfold. She would have been blinded except for her eyes remaining shut. Contentment made her sleepy, but he kissed her and she opened her eyes to him.

“How are you?” he smiled.

“I’ve never been better,” she replied. “And I mean that.”

He untied her wrists and slid her shirt and bra fully off. He pulled a blanket over the bed and snuggled in against her. His warm chest pressed against her and he draped an arm over her breasts.

She sighed in sleepy satisfaction. “I was afraid for a bit there,” she murmured, “that you might not let me finish.”

“Oh, I thought about it for a second. I was really enjoying watching you get desperate like that, losing control. But it makes me even happier watching you be happy. And boy, did you look happy at the end.” He laughed.

Anna giggled, but was interrupted by a sudden yawn. “Hey, what was in that bag?”

“What?” he asked. He seemed confused.

“The paper bag you brought in. It’s over by the door.”

Henry laughed. “Oh that. Those are doughnuts for breakfast.”

“Oh my god,” she chuckled. “I thought it was going to be some kind of toy or torture device or something. You had me so worried!” Anna yawned again. She spoke quietly and apologetically. “I don’t mean to be rude, and I can feel that you want your turn, but do you mind if I come back to that later? I am exhausted.”

Henry hugged her close. “Of course not. This was your fantasy night, after all.”

“Thanks. And thank you for the fantasy as well. It was perfect. We’ll have to plan out your fantasy for next time.”

“Well, you did just promise to do anything I wanted, didn’t you?” he laughed.

All he got in reply was the soft, rhythmic breathing of a deeply satisfied, sleeping woman.

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