Two Voices, One Story.... Part 2

Part II

Her back arches, pressing closer to him, as she lowers her hands to the floor on either side of her, turning her head to the side as a moan passes her lips, the desire to touch him growing.

He moves his foot down the middle of her stomach, feeling her hesitation quivering in her body, watching her face as she avoids his stare.

Her breath comes quicker, her chest rising and falling faster as she watches his foot travel over her body, anticipation and trepidation mixing in her mind.

He steps around her, grabbing her arms and binding them at the wrists over her head then tying a blind fold over her eyes making certain that her world has gone dark.

She gasps at his sudden movement as she watches his hands work deftly to tie the knots at her wrists, stealing one last glance at him as he places the blindfold over her eyes.

He grabs from his bag the spreader, attaches it to each ankle and cranks it wide, spreading her legs as far as he thinks she can tolerate, her bare sex exposed to him.

She listens to the familiar sounds as he stretches her legs apart, almost too far apart and locks her into place, reminding herself that  while he will have his way with her, he will not harm her.

He unbuttons his shirt, his pants, his zipper lowered making a familiar sound, pushing them to the floor as he undresses and bares his body to the dim lights.


She halts her breathing as she listens to him disrobe, certain that he looks down at her, the tilt of her head following the sounds as his clothes drop to the floor next to her.

He walks a circle around her bound body, watching her, contemplating his desire, his need, her pleasure.