Of all the women I have been with, none ever feels like Alex beneath my touch. As I move past her arm, I take it with me and raise it above her head so her breast is lifted upward. It takes every bit of willpower to prevent me lowering my lips to her nipple to nibble and suck, knowing it will instantly arch her back and wet her sex. If my cock had a voice it would be groaning, but my brain is still in control, as it should be. I continue my journey around her face, knowing her eyes are locked on mine. I must concentrate on the sensations I am causing on her body, not lose focus. I raise her other arm above her head. This is more like it, unfettered access to my gorgeous plaything. I notice her breaths becoming shallow in her chest and I know this is turning her on, big time, and she knows it’s the same for me. I don’t lose sight of my mission as my fingers continue to glide along her sexy contours, I can’t wait to arrive at her thighs and notice my breathing is also shallow. It will be worth it, I remind myself. Finally, I’m there, sliding along the softness of her inner flesh, wanting to bury my head between her legs and my tongue in her opening, but I deliberately tease before meandering past and back down to the toe where I started. At last!
‘Now, are you ready to play?’
‘Jeez, Jeremy, you’re slowly killing me here.’ There is nothing quite like the sound of Alexa’s voice when she’s almost begging for it. Absolutely worth the tortuous slowness of my journey around her body.
‘I don’t think you’ll have the willpower to stay in this position, Alexandra, so I am going to bind your wrists.’ When it comes to women, I have learnt that statements are far more effective than questions; that way, they don’t have to give themselves permission (which is always the case with Alex). If they say nothing, you have told them what will happen. They can always say no, but never seem to, in my experience anyhow. I grab the tie from Alexa’s robe and securely fasten her wrists together above her head. She knows she can stop me, but given the playful look of feigned horror in her eyes, she won’t. Oh no, she definitely wants this as much as me. It intrigues her as to what I’m going to do next, just as it excites me.
‘Seems like you are taking a few liberties tonight, Jeremy.’ She doesn’t resist me whatsoever.
‘Only you could inspire me to take such liberties, Alexandra.’
Okay, almost ready.
I move one of the lounge chairs over so I can tie her bound wrists to the leg of the chair. I know she’ll be shocked by what I’m going to do, but she’ll love it once she gets used to it. One of my friends-with-benefits at Harvard did it to me, and although the feeling was fascinating, I couldn’t stand not being in control. All I could think about was how Alexa’s body would react instead and I’ve wanted to try it with her ever since. Now, I have my chance.
‘Is this added security necessary? Anchoring me to the base of a chair? What if the others come home early?’
‘They won’t.’ I know this because I have organised for Craig to call me if it looks like anyone is leaving early. As if I’d be that unprepared … she should know me better than that by now. I take a moment to absorb the sight of her exposed and trapped body. My cock springs spontaneously out of the split in my boxer shorts.
Alexa laughs. ‘I’m not sure who’s more turned on by this scenario, you or me.’ I always wonder if she’s aware that she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip when she says things like that. I don’t want to mention it in case she stops doing it.
I lower my head to her sex and sniff, animal instinct taking me over. She smells sensational and there is no doubt in my mind she’s ready. I lick, darting my tongue between her lips and around the edges of her hot, wet layers. She groans in response, arching her back but unable to move her arms from over her head, and I kiss and suck a little more, teasing her swelling clitoris, before raising my head from between her thighs, her sweet juice on my lips, and grin at her shocked face.
‘I’d say it’s a dead heat at this point, sweetheart. But that’s not why we’re here.’ I reach over her body lowering my groin over her head, my dick dangling deliberately close to her lips, so I tease her knowing she can’t lift her head high enough to fully take me. God, this is fun — she is so frustrated by desire but trying to be so contained. I love it! I pick up one of the candles from around the fireplace and bring it back to our position on the rug.
‘Jeremy … what are you doing? You’re not really going to use that, are you?’ She sounds a little nervous now.
‘Have you ever done this before?’
She shakes her head. No words, she’s silently debating pros and cons in her mind. It’s so obvious I can almost hear it. Best get moving before she talks herself out of it.
‘I’ve done it before, and I know you’ll like it, Alexa. Trust me. I’d never hurt you.’
She closes her eyes, a good sign; she’s silently giving in to herself, giving in to me.
‘I’ll start slowly, somewhere less sensitive, you choose. That way you can get used to the sensation.’ Always good to let her know she still has a say, some power.
‘Where do you recommend?’ And the power returns so gallantly back to its rightful place …
‘Feet, and I’ll work my way up. Ready?’
I locate the remote control from behind me and turn the volume of the music up; we both like Chicane and it will help Alex relax into the experience.
She nods. She is ready and I can’t help but be in awe of her willingness to experiment sexually with me, the absolute trust she places in me. No one on earth compares to Alexa when we are like this together. It’s exhilarating. She closes her eyes and holds her breath as I position the candle over her legs and I carefully drop a small amount of wax on the front of her foot, and wait. She sighs and visibly relaxes. Not as bad as she was expecting. Her consent allows me to continue. As I move slowly up her legs, her body shivers and her skin responds with goosebumps.
‘Keep your eyes open, sweetheart, I need to see you.’ I’m utterly absorbed in her reaction as I eventually move closer to her belly, lust clouding her eyes. I ensure the candle cradle is full of liquid wax as I tip enough on her skin to fill her belly button.
‘Oh … my … god …’ She gasps, arches her back in response and a light moan escapes her lips as her trapped wrists continue to anchor her body to the floor. I hope I don’t come before this is over. She looks even hotter than she does in my dreams; I had no idea that was possible! If her arms were free she’d cover herself, but she can’t and I’m pleased I went to the effort of restraints. Even so I’d better check in to make sure; I’d never want to hurt her, even accidentally.
‘Are you okay? It’s a shock, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, a complete shock. So hot, but it doesn’t burn, then the warmth follows … It feels so weird in my bellybutton, as if you’ve tapped into my core.’ Bless her. Such abandon and analysis at the same time. I watch as the wax hardens on her belly like a plug and place my palm over it, feeling her heat. I can’t prevent myself from kissing her sensuous lips and penetrating her mouth with my tongue as she lies beneath me, mesmerised. She responds with such immediate and unexpected passion that after a few moments we are both rendered literally breathless. This wasn’t part of my plan but I’m certainly not complaining. I fleetingly wonder if she has any idea just how much sexual energy and raw lust is screaming out of her pores. It shocks even me. Either way, her nipples are exactly how I want them now, hard, pert and ready for action. I straddle her body, ensuring her legs are as anchored as
