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Looking over her black see-through robe, he grazed his hand over her hardened nipples, stiff from the cool air in the room. He moved the fabric from her breast and kissed them one by one. Tugging gently at her hardened nipples with his lips, Isis’s body trembled with anticipation. She arched to meet his caress with perfect rhythm to his body and his velvet tongue traced over her peaks. Sucking gently, he moved from one to the other as he removed the ribbon from her robe.
“You're beautiful you know that. I want you to take this off. Slowly,” he demanded.
She did as he instructed as he watched her push the fabric over her soft shoulders. Running his hands down her body to her abs, he followed her curves to her arms, running waves of gentle pleasure through her senses. Looking in her eyes, the sweet devil within him reemerged as everything he wanted from her was right at the taking.
“You think my gifts are meaningless. A vain representation of affection. Well, some gifts don’t come in boxes, Isis.”
He quickly grabbed her arms, pushing them over her head. With a gasped her eyes widened, waiting for his next move. Looking down at the ribbon in his hand, a slow devilish grin curved across his lips. The looks he returned to her, mischievous and wanting and a hint of fear and excitement bore down on her.
“Don’t move,” he said as he bound her hands with the ribbon. “Don’t speak,” he said placing a finger to her lips to hush her needy whimper.
Tieing the ribbon to the bracket above the bedpost, he reached over to his nightstand where he had prepared for her arrival.
Isis shivered at the excitement of being controlled in this way. Wanting him to take her to heights she had never been before.
“I bought a few things for us too.” He pulled a red blindfold from the drawer, dangling it by her face, letting the soft fabric graze her cheek. The movement making her eyes flutter shut and open again. “Don’t be scared. I have you. Submit to me. Understand?”
Isis shook her head yes. He was gentle with his movements as he covered her eyes with the silk fabric of the blindfold. From the drawer, he pulled a large feather to tease her body with soft satin temptation.
“Tonight, sweet Isis, is a lesson in pleasure. There can be a pain with my lessons. That’s good too. Sometimes, like tonight, gentleness is just as good. From what you just did for me, I think soft is perfect. Don't you.”
Gage took the feather gently, teasing over her body, seeing goosebumps trail her skin in its wake. Her body relaxed to his caress as he swirled the softness over her body, following it with gentle peppered kisses. After some teasing, he tossed it to the side, stopping just enough to make her want his return.
Isis let out a whimper and shifted, begging for more. “Please, Sir.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me. Please?”
Gage kissed on her neck and across her jawline as she moved her head, where she was begging for his lips on hers.
“I know what you want.”
He pulled away from her, not allowing the kiss. She felt her chest fall in disappointment. It was all she wanted and he denied her this one pleasure.
His lips made their way down her body to her mound, where she lifted her hips in anticipation. He hesitated, looking up for a reaction. After a long wait, she begged for him.
“Gage, please.”
He bit her inner thigh almost too painfully.
“I said don’t talk. I want to taste you. You will want to plead for me. Scream out. Ride out the pleasure in silence. I have another blindfold. I can use that over your sassy mouth. I rather see your sweet expression when you come for me so hush yourself,” he said calmly.
He began his gentle attack on her once more. Licking and sucking her wet tenderness between her legs, making her buck with anticipation. Diving his tongue in her sex and lapping at her clit, she thought she would come undone.
“You taste so good. What is that — Vanilla and strawberries? Seems that little lace outfit was not the only gift you had for me tonight, is it?”
He was right. She had rubbed flavored lotion all over her in hopes he would notice if they became more intimate that night.
AS he traced over her sex he said, “Babe, you are so tight. Let me relax you.”
He massaged her folds and pressed in his finger gently at her entrance, slowly teasing her. Her body aching for him to take her, or even to enter her with his thick fingers to release the pressure that was building. Isis moved to his motion, desperately wanting to cry out for more.
Slowly, Gage moved and licked her to the sound of the music. Making his own dance over her body.
“I think I may play for a while. Tease you a little. I want to see how long you can hold out.”
He sucked on her tender area with a pop. Inserting his finger, adjusting to reach her G-spot he made her squeeze around his finger. She bit her lip, and a groan escaped from deep within, making Gage pleased he was doing his job well.
She pulled at the silk wrapping around her wrist, desperate to touch him. Arching to his touches in needy repetition. Knowing she could not break free; she gripped the headboard. Her legs trembled and shook uncontrollably as he continued his sensual attack.
Isis begged in her mind for the sweet release to come, but his slow movement made the point of ecstasy drawn out. She felt an intense, painful pleasure between her legs, but just couldn’t break past the point of orgasm. She took her leg and tried to move, to push him closer and resolve the need, to no avail.
He shoved her legs apart and gave out a chuckle. “What’s wrong, Isis? Too much for you? I can stop if you want.”
She arched her back, trying to push her lower body toward him. She couldn’t speak. She wanted to beg for him to be inside her but knew she had to obey.
“Patience. Some things are worth waiting for...”
