Though it probably wasn’t necessary because of the tablecloth, Ryan took his napkin and covered his lap while I continued to stroke him. However, he did have a hard time disguising the look of sheer bliss on his face when the waiter returned with our salads.
I glanced over at Ryan and he winked at me. That’s when I felt his fingers working their way up my skirt. I moved into him so he could reach me better. By the time the waiter returned with our entrées, I was in heaven. The man most likely walked away wondering if the cook put something strange in our food.
* * *
In the months that followed, Ryan and I grew closer and I couldn’t have been happier. I had been transformed into a person who now looked forward to the future. I was so in love with Ryan that he was all I thought about. Sometimes at work my mind would wander and I’d relive a moment we’d shared together and get so turned on that I needed to rush to the bathroom to masturbate. Sex, which had been nearly nonexistent in my vocabulary, was now foremost in my mind. Ryan’s touch had caused an almost Pavlovian response from me. Just hearing his voice on the phone triggered a tremendous smile and started my juices flowing.
* * *
Ryan got tickets to see Acoustic Alchemy, a jazz group, in concert. They were awesome and nearly brought down the house. We’d had an early dinner before the show and a late snack afterward at his place, which I’d never been to before, because we usually ended up at mine. As we stood in the doorway, I realized why. He wasn’t much of a housekeeper. However, I knew just the woman who could remedy that.
After clearing off the sofa and making room on the coffee table, we shared a pepperoni pizza as we watched some old black-and-white movie. When I was with Ryan, it was hard for me to concentrate on anything but him. He could never realize what he’d done for me as a woman. He brought out what inner beauty I had hidden inside and made me whole. And I wanted the chance to show my gratitude by giving him all my love for the rest of my life. That night was merely a symptom of the feelings I had for Ryan.
I initiated the lovemaking. Wanting to further spice up the fantastic sex we already had, I’d brought along some props. I’d done some extra reading on sex games, as well. Working in a library had its perks.
“What are you up to?” Ryan asked, his eyes opening wide with more than just a little apprehension, I imagined, as he watched me take several silk scarves from my purse.
“Trust me.”
“Hmm…I’m not so sure I want to.”
I gave him one helluva kiss, thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth as I pawed his already growing erection.
“Will I get more of that?”
“Much more, baby,” I purred, attaching his first wrist to the headboard with a soft handcuff that closed with Velcro and then did the same to the other.
I tested his restraints before slowly removing his clothes. By the time I’d slid his jeans down, his manhood was at full mast. I had to smile, knowing it was all for me. However, it became more of a devilish grin as I thought about what I intended to do to him. One term came to mind: exquisite torture. Unwittingly or not, he’d done it to me, and I intended to pay him back tenfold. As I undressed to the sexy red underwear I’d gotten for this occasion, I could hardly wait to begin. His eyes were riveted to the lacy demi bra, garter belt and fishnet stockings I wore.
I took a large feather out of my purse. Ryan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the feather.
“What are you going to do with that?” he asked nervously. In that moment, he revealed one of his innermost fears to me.
“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish,” I said as I lightly ran the feather down his chest.
He squirmed and pulled at his restraints. “Stop! Please…don’t do that! No more…I can’t stand it…”
“But I’m just getting started,” I said, ignoring his plight, my voice filled with laughter.
I continued to brush the feather along his chest and up and down his arms, ignoring his pitiful sounds. It was funny and a little ironic how I could reduce a strong man to a groveling, gel-like creature with a single feather.
“I don’t know how much more I can take…oooh, no more, baby, pul-leeze!”
Ever so slowly down the length of his long, hairy legs I went, slowly measuring every move before I changed direction and did the same thing going back up. His eyes were closed so tightly, he looked like he was in mortal pain, and I hadn’t even reached my destination yet. Almost there, don’t rush, I counseled myself. I began to tease his rod mercilessly, making every stroke count. Poor Ryan looked as if he were dying. After several moments, I figured he’d had enough and put away the feather.
He gave out such a huge sigh of relief that I laughed. I got on all fours and leaned over to kiss his lips. I lingered on them for a moment before kissing the hollow of his neck. Then, straddling him, I slowly planted kisses down his chest. I tongued and nipped his small, tight nipples, getting another gasp and a little squirm out of him. From there I traveled to his navel, where I let my tongue do all the work. That got a rise out of him. And he damn near connected with me. That’s when I realized I’d dropped too close to him.
I moved my body down past his.
“Are you finished torturing me yet? You know, there’s got to be some law against this.”
I grinned and gave him my answer, which
