He begins kissing me again, a little more rough than before. His hands are on the side of my face, then start trailing down my body to my hips. He pulls me closer once again, grinding into me slightly. He lets out a soft moan between kisses, then pulls away to look my body up and down once more. He unbuttons and unzips the front of my pants in one swift motion, and forces them to the ground. I’m now left wearing only my black panties and mix matched red bra. If I knew this would’ve happened, I would’ve tried to wear at least a matching set.

I smile up at him shyly, and he looks at me sternly, but with love. I can tell he has something in store.

He reaches for my hand, and guides me to the bed, my clothes left in a pile by the door. “Sarah, I need you to do what I ask, and I need you to trust me. Do you?” His voice is authoritative, and I’m so ready to be dominated. “Yes.” I reply, while looking up at him. I’ve always loved his height, and how I need to slightly lift my chin to look him in the eyes. “Yes, what?” His voice is deep and questioning.

“Yes sir.” I say and smile, never breaking eye contact. “Good girl.” He says while picking up the wrist restraints. He goes to either side of the headboard and ties one end of the black fabric to it, then faces me again. “Take off your bra for me.” He begs, and I do.

“I need you to lay in the middle of the bed, please.” I do as he says, and I lay on top of the navy comforter. I can feel the anticipation in my stomach, the butterflies overwhelming. He continues to either side of the bed, tying the loose ends of the fabric around my wrists.

I watch his body and observe every muscle that moves as he’s doing this. I mentally visualize what will happen in the coming moments, and I can hardly wait.

Once my wrists are bound above my head, he climbs to the side of me on the bed. He kisses me, then his hands go to either of my breasts, gently massaging them. His face dips to my left breast, sucking on the nipple while his hand squeezes my right. He knows this is my biggest turn on, and my body reacts immediately. I’m practically writhing with bliss and letting out small moans as he switches between my right and left.

He lifts his head to kiss me again, and let’s one hand trail down my body slowly, toward my panties. He gently rubs me over my panties, and it almost tickles. I smile into the kiss, and he lifts his head and asks “What’re you smiling about? Do you know what’s in store for you?” all while smiling in return. I hold my smile and shake my head no.

He suddenly gets up, and goes to the foot of the bed. His hands are at my waist, and he quickly pulls my panties off. The soft glow of the candles in the room makes me feel euphoric and safe, although I have no idea what’s to come.