Pleasure Incorporated

Stephanie and Stephen The Climax

The satin duvet was soft and cool beneath me.

"Lift your arms above your head."

I grabbed hold of the iron headboard. He kissed my shoulder, planting nips and caresses down my arm. Holding my gaze, he slid the handcuff around my wrist. "Ready?"

"Yes." I had no idea what to expect this evening. Of course, I knew it would involve sex, but this was beyond my wildest imaginings. I couldn't keep my legs from writhing a little on the bed. My stomach ached with need.

The arm swung closed and clicked. He tightened the metal until it was comfortable, but gave no measure of escape. He slipped the chain around the headboard and clasped my other wrist. The final click shot fire through my body. I inhaled sharply.

He ran his hands along the sides of my body. My eyes rolled back. "Jesus."

His whispered words near my ear startled me. "It's Stephen."

I smirked. "Stephen."

His cocky grin turned me to putty. "I like how you say that." He nibbled my ear then reached back and scooped the blindfold off the bed. "One last detail." The satin string trailed up my belly and between my breasts as he danced it across my skin.

My fists clenched as he lay the blindfold across my eyes.

"Can you see?" he asked, adjusting the tightness of the ties.

"No."

"Good." His weight lifted from the bed.

I could hear him rummaging through drawers. Every sense was heightened. The smoothness of the duvet skimmed across my body as I wriggled to try and hear what he was doing. The air from the ceiling fans washed over my skin creating goosebumps, and every cell of my being had been reduced to a quivering mass of need.

"I'm here." His voice drifted from somewhere near the end of the bed. I jumped when something cold pressed into the sole of my foot.

"That's freezing." I squirmed away from the onslaught creeping up my leg.

The advance never wavered, and a hand pinioned my leg. The melting path swooped up the inside of my thigh and curved over the soft mound of hair between my legs.

"You're so hot, you melted my ice cube." His voice was sullen, sexy.

My body collapsed after being held rigid by tension.

"Ah, but I have more." A swirl of ice across my nipple sent the bud into a spasm of constriction, and I bucked to set it free. He straddled my waist. "Oh, no. You're not getting away that easily." He ran the ice cube down the sides of my ribs, and I screamed. The dripping water trickled around my back, and the shock against my blazing skin was torture.

"You are delightfully ticklish." Blunt fingernails picked up where the ice left off, skimming the indent of my waist. I tried to kick him off.

"Do you want me to stop?" He sounded amused.

"No," I replied with undignified panting.

His weight shifted and something soft with several tails swept over me. "This is a called a bondage whip."

"Stephen." This was quickly going in a direction I wasn't ready to take it.

"I won't hurt you. I promise."

I couldn't see him, couldn't read the sincerity in his face, but I sensed it in his voice.

"Open your hand for me."

It took a concerted effort to loosen my grip, but I did as he asked.

"I'm going to use the whip across your palm. Let me know if it hurts."