After the Storm (manxman)

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

(Stephen's Violet Wands)

Luis

Goosebumps shivered across my naked skin, but it wasn't caused by the cool air the a/c was filtering through my beach house bedroom. No, my current state of mind was caused by nothing but sheer anticipation, a little fear, and a fuck ton load of unadulterated desire, sprinkled with a healthy dose of curiosity. Here I am standing completely naked in the middle of my bedroom. Not only am I exposed from head to toe, I'm also blindfolded with my hands shackled above my head. I can't see anything, I'm in utter darkness.

Without my sense of sight, I'm relying on all my other senses, particularly my hearing, but even that's failing me because Stephen had made sure to have on a low steady stream of music playing from his iPod speakers. The sultry sounds of Miguel's, Vixen prevented me from locating Stephen anywhere in the room, not until he was ready to let me know exactly where he was.

My heart fluttered a little faster in my chest. I'd asked for this. I'd let my man know that I was more than interested in experiencing a subtle taste of the lifestyle my friends have talked about over the years. I'm not saying I'm ready to train to become someone's submissive, but I got to admit that having a big strong man like Stephen take me over sexually, mind, body, and soul had me almost begging the man to do just that. God only knows that I trust and love my talented doctor enough to give him such power over me.

Something soft slowly brushed over my hip, and I nearly jumped out of my skin as my lips parted and I released a startled little squeak. I wasn't ashamed of the sounds this man was capable of having me make. Shit, whatever it was he used to caress a path across the surface of my skin was promptly followed by the warm, wet tip of tongue, and more needy little whimpers spilled out of my throat. As quickly as the sensation appeared, it disappeared just as swiftly.

Straining my ears, I leaned forward in hopes of bumping into Stephen, or at least hear him breathing, something to clue me in as to his exact location. But once again, there was mothing but the sound of the music and my blood rushing through my ears. The padded shackles holding my wrists above my head tugged my arms backwards and prevented me from going any further than where I was standing.

"Oh god!" The exclamation was unexpectedly ripped from my mouth when I felt my lover align his big body against my back. The heat pouring off his skin almost made me purr and I cuddled back into his warmth.

A voice like gravel, deep, course, and promising nothing but decadent sin whispered in my ear. "Easy baby, I don't want you to hurt yourself. We are pacing ourselves through this, there's no rush. You can take it. I know you can."

A sob bubbled up my throat and the unwavering confidence Stephen has in me. Hell, this was the first time I've ever attempt to do something like this. The first time I would ever allow another person such control that they could tie me up and leave me naked, blindfolded, and totally helpless to protect myself.

"That's it boy, you just needed to feel, let go and give yourself to me." Stephen cooed as his big hands roamed all over my chest and abdomen. I found myself pushing my ass into his crotch only to realize that he still had on his jeans, and another wave of vulnerability washed over me. The idea that I was restrained while completely naked and he was still at least practically dressed kicked my heart rate up even more. My breath panted out of my mouth and I had to lick my suddenly dry lips to moisten them.

"No...Please." I whined when Stephen drew away from me yet again. He didn't come back, but I did hear a quiet, shushing sound from somewhere behind me. His iPod station changed the song track changed and the Weekend's, Earned it started to play. I swore the beat of the song vibrated through the floor, up my legs, and pulsed through my already engorged cock. My balls felt full heavy and that was before Stephen's body heat surrounded me once again giving me the indulgent decadence to his nearness.