He enjoyed the dynamic of having her be completely naked in front of him. He particularly liked the balance of power in that circumstance. Watching her eyes watch him. Letting his eyes wander slowly and painstakingly over every inch of her splendid figure. Making sure she understood exactly how much he was examining her. Scouring her every detail. Enjoying all of her. He would sit there, perfectly relaxed, the slightest hint of a smile on his face.
In the beginning she would instinctively move her hands to cover herself up, not that she didn’t want to let him look at her, she just wasn’t used to someone making her sit nude in front of them, while they took her in. He had solved that problem quickly by binding her wrists tightly each time to teach her. Teach her that she would let him examine her at his leisure and at his choosing. Tonight, the rope had been so thorough and so tight that her hands were immobile. He had made her keep them behind her head, leaving her breasts jutting out. Her legs were spread out wide, her bare sex exposed. She had been sitting still like this for what seemed like an eternity. She could feel her arousal building too, which only further enhanced her embarrassment.
“Very nice, kitten. Very, very nice. You look so sexy as you always do. So succulent and delicious. Now, lower yourself to your knees for me. Your evening will continue from there.”
She blushed as he spoke to her, his eyes never leaving her body. Slowly she began to descend for him, the fire between her legs only building, the eagerness to please him growing. Her desire to serve him at its peak. She felt her knees hit the floor and his hand gently touch her cheek. Her body reacted instinctively. The first reaction of many. The first touch of what would be a long, passionate night.
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