Lightly his hands stroke down her body, sliding down her sides then onto her stomach. Over and over, only that. His hand is large and warm. Its oddly soothing to her, his rythmic stroking. The same pressure from both hands, the same motions steady her until her breathing is regular. Once he establishes that control, his hands begin to move lower, each stroke carrying his fingers further down her belly. She goes still with anticipation, his touch makes her feel warmth deep inside and it feels so very good. Torn between the instinct to fight, and her need to submit she whimpers softly. As his fingers tease the top of her slit she moans and lifts her hips to him. Doubts and fears fall away in the rush of heat and the sudden pounding of her pulse. Her entire body seems to quiver, straining against her bonds. Not to get away, but to get closer to his touch. One of his hands slips under her knee, lifting her leg up against the back of the sofa. With one foot on the floor, tied. The other up on the back of the sofa. She is totally exposed to him. The air seems cold as his fingers gently but steadily open her wet sex.
The next sensation is heat. His hot breath covering her, then his fingers holding her more open. Never before has she felt this exposed, this vulnerable. Nor this aroused. Female submitting to male. Overpowered but still feeling safe. How or why she feels safe she doesn't understand, but she knows that she is safe. She is so wet that she can feel it trickling down her slit, teasing herself unwillingly. His fingers continue to keep her spread and his breath keeps her hot. When she can't bear it anymore she moans again and tries to lift to his mouth.
His fingers and the warmth of his breath leave her abruptly. Needing more, she doesn't care what he sees, what he thinks of her. All she can think is getting her need satisfied. Her hips lift higher, seeking his hands again. Deftly he slides a throw pillow under her, pushing it to the small of her back. She is now lifted high enough that her ass is exposed as well. He has total access to her body now. That knowledge sends an embarrassed wave of heat over her body. She is exposed to someone she doesn't know. the power of choice taken away from her. When she realises that, when she realises that there is freedom in such submission the breath escapes her. She is his. His toy. His body. And she both fears and loves that. Her head falls back and she stops fighting him altogether.
"Ah, very good my beautiful slut. You learn quickly, and that pleases me" As he speaks he begins his feather light touches again. Light strokes dancing over her body. Brushing her nipples then her open pussy then her taut belly. No order or pattern, no more than light touches. Her breath changes again, faster now. Her skin feels hot where he touches then so lonely when his fingers move on. Her hips thrust up and down seeking relief against his teasing. He touches her everywhere but her clit. Her body tingles, hot and electric. She is almost painfully aroused, wetter than she has ever been. As if all sex play until tonight has been but a poor imitation of the real thing. When the tip of his finger presses into her opening, a gutteral moan sounds from her. Her entire being is focused on his touch and her need. A second finger is added, sliding deep into her body. Slowly he twists them back and forth, each movement sending waves of pleasure into her. As her body contracts around his fingers he continues his slow steady rthym, each stroke twisting in her. The only sounds now, are the rasping of her breath and the unmistakable sound of her wetness. Just as he is about to make her cum, his fingers withdraw from her glistening body. He smiles down at her as her body arches up, seeking gratification from him.