A dull, weak light crept through the smallest of gaps in the curtains to the persistent beeping of the alarm clock. With a sigh she reached out, her fingers brushing the cool metal twice before finding the snooze button. Rolling over she stared at the ceiling, the empty space besides her taunting her as it had for the last four weeks. A wave of emptiness washed over her, a feeling that was stolen away in a heartbeat as the importance of this day swept over her. For this was, finally, the day that he was returning to her, the last of these adventures over and done.
Her head turned, eyes gazing at the space beside her, almost able to feel his body, his warmth, his essence next to her. Her fingers traced the air, knowing they were following the outline of his body as surely as if he were there in the flesh. Slow, sweeping movements teasing his phantom form, skimming over him, following his movements as he squirmed under her touch.
Grinning she flicked her questing fingers across his chest, a sudden sharp movement that would make him dance, as it always did; their own private signal that she was about to allow her more sadistic tendencies free rein. His answering nod was, as always, calm, steady, hiding fear beneath his bravado. Her spare hand felt down the side of the bed, brushing the Velcro straps that would hold him captive, bound to her will and subjected to her pleasure.
Both hands descended upon his sides, flying up and down, counting his ribs over and over, his thrashing thwarting every effort to obtain an accurate count. Kneading the flesh beneath her, eyes fixed on her love as he howled for mercy, for rest, for water, for air.... for more.
Granting his request with a sly glance down his captive form, one hand drifting upwards as the other went down. Fingers scritching and scratching at his left armpit, tracing complex patterns while the other hand wandered seemingly at random over his hips, waist and stomach. Watching with delight as he bucked under her, throwing a leg across his thighs to hold him still.
Both hands at his waist now, digging in to those tender creases, his body convulsing as his mouth gaped open, gasping silently for air. Her own laugh filling the silence, an outburst of delight at his reaction, a mix of joy at the control, the power she held over him and awe that this man would submit to her so completely. On impulse she spun, sitting across his thighs just south of his straining member, feet bracketing his head, fingers resting lightly on his soles.
A sudden gasp escaped her lips as she felt a tongue lap at her toes. Her feet moved away from his probing mouth, her fingers instantly going to work on his bound feet. Her mouth fell to his toes, probing between them with vicious intent. Within seconds he was shrieking, begging for forgiveness for his impertinence but its only effect was to spur her to even greater lengths. Her fingers raced ever faster, nails tormenting every crease of his dancing soles. His laughter peaked, passing into a crescendo of silence as her teeth raked across the base of each toe one by one.
Feeling his body shaking with silent laugher she pulled back from his feet, her fingers tracing the muscles of his calves, flicking now at his knees. Luxuriating in the rapid trembling of exhausted flesh below her she placed her hands on his thighs. Her own legs tensed as she lifted herself, ready to slip back onto his waiting flesh. For a long moment she teased both of them, letting the tension rise until she could bear it no longer. She drew a deep breath, her eyes drifted closed...
And the ringing of the alarm shattered her thoughts, the body beneath her vanishing into the depths of her fantasy as she gasped with shock and disappointment as the dream faded. Angrily she reached out, swatting the alarm off her palm stinging from the blow. As she fell back onto the bed her fingers brushed against the rough Velcro straps that now lay above the sheets and a smile settled on her lips. Now? No, not now. But soon, oh, so soon....
Her head turned, eyes gazing at the space beside her, almost able to feel his body, his warmth, his essence next to her. Her fingers traced the air, knowing they were following the outline of his body as surely as if he were there in the flesh. Slow, sweeping movements teasing his phantom form, skimming over him, following his movements as he squirmed under her touch.
Grinning she flicked her questing fingers across his chest, a sudden sharp movement that would make him dance, as it always did; their own private signal that she was about to allow her more sadistic tendencies free rein. His answering nod was, as always, calm, steady, hiding fear beneath his bravado. Her spare hand felt down the side of the bed, brushing the Velcro straps that would hold him captive, bound to her will and subjected to her pleasure.
Both hands descended upon his sides, flying up and down, counting his ribs over and over, his thrashing thwarting every effort to obtain an accurate count. Kneading the flesh beneath her, eyes fixed on her love as he howled for mercy, for rest, for water, for air.... for more.
Granting his request with a sly glance down his captive form, one hand drifting upwards as the other went down. Fingers scritching and scratching at his left armpit, tracing complex patterns while the other hand wandered seemingly at random over his hips, waist and stomach. Watching with delight as he bucked under her, throwing a leg across his thighs to hold him still.
Both hands at his waist now, digging in to those tender creases, his body convulsing as his mouth gaped open, gasping silently for air. Her own laugh filling the silence, an outburst of delight at his reaction, a mix of joy at the control, the power she held over him and awe that this man would submit to her so completely. On impulse she spun, sitting across his thighs just south of his straining member, feet bracketing his head, fingers resting lightly on his soles.
A sudden gasp escaped her lips as she felt a tongue lap at her toes. Her feet moved away from his probing mouth, her fingers instantly going to work on his bound feet. Her mouth fell to his toes, probing between them with vicious intent. Within seconds he was shrieking, begging for forgiveness for his impertinence but its only effect was to spur her to even greater lengths. Her fingers raced ever faster, nails tormenting every crease of his dancing soles. His laughter peaked, passing into a crescendo of silence as her teeth raked across the base of each toe one by one.
Feeling his body shaking with silent laugher she pulled back from his feet, her fingers tracing the muscles of his calves, flicking now at his knees. Luxuriating in the rapid trembling of exhausted flesh below her she placed her hands on his thighs. Her own legs tensed as she lifted herself, ready to slip back onto his waiting flesh. For a long moment she teased both of them, letting the tension rise until she could bear it no longer. She drew a deep breath, her eyes drifted closed...
And the ringing of the alarm shattered her thoughts, the body beneath her vanishing into the depths of her fantasy as she gasped with shock and disappointment as the dream faded. Angrily she reached out, swatting the alarm off her palm stinging from the blow. As she fell back onto the bed her fingers brushed against the rough Velcro straps that now lay above the sheets and a smile settled on her lips. Now? No, not now. But soon, oh, so soon....
