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The door clicks open to his hotel room. I think he has already prepared; the lights are low. A single tap on the player and music drifts across the room, the same choice I set playing myself at our previous meeting.

“You remembered what I like?”

“Oh, yes. I made a point of remembering what you like.”

His eyes are soft and admiring. “I didn’t do you justice before. You don’t look good. You look amazing.”

My pussy hums, sending a frisson rippling over my skin and he smiles at my reaction. It’s a very small movement of his lips, but his eyes are warm as he circles me, pacing softly, very close.

His fingers trail around my waist, catching me tight as I try to turn to meet his face. “Did I tell you to move?” he says, standing behind me. His face is close to mine, his breath warm on my skin as he speaks.

“No,” I whisper, arousal smoking through me.

“So, stay where you are. I’ve come a long way to see you. I expect you to do as I say.”

My breath hitching, I stand still, my body beginning to tremble.

“I have plans for this evening,” he continues, “and I expect you to obey me. Are you going to obey me?”

I nod, a hot flush rising up my neck that has nothing to do with embarrassment.

There is a rustling behind me; a soft sound, just on the edge of hearing. His mouth still close by my ear, he murmurs, “I’m going to blindfold you now….” He pauses. “…. Yes?”

“Yes.” My tremble increases, and as something soft and satiny winds around my eyes, Ryan stands close enough against me that he must be able to feel the quiver of my flesh against him.

The cloth binds around my face, and his fingers pass upwards from chin to forehead, brushing the silk back from my nose. “Alright? Not too tight? You can breathe?”

Dumbly, I nod. The blindfold has not completely obscured the light. I cannot see, but a kind of textured half-light, deeply red, penetrates through.

Still pressed against me, he holds me by the shoulders, nibbling at the soft skin of the nape of my neck. Arousal sets embers glowing in my warm core, and the tremble invades my breathing

“Are you cold?” he asks.

“No, just excited.”

“Excited?” He sounds pleased. “You find this exciting? You find me exciting?”

“Yes, I do.”

I can almost hear the smile in his voice. “Good. That’s very good, Kirstie. Here, take my hand.” His fingers lace between mine and there is a gentle tug. I follow the pull.

“Now, turn,” he says.

I obey, following a touch that pushes slightly on my shoulder. My pussy is increasingly soft and fluid, my panties growing warm and wet.

“Kirstie,” says Ryan’s voice, “Tonight I am going to explore what gives you pleasure. If any of this goes too far for you, or if I do anything you don’t want me to, say so. Simply give me a word. What will you say?”

“You want my safe word?”

“Yes. You may find this exciting, and I certainly do, but I’m new to this. I don’t want to hurt you or take you beyond what is pleasurable for you.”

“Alright, Ryan. My safe words are ‘Redbreast’ and ‘Ravens’.

“Ravens?” His voice is startled.

I need you to stop; ‘Redbreast’ if

shhhh…. quiet now…. The only noises I want to hear from

me, I scent him more strongly now, his warm musk, and as he moves,

He’s becoming aroused too….

the lightest of touches as he kisses and mouths

moves behind me, his hands sliding to the top fastening of my dress; a small button which he slips free before moving downward. With a slow clicking, the zip of my dress is lowered. His breath warm on my neck, the zipper clicks, descending a single tooth at a time, and as the dress opens from the top down,

opens over the revealed skin. It shouldn’t feel so hot, but to my heightened senses, the wetness of his mouth scalds over me. He nibbles at me, mouthing and nipping down and along the length of my spine. And with each nip of my skin,

to release my breasts. I shiver a little, a tingle skittering from my crinkling nipples down to my sex, and it’s not only

I am on fire….

hasn’t even undressed

thighs to shake. I want to lie down, open my

“Ryan….”

“Shhh….”

I bite my lip.

I want

my left nipple, a pinch that stings, making me flinch,

his voice. “It’s good to know that you

Oh, God….

glide into either side of my hips, swishing it down to the floor and leaving me standing

….. which are soaked.

juices are flowing down inside my thighs. He must

good. I think it will soon be time for

pussy clutches, releasing another

hand slip between my pussy lips, tormenting my clit. Thumbing my bud free of its fleshy sheath, he rubs and flicks at my sweet spot which sparkles under his touch, electric ecstasy stabbing

obey his instruction for silence, but moaning incoherently through gritted teeth, I would collapse were it not for the

“Ryan… I can’t stand….”

hard, sending silver

do I really have to hurt you? I wonder how much

between my thighs and down the back of my knees. Blindly, I drop my head backwards, mouth open, panting. I want to wail

traversing from my face, down my neck and cleavage, down my belly and to the vee of my thighs. He must be kneeling in front

stand, you may rest your hands on my shoulders

be, I feel down towards his shoulders. My

my clit, I wail and my knees crumple. His hands dart out, gripping me at the hip and stabilising

he says, “that we shall rearrange you,

mine, leading me. There is the click of a door opening, and as we pass through, I am

The bed’s in front of

rest with

spread your legs

fuck me

A hand swipes across my buttocks, stinging hard, and

many times must I tell

the bed, propped on my

Ryan, “Now, we’re going to play a game. I’m going to touch you, in whatever way it pleases me to do. I’m going to try to make you moan and scream.

my spine; the soft and delicate

a sharp pain as something lashes up from under

So, some of your punishment might be on them rather than your ass…. Now, spread yourself open for me. I don’t want

my hair and face, then moves slowly…. slowly down the length of my spine, his nails

along my spine sends electrifying signals to my quivering cunt.

its gradual journey

there, on another occasion…. but

My entrance flutters and pulses as he traces a butterfly-light circle over the skin; barely skimming me. But my hyper-tense nerves send lightning zipping through

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