Page 15 of Seven Days

She obeys, like a good little siren. Her fingers slowly unbutton her jeans and push them down her hips.

“Turn around for me when you take your panties off.”

She hesitates for a moment and then slowly does as I ask. She looks over her shoulder at me as she unhooks her bra and lets it drop beside her. Her eyes stay on mine as she hooks her fingers in the black lace at her hips. She shimmies them down, bending just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her glistening, bare pussy.

“Lay down on the bed, Siren. On your back, in the middle.” I instruct.

I watch as she does what I ask before walking to the corner and pulling the attached restraints out. She watches me with curiosity, but no trepidation as I repeat the process on all four sides.

“I’m going to restrain you, is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever been restrained before?” I do her first wrist.

“No.”

I move to her ankles and secure them, petting her pussy as I walk up to finish her other wrist. She shifts in the bed, watching as I pull another condom out of the drawer along with a blindfold and noise canceling headband.

“What are those for?”

“I’m going to take away two of your senses, sight and hearing. Is that okay?”

“Why?”

“Because it will heighten the pleasure of what I’m about to do to you. The only thing you’ll be able to concentrate on is the way I’m touching you. It’s intensely erotic for both parties.”

“You’ll stop if I ask you to?”

“Of course, but I don’t think you will.”

After a slight pause she nods her head. “Okay, I’ll try it.”

I take her lips in a light kiss.

“My siren is so brave.” I put the silk eye mask over her eyes first. “How’s that?”

“It feels fine.”

“Good. Next is a headband with noise canceling ear pieces. I’ll give you a minute to get used to it and then when I squeeze your hand tell me if you’re okay.”

“Okay,” she says as she licks her lips.

I slide the headband around her, moving it over her ears and tucking her hair back. She startles when I run my fingertips down the valley of her breasts. Her breaths are shallow and unsure as she acclimates to the new sensation of sensory deprivation.

I grip her hand and gently squeeze it.

“It’s strange, a little disconcerting, but I’m okay.”

I reward her by pulling her brown nipple between my lips and gently sucking. Her belly trembles as I lower my hand down, past her cute little innie and over her mound. I keep my mouth on her breasts, switching back and forth to give them equal attention while I tease her with soft strokes everywhere but where she really wants it.

“Thomas,” she whimpers as her back arches off the bed. “Please.”

I move between her legs and give her pussy a little kiss and her clit a flick of the tongue. Then I plunge my fingers inside her, seeking out her g-spot and circling it until her toes clench and she catches her lip between her teeth. Then I push them even further, searching for her most hidden pleasure center.

“Oh fuck,” she exclaims as my fingers sweep over it. “Thomas,” she breathes my name like a prayer. “What are you doing?”

I keep going until she’s chanting my name over and over, begging for release. I keep the same pace with my fingers, but begin swirling my tongue in circles around her hardened nub. It doesn’t take long to get her right to the edge. She cries out my name as she comes, soaking my hand and stubble with the rush of her release.

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