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This story is a little different from my others (and not as Spanking/BSDM)–it’s written for a ‘friend’. And yes, if you’re that friend, you should be following the rules–naked and reading from your lovely knees. Be good. Be very good or else I’m afraid I’ll have to… The butterflies arrived halfway through dinner. She’d been nervous before that moment, but not unbearably so. She glanced up at him, across the table, as the waitress refilled her water glass. He was staring back at her, a small smile playing across his lips, one finger lightly tapping against his now full glass. Yet it was the look in his eyes–like a cat playing with a mouse–that brought on the butterflies. She thought, Christ, what have I agreed to? They skipped dessert, him not wanting to be too full, and her appetite long gone, chased away by the butterflies. Waiting for the car, he chatted with the valet. He held her hand in his, then moved both of their hands behind her back and against her butt. His arm pulled her in close against him. His fingers pressed against her, teasing the crease between her ass and the top of her thigh. Wondering how many people could see him playing with her butt, she pressed her nose against his neck, ignoring it all and losing herself in his scent. When the car finally came, it brought the butterflies with it, and she didn’t want the moment to end. It was still warm enough to put the top down. Holding hands, she put her head back, her eyes closed, enjoying the air flowing through her hair. Driving slow, he took his sweet time, especially for him. Neither spoke. He held her hand, then put both their hands between her legs. When he needed to shift, he’d take her hand with his and shift, then put it back between her legs. How could driving be such a damn tease? Trying to defy him, she crossed her legs, yet it only moved the side of his hand closer. She let go of his hand and tried to lift his arm up and away. Instead, the muscles in his arm sent another spark through her and she squeezed it against her chest. Lost, she kissed his shoulder. He looked at her and smiled. Then he shifted. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, he put his hand back between her legs, the side of his hand and his pinkie right against her, his fingers squeezing the inside of her thigh. Possessive. Suddenly she realized they were turning onto his street. That it was time. The butterflies returned, bigger and more intense, the tips of their soft wings fluttering against the inside her stomach. She wondered if she was going to throw up. After pulling into the garage, he came around and opened her door. He gave her a quick kiss, his fingertips playing with the side of her neck, then took her hand and led her back out of the garage and up the steps to the front door. He opened the door and led her in. Stepping over the threshold of his house was like that moment when you step onto a roller coaster; the moment when backing out is no longer an option. He closed the door–the bar coming down in the roller coaster–then helped her out of her jacket. He took it and moved towards the closet. She started to follow him but he stopped her with a hand. Gently, he said, “Wait here.” She did, still nervous, not sure what to do with her hands. She saw his other shoes next to the door. “Should I take mine off?” Walking back to her, he shook his head, no. He ran his fingertips down her arms, and goose-bumps trailed everywhere he touched. He took her purse and put it on the table next to the door, then took off her ring. It was strangely intimate. Then he undid her necklace and put it on the table with the ring. Smiling, he knelt down and lifted her leg up. She had dressed for him. 4” heels, black, and a moderately short, black skirt. The ‘Damn’ that had slipped from his lips when he saw her the first time that night meant she got it right. She’d even worn a garter belt and patterned stockings. He slipped off her shoe. That was oddly intimate, too, his fingers massaging her foot. Those same fingertips feathered up her leg. She liked the feel of it, with the stockings. One hand teased the inside of her thigh–Christ, I’m already so wet–then slipped to the front of her hip. His fingers slipped inside her blouse and touched her skin, quickening her breath. His fingertips trickled across the top of her skirt, teasing her skin, then traveled down the other leg. He took off her other shoe and massaged that foot. He looked up at her, a hunger in his eyes and a wicked smile on his face. Was the cat done playing? She ran her fingers through his hair, wanting to pull his face against her body. She liked looking down at him on his knees. He stood almanbahis up, very slowly, his body brushing against hers as he rose. Taking her hands into his, he lifted them above her head and pushed her back against the door. His body pressed against hers, grinding into her, his hard cock at just the right height. He kissed her like he owned her, his tongue finding hers and spinning her heart. Did he know what she needed? Or did she want to please him so badly that every wicked thing he did suddenly became what she wanted? He stared into her eyes for a long moment. “Have you been good?” he asked. The edge in his voice sliced through the last of her defenses, leaving her heart bare and open before him. She nodded. “Yes.”Being good was not coming. Or at least not coming without his permission. She hadn’t come in six days. A test, he called it. Her body needed him. Wanted him to lift up her skirt and rip her panties off, right here, next to the door. To push his cock deep into her. Ravage her. She knew he had wicked plans for this night–he’d hinted about them all week–and that had only made the six days so much longer. A forever. To make it worse, he’d randomly sent her text messages to get her wet as water, telling her how he wanted to lick or bite her nipples, or how hard his cock was. One asked if she’d like him to lick her spine, from her ass up to her neck. Three times, he gave her ten minutes to find a bathroom and slide one finger deep inside her pussy, very, very slowly. She cleaned her finger off every time, wanting to please him. Of course, he came whenever he wanted. She’d sucked him off twice during the week, and nothing turned her on more than making him come. And he knew that. He was a wicked, wicked man. That scared her almost as much as it thrilled her. His eyes still staring into hers, he finally nodded. “Good girl.” She felt her body flush with his approval. His mouth found hers again, his body pressing hard into her, their bodies two pieces of a puzzle. She wrapped one leg around him, pulling him closer. Wanting to feel his ass, she slipped one hand out of his, and he let her. Not happy with feeling it through his slacks, she pulled out the tail of his shirt and slipped her hand into his boxers. With one or two light kisses, his eyes found hers again, kinder this time. The only noise was their loud breathing, and the sound of her own heart beating. He smiled, and her heart spun. He kissed her again, a deep, toe-curling one, his tongue filing her mouth. After another quick kiss, he pulled away and led her to his bedroom. His hands guided her to the bed, and she sat on the edge. He went back to the living room and came back carrying three candles. One went on each nightstand, and he lit them both. He put the last one on top of the tall dresser that dominated one wall and lit it. The candles were scented–she liked the smell of them, and the flickering light. He turned off the lights. He stood in front of her and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Not being able to help herself, she reached out and ran her fingertips across his stomach as he let the shirt fall to the floor. Her fingers earned her another smile. Stepping back and just out of her reach, he unzipped his slacks and let them slip down his legs. He stepped out of them, then stood before her in his blue and green boxers and his dark socks. She thought he’d stop there, but instead he peeled off his socks. He looked at her. “Do you want me to take off my boxers? Do you want to see my cock?” “Yes. Please.” She wondered how many times he’d make her say that. His fingers slowly slid them down his legs and stepped out of them. His half-hard cock pointed straight out at her. She reached for it, and he let her feel the weight of it in her hand. He leaned forward and kissed her as his cock grew fully hard against her fingers. “Your hands always feel so good,” he whispered. His cock slipped out of her hand. He moved away from her and opened a drawer. The butterflies instantly came back, crashing into each other and the walls of her stomach. He turned back to her, holding something dark gray in one hand. Smiling wickedly, he ran the fabric over and around his cock. “You ready?” he asked. She had no idea. Felt like she’d never be ready for whatever was about to happen. She felt her head nod up and down. The roller coaster ticked and ticked up, up, up that first hill. He stepped towards her and her hand found his cock again. He ignored that and kissed her. His fingers closed her eyes, and he kissed each eyelid. The blindfold covered her eyes–it was very soft and smooth, silk probably. Her world went dark. Her heart beat like a hummingbird’s, almanbahis yeni giriş trying to escape her chest and scaring the butterflies. His fingers gently tied it behind her head. She couldn’t see a thing. After another kiss, his fingers once again slipped down to the inside of her thigh, teasing her. They slid down her leg. His strong hands massaged her foot, sending even more electricity across her skin. He lifted her leg, then kissed the inside of her ankle, running his tongue in a circle around it. She wondered how long it was going to take to get that lovely, soft tongue where she wanted it. Where she needed it. Through the stocking, he kissed the tops of her toes, then flicked his tongue over the tips of them, teasing her. She pushed her foot forward, wanting to put one in his mouth and have him suck on it–he hadn’t done that yet, though he’d promised it often enough. Her foot found only empty air. There was a moment without him, and her heart lurched, then his hands found her other foot. He massaged it. She moved forward, closer to him. Her first foot found him–first his knee, then the skin on the inside of his thigh, and then his cock. She teased him with her toes, knowing how much he liked that. God his cock felt good. She needed to come, her pussy desperate and wild. On it’s own, her hand slipped under her skirt and found the front of her panties. She began to rub. He didn’t like that. His hands took her wrists and forced both of them behind her back. He crossed her wrists. “Leave them there, naughty girl, or I’ll put you in the corner.” She could feel him staring at her, through the blindfold, and she was so tempted to defy him. She stuck out her tongue, but she didn’t move her wrists. His hands returned to her feet, one on each, and rubbed the soles, then played with each toe. God, she felt vulnerable, and her clothes were still on. His fingers slipped back up her leg, trickling up the inside of her thighs, teasing, teasing, teasing. She knew he wasn’t going to touch her there, yet a small moan still escaped her lips when his fingers slipped past. Over her blouse, one finger ran up the middle of her stomach, between her breasts and over the center of her bra, then up her chest to the base of her neck. He slowly ran it up her neck, lifting her head, and over her chin. She opened her mouth, but instead of letting her suck on it, he traced her lips. Finally, he slipped it into her mouth and she sucked on it. “Ummm, that always makes my cock so hard.” Then his wet finger slipped out of her hungry mouth and went back down her neck. One hand slid into her hair as the first gently encircled throat. Holding her like that, he kissed her deep, her heart hammering in her chest. He stopped, his hands and lips gone, and she could feel him staring at her. She started to blush. Mindful of her hands and not wanting to waste any time in the corner, she reached out one foot, to find him. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. He let her suck on his finger again, then slid it slowly back down the front of her neck, leaving a cool, wet trail behind. On top of her blouse, the finger moved down to her bra, then slowly and lightly moved out to her breast. He teased her nipple, through the blouse and her bra. She wondered if he could feel how hard it was, then imagined him licking and sucking it. God, she wanted that. Still teasing, the fingertip traced it’s way across to the other nipple. He teased her for another long moment, then slowly brought both hands up to cup her breasts. He squeezed them gently. “Should I take off your shirt?” “Yes, please.” “Lift your hands above your head.” She did, and felt him undoing a few of the buttons. He pulled it off, over her head, and the air felt cool against her skin. “Put your hands back.” She did. The fingertip returned, a pair this time, teasing each nipple through her bra. “They’re very hard. I wonder why that is?” She could hear his smile. He said, “Keep your hands where they belong. I’m going to take your skirt off.” He helped her stand. He must have knelt in front of her, because she felt his breath against the skin of her stomach. He kissed her with little, light kisses around her bellybutton–teasing it, getting closer and closer. Then he kissed his way down, to the top of her skirt. His lips didn’t stop, kissing her through the skirt, moving closer and closer. She knew he was going to stop, that it was just a tease, that he was a wicked man. He didn’t stop. His hand holding the skirt tight against her, he kissed above her clit. Almost, she reached out to pull him hard against her. She stood there quivering, wanting so much more. She wished she hadn’t almanbahis giriş worn panties. He kissed it again, then added little kisses around it. The little kisses trailed lower, and she spread her legs to let him kiss more. He kissed her skirt, above her pussy, four, five, six kisses. Then his tongue ran across her pussy and back to her clit. Her whole body shivered and she moaned her pleasure. “You’re very wet.” She wanted to answer, You’re very mean, but couldn’t, unable to speak. His fingers found the zipper on the side of her skirt. Slowly, so slowly, he pulled down the zipper. She wondered if he could smell how wet she was. He kissed her skirt again, teasing her clit. Then his fingers found the top, and he slowly slipped the skirt down her legs. He helped her step out of it. He said, “I love your legs.” His fingers ran up the back of her legs, across the backs of her knees, then very slowly up to the bottom of her panties and her ass. “And you know how I feel about your ass.” He cupped it, squeezing each cheek as he kissed the front of her thigh, just above the stocking. The feel of his soft lips, and the quick touch of his tongue, felt amazing. He kissed the edge of her panties, near her hip, then kissed across the front of her panties. He made his way back down her other thigh. He disappeared again and she heard the dresser drawer open. Her heart thundering loud in her chest, she wondered what was coming. She felt him close to her again. On his knees, he took one hand from behind her back and kissed the palm of her hand, every inch of it. He kissed down each finger. Taking her pinkie in his mouth, he sucked on it. He ran his lips up and down it, just like he liked her to do to his cock, his lips tight but soft, dragging slowly across her skin. He added her ring finger to it, and sucked on both of them. She squirmed as he took her middle finger into his mouth–something so sexual and intimate about it, like she was fucking his mouth. He sucked on that one a long time. Her first finger and her middle finger slid into his mouth, all the way, and it really felt like she was fucking his mouth. She started moving her fingers in and out. She wanted to do that as she used her other hand to pump in and out of her pussy. That I need to try. He kissed and licked her thumb, but didn’t suck on it. His lips kissed her wrist, then she felt something soft brush across it. Like the blindfold, it felt soft and silky. Whatever it was, it encircled her wrist, then tightened. Christ, he’s going to tie me up. That thought circled her mind, too big for her to get her mind around it. He kissed up her arm up to her elbow, then across the top of her panties, near the butterflies. Not taking any shortcuts, he kissed and licked and sucked the fingers of her other hand, but he didn’t tie anything to that wrist. She wondered about that. Her wrists once again crossed behind her, he turned her around, facing the bed. He kissed the top of her stockings, his tongue sliding back and forth across her skin as his hair brushed against her ass. After unclipping the garter belt, he slipped his fingers inside the top of her stocking and very, very slowly slid it down her leg. She lifted her foot and that stocking slipped off. He unclipped the other stocking, then took the garter belt off her. He kissed the top of her other hamstring, teasing the bottom of her butt with his hair. Then that one slid off. Suddenly she felt much, much more exposed. His fingertips slid up the back of her legs, taking their sweet time, feeling every nook and cranny, like he was memorizing her skin. Maybe he was. His hands reached the bottom of her butt, and his fingers slid up and into her panties, squeezing her ass. “I’d really like to pull your panties down, bend you over the bed and push my cock into you.” He let that thought play through her mind. I’d like that too. His hands still playing with her butt, he said, “But that would end the fun way too soon.” After turning her back around, he gently pushed her back so she was sitting on the bed again. His lips started at her panties and kissed down the front of her thigh, around her kneecap, and then down the front of her shin. She wondered if he was going to kiss and lick each of her toes, if he was going to suck on them. That might make her come even with her hands behind her back. Those wonderful lips kissed the top of her foot, she felt another cloth wrap around that ankle. Slowly he kissed all the way back up the front of her leg and down the other. No licking or sucking on these toes, either, as he tied the third whatever-it-was around her ankle. She wondered what they were. How strong they were. The butterflies reminded her that they’d hadn’t gone anywhere and still wanted to escape. She used her other foot to find his cock, wanting to know he was as turned on as she was. Surprising her, he stood up and took her head into his hands.