Justin brushed the hair away from my neck and left a soft kiss there, and then held me at arm’s length to admire my dress. I turned for him, the hem sweeping across my skin gracefully…the hand stitched beading catching the soft light in our Parisian suite. The gorgeous ivory slip had caught his eye at a tiny boutique just outside of Paris that we had stumbled upon that afternoon. I had swept my fingertips against the exquisitely soft silk lovingly before protesting, “It’s too much Justin.” He brushed my words away with a sweep of his hand. “It is your dress Emily. It was made for you.” He called to the shop owner in polite, fluent French. Words I didn’t understand flowing from his lips beautifully.
His eyes moved over me, for a moment longer and then he smiled. “Take it off Emily.” I did. Slipping it over my head swiftly before draping it carefully over the armchair next to the bed. I had just put it on, but I didn’t question him.
His eyes had taken on the cast of desire that I had come to know so well. “Emily, I have something else for you.”
He turned without waiting for my response and drew a gauzy, scarlet scarf from the little blue bag that sat upon the vanity. I hadn’t noticed it until now.
He walked towards me, his body moving with the elegant grace that made me weak. He kissed my lips gently and then lifted the scarf, drawing it across my cheek. The air rushed from my lungs with pleasure at his touch.
“Emily,” he began, “Have I ever done anything to hurt you?”
I shook my head, a slightly nervous tremble moving through me.
“Do you trust me?” He whispered, still caressing me with the scarf.
“Yes.” My hand drifted up to his.
“Close your eyes. We’re going to play a game.” My eyes closed, and my heart began to pound with anticipation and curiosity.
He brought the scarf to my eyes and covered them, knotting the fabric to secure it.
“Lie down Emily.” He made no move to help me to the bed. My body pulsed with desire already.
The scarf hadn’t obscured my vision completely, and I could still make out the shadow of him through the red silk as he advanced on me.
I could feel his gaze taking me in as I lay before him.
“If I wanted something would you let me have it?” he asked, leaning down to place a delicate kiss on the soft skin just above the lace of my panties.
“Yes…” I moaned, arching my back.
“Anything?” Another kiss just a bit lower.
“Anything Justin…” I sighed. “Anything.”
“My Emily.” I could hear the approval in his voice as I watched the outline of his body move towards the bag again.
“Put your arms above your head.” He spoke gently, but firmly. I did as I was told.
I knew what was happening even before I felt the soft silk against my wrists. Seconds later he had tied my arms to the heavy wooden post of the four poster bead. I pulled against the knot out of instinct but the second scarf didn’t budge.
“Don’t.” He scolded quietly. I could see him standing before me once again in shadow.
I was breathing heavily already, my lust causing me to writhe gently against the down comforter beneath me. I was desperate for his touch, and when he trailed his fingertips along my skin I cried out, moaning his name.
He moved his hand to my panties. They were soaked with my need for him, and clung to me as he moved his hand slowly against my clit.
I gasped and pressed against his hand, my arms still held fast above me.
“Tell me that I can have anything I want Emily, I want to hear you say it.” He continued to pet me much too gently…I wanted more.
“You can have anything Justin…anything.” It was the truth…it had always been the truth.
He brought his mouth to me in reward, biting my throbbing clit gently through the dripping satin that covered it. But then moved away in an instant, leaving me to pant and pout.
I followed the outline of him as he walked to the chair next to the bed…turning my head slightly as his form settled to sit.
What was he doing? “Justin…” I purred, confused.
“Shhh.” He soothed.
“Justin, come back…”
“Emily.” He snapped.
I quieted myself…I couldn’t stand for him to be angry with me.
We remained that way, in silence for what seemed like a very long time. Each time I would relax as my desperate lust faded he would return to place a kiss or a sweep of his hand against me…reigniting my need. Keeping me aching for him, but he didn’t say a word.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door. I pulled at my confinements, “Oh my god! Justin…”
But again, he settled me with a gentle “Shhh.” I remained confused, and still a bit afraid.
I watched his form move to the door. Listened to him open it out of my sight. Heard him speak gentle, flirty French to someone on the other side.
“Elle est sur le lit. Faites-elle l'amour doucement.”
Then a female voice floated into the room. My anxiety grew. What was happening? The woman was laughing and purring back to Justin, saying things I couldn’t understand in a tone that was all too clear.
I watched as his shadow returned, followed by another small, slender form. Obviously the woman who had been speaking.
I tugged at the scarf again, desperate to be free if my restraints, but still I remained silent. Too confused to speak.
The woman begin to talk softly again, this time, I could tell, to me. But she continued her foreign dialogue, obviously unconcerned with the fact that I couldn’t understand.
Her voice was beautiful and smoky…and for a moment it didn’t matter that I couldn’t decipher her words. I let her sultry tone wash over me and tried not to think of the fact that I was bound and completely at the mercy of a stranger. Justin would never hurt me, but he can be unpredictable when it comes to sex. So that night, as always, I didn’t know what to expect.
I lay silently on the bed in nervous anticipation as seductive, Parisian whispers slipped from her.
Suddenly Justin began to speak over her…cutting her off quietly. “Aller à son, appuyez sur elle. Elle peut résister ... faire de toute façon, mais doucement.”
Without hesitate, the tiny shadow before me reached out. Her nails grazed my legs as she attempted to gently open them.
Startled by her touch I gasped and resisted, keeping my legs firmly pressed against one and other.
She murmured encouragingly and continued to stroke my skin, but still I defied her.
Justin wasn’t pleased. “Emily, spread your legs for her.” He was firm, I knew there would be no use in an argument.
Slowly, I parted my thighs. My pulse raced and I found myself breathing erratically with lust and fear.
I wanted him to stop this. It was too much. I’d never done anything like this before. At the same time, I wanted nothing more than for this stranger to carry on.
I sucked in my breath sharply as her delicate, warm mouth searched the sensitive skin of my stomach. I found myself lifting my hips in assistance as she slid my panties down to my ankles.
And then, her mouth was on me. Her silken, cotton candy lips pressed against me as she began to lap at my clit. It grew harder and more sensitive with each flick of her tongue.
Surprising myself, I welcomed her kiss. Through a haze of red silk I searched for Justin. I could no longer make out the shape of him, but I knew he was there…and the thought of him watching us only served to escalate my lust.
Sooner than I would have thought possible I was writhing and moaning as she babied me with tender, almost elegant sweeps of her velvety tongue. She had slipped her fingers into me… her skin so smooth and so much like my own, were unfamiliar and strange.
But I longed for his touch as well…I knew he was near, and I called to him. Breathing his name with erotic sighs of delight.
But he wouldn’t answer me…instead, the woman lifted her mouth away from me and began to soothe me with a beautiful tumble of passionate French.
As I gave myself over to her once more, he reappeared, nothing more than a blurry shape moving towards me.
He kissed me slowly, swallowing my cries of pleasure as I drew closer to cumming for just a moment before disappearing once more.
The woman seemed to know what was happening inside of me and quickened her pace, driving me to scream with delight under her kiss.
I could feel her sleek hair spilling against my body, and for a moment I wondered what color it was. I wanted to tangle my fingers in the softness of it…wanted to pull her against me harder, but the scarf around my wrists held fast.
But when I saw him move behind her my body stilled. She pulled away from me and purred to Justin, stroking me with her finger tips, while she spoke.
He replied, the desire in his tone fiery and she resumed her position between my legs…sucking my clit into her mouth eagerly. But then she broke free again, as loud cry of pleasure burst from her and I knew right away what was happening. He was fucking her. White hot jealousy rose up, but somehow it also became a momentary aphrodisiac.
I couldn’t see him clearly, but watching his shadow move behind the woman with rhythmic, forceful thrusts, was intoxicating and horrifying at once.
Each thrust he delivered caused her lips to bang gently into my pussy as she spiraled the tip of her tongue around my clit, now a hard and delicate pearl against her lips.
She moaned into my flesh as he drove into her...whispering into my folds, her breath falling hot upon me.
Justin’s own groans of pleasure began to fill the room, and my jealousy climbed…but still I didn’t stop him, though I am almost sure I could have.
I wanted him to fuck her…I wanted to listen to her beg him for more with words that had no meaning to me. The realization stunned me.
He grew louder, and began to push in and out of her harder. And though her mouth was delicious I craved his thick, strong cock, and envied her.
She drew my clit past her lips, suckling with a fierce urgency that told me she was about to cum. Her excitement elicited the same from me…and soon an incredible orgasm coursed through me as I screamed and thrashed against her kiss, as she in turn, did her best to keep a steady rhythm for me as she cried out and pushed back harder against him.
“Fuck her Justin!” The obscene demand burst forth before I even knew it was coming. “Fuck her harder!”
He hammered into her harder, she squealed with delight with each violent thrust.
“Take it off Justin…” I panted frantically, still cumming. “I want to see you…I want to watch. Take it off! Take the fucking blindfold off!”
Again, he obliged without hesitation…reaching out to pull the silk scarf away from my eyes. Our eyes locked right away…his eyes burned into my own with lust as he whispered my name as though I had been lost and he had just found me.
Even as her plump, wet lips and tongue devoured me…even as he fucked her harder and harder, our gazes remained frozen, never straying, as if suddenly she wasn’t even there, until a final groan erupted loudly from him and he pulled away from her roughly. His eyes never left mine as his pumped his fist around his cock, spurting his cum, white as milk, upon her creamy skin.