Close Your Eyes

Disclaimer- The characters in this story are not my property. I am merely borrowing them for my own nefarious purposes. I will return them and I promise the marks will go away.

“Close your eyes.” She said as Garret settled back on the bed. He wasn’t sure if this was such a good idea. He’d gone along with it at first, but he was having serious doubts now. Letting Rene have complete control may not be the smartest move he’d ever made.

She had a gleam in her eyes that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He didn’t think the look had anything to do with the bottle of champagne in the bucket of ice on the dresser. She’d only had one glass before she’d challenged him to let her call all the shots tonight. He’d been amused and curious as to what exactly she’d had in mind and agreed.

“Close them.” Her tone was a little sharper. Garret closed his eyes and felt a soft cloth being laid over them and tied around the back of his head. Her fingers trailed down his arm and her hand closed around one wrist and drew it above his head. He felt cold metal and before he could respond heard a click that seemed familiar. Damn! The handcuffs she’d mentioned, the crazy woman had handcuffed him to the bed.

“Rene, this isn’t even close to funny. Take them off.” Garret tried to keep the note of desperation out of his voice. He hated being vulnerable and you couldn’t get much more vulnerable than being handcuffed to a bed wearing only a blindfold.

He felt the bed shift slightly and her warm breath in his ear. “Tonight is mine, lover, you agreed remember?’ Her voice had dropped to a lower tone and was almost a purr. “Other hand, please.”

“Rene.” he growled.

“Now or I’ll leave you like this to explain how you came to be handcuffed to your bed completely naked.” The seductive murmur held a note of steel that told him she would keep the promise. He raised the requested hand and felt the cuff close around it, then heard her attach it to the headboard. He lay there feeling her fingers tracing intricate patterns on his chest and abdomen for what seemed like hours and then abruptly they were gone.

He felt his skin tingling where her fingers had been and wondered what she could possibly be planning next. Just when he began to think she’d made good on her threat and left him there, he felt a light touch on his chest. This wasn’t fingers he was feeling, he wondered what it could be and suddenly the realization hit, Rene had a feather. He was trying to think where she could have gotten it from when the light touches began to move lower. Slow, sensuous passes were made over his abs and then the tops of each thigh. As she circled the feather closer and closer around it, he could feel his erection growing larger.

Movement on the bed caught his attention for only a brief moment before he was once again enthralled by the touch of the feather. As suddenly as the light touches began, the feather was gone and he felt a single fingertip draw a line from the base to the tip of his cock. He jumped slightly at the thrill of sensation that ran through his body and arched toward the feeling. A low, sexy laugh sounded next to his ear and she whispered.

“Not yet, lover. Patience is a virtue.” Her breath tickling his ear made him shiver.

“What the hell is this Rene?” He asked his voice catching as she caught his earlobe in her teeth.

“True love, now shut the fuck up.” She murmured and bit gently on the trapped flesh. Then as suddenly as she was there she moved away. He could hear the whisper of her skin across the sheets and feel the movement as she left the bed, but had no idea where she was in the room.

A light clinking sound told him she’d gone to the champagne and must be pouring another flute. He felt the shift of the bed as she returned and drew in a breath in anticipation of what she’d do next. He loved that Rene was a strong woman, but he’d never seen this side of her. She really seemed to be enjoying being dominant in bed, something she’d never shown before.

Garret had never considered any kind of sex games, he preferred long, slow love-making. He did have to admit this helpless anticipation was definitely heightening every sensation. He was starting to enjoy this. His thoughts were interrupted be a cold wet sensation at the base of his throat. Rene was sliding an ice cube from the champagne bucket across his skin.

She drew it from one side of his chest to the other lower with each pass until she began circling around and over one nipple and placed her mouth over the other. The two sensations threatened to overload his nervous system and he couldn’t stop a soft moan from escaping. He could feel her mouth curving into a smile around the nub that she drew into it. She was getting into this sweet delicate torture of his body and to be honest so was he.

While her teeth raked across the tiny nub under her lips, he could feel the ice cube in her other hand sliding down his torso. The muscles in his abdomen clenched in anticipation of the cold, but she lifted the ice and her lips away from his flesh at the same moment. He was left again with no tactile reference for her location in the room. He heard the ice again and assumed the first piece had melted.

When the bed moved with her weight he anticipated more ice being applied to his abs, so the feel of her lips on his penis surprised him. Rene didn’t open her mouth but instead teased him by dragging her lips over the sensitive skin on the underside, up and down several times. Just as he started to move with her rhythm, she trailed up to the tip and took him in her mouth. He nearly came off the bed when he realized she had filled her mouth with ice and had only been waiting for it to melt, leaving her mouth empty but cold. The sensation was totally different from anything he’d ever experienced.

In addition to the familiar feeling of her lips and tongue was the completely unexpected chill of her icy flesh. The cold served to numb the sensitive skin of his penis just slightly, so that Rene was able to slid him in and out of her mouth for what felt like hours. She wrung gasps and moans from him until he felt his throat was on fire, but just as he felt the familiar tightening sensation that signaled his climax, she pulled away and began tracing patterns on his chest again.

Garret clutched the finials of the headboard so tightly they creaked and uttered a low curse. He could hear her soft sexy laugh taunting him as she carefully avoided any area that might push his body over the edge.

“Not so fast, baby. We’ve got all night and I intend to enjoy it.” She purred, still lazily stroking his chest.

As his body began to adjust and the heighten sensations began to subside, her hand grasped him firmly and she moved to straddle him, as she shifted on the bed he could smell her arousal and his body reacted. The rush of blood to his crotch increased and he felt himself swell even more in her hand. Rene settled herself over him and slid down on his erection with a soft moan.

“No moving, now.” She gasped, drawing away as he thrust upward.

He stilled and lay trembling with the desire to thrust into her and claim what she teased him with. She seemed to know just how difficult it was, because she increase her teasing by moving up and down ever so slightly on him barely keeping him inside and never allowing more than the head to penetrate. His groan of frustration elicited another low, sexy laugh from her as she taunted him further by adding a side to side motion to her minute movements. The woman was going to turn him in to a babbling idiot if she didn’t end this game and let him bury himself inside her.

She continued to toy with him for what felt like an eternity, drawing him almost to the edge of climax then backing off until his blood cooled. He was moaning almost constantly and had bitten his lip several times to keep from begging her, finally he couldn’t take another moment.

“Rene, please.” His voice was hoarse.

“Please, what Garret?” He could hear the note of triumph in her voice. “Please stop?”

She wasn’t going to make this easy for him. “Please..” He moaned as she shifted, causing his overly sensitive flesh to scream for more.

“I really don’t think you want me to stop, do you, Garret?” She was gloating now, but he didn’t care. The only thing on his mind was ending this wonderful torture.

“Please let me inside you.” He gasped out.

Evidently that was what she’d been waiting on, she sank fully down on him with a moan that echoed his own and began to rock furiously back and forth. In less than a minute Garret felt himself nearing the edge and wished she had released the cuffs. He wanted nothing more than to roll her over and thrust wildly into her. Rene must have read his mind because she began driving herself down onto him in rough hard movements. The change of pace was the last straw for him and he came, shouting her name repeatedly. He felt Rene’s inner walls squeezing him tightly and she moaned and collapsed on his chest.

After a moment, she reached up and undid the cuffs. Garret ripped off the blindfold, slid his hands down her sides and then rolled the two of them over, still hard inside her. At the change of position, her eyes flew open and she looked up at him. He looked into her eyes and began moving inside her. She dug her fingers into his back and threw back her head hissing a long drawn out ‘yeeesss,’ through her teeth.

He drew slowly back and plunged in hard and deep, Rene met him thrust for thrust as they began to climb back to climax again. He felt completely out of control and wild as he battered into her, forcing her breath out in soft grunts. She clawed at his back and tossed her head from side to side wildly as she climaxed again. Her muscles contractions drove him over the edge and he screamed her name, burying himself to the hilt inside her and collapsing when his arms wouldn’t hold him any more.

Almost ten minutes later, he found his voice again. He lifted her face to look in her eyes and spoke hoarsely. “Next time it’s my turn.”

She smiled tiredly and nodded, curling into his body and falling asleep.