four shackles and one blindfold=a whole lotta fun
you wake, chained to a bed. your worst nightmare, perhaps your darkest dream. the shackles bite into your wrists as you twist and strain against them. so focused on your bound wrists, you belatedly realize your ankles are also caught, forcing your legs apart.
the room is cast in blackness so deep you think yourself blind. until you recognize the slide of silk against your cheekbones, against your forehead. bound and blind, you feel terror coil in your belly. how could this happen? who could get past your guard?
bile and fear rising in your throat, you begin to fight your chains in earnest. frantic, desperate, and panting, you pause as you feel a tug at your groin. your cock sways, already hard and teased by air. between that and the feel of satin against your back, you understand you are not only shackled but naked. vulnerable on a bed with no idea who waits and watches on the other side of the blindfold.
once again, you twist and struggle, causing sweat to form on your forehead, upper lip, lower back.
"lovely. so much bare flesh." a voice, husky and warm, slides out of the dark. the liquid tones familiar though your panic makes identifying the owner impossible.
A finger touches your neck, startling you as it trails a drop of sweat down to your chest, between your ribs, and into the hollow of your belly button. the moan escapes your lips before you can bite it back, triggered by the trail of heat left by a single fingertip.
"who the hell are you?" you pant, partly in arousal (not happy about that), partly in desperation (not happy about that either- you are a big strong man after all).
a husky laugh answers your question as the finger circles and dips in and out of your navel.
the room is cast in blackness so deep you think yourself blind. until you recognize the slide of silk against your cheekbones, against your forehead. bound and blind, you feel terror coil in your belly. how could this happen? who could get past your guard?
bile and fear rising in your throat, you begin to fight your chains in earnest. frantic, desperate, and panting, you pause as you feel a tug at your groin. your cock sways, already hard and teased by air. between that and the feel of satin against your back, you understand you are not only shackled but naked. vulnerable on a bed with no idea who waits and watches on the other side of the blindfold.
once again, you twist and struggle, causing sweat to form on your forehead, upper lip, lower back.
"lovely. so much bare flesh." a voice, husky and warm, slides out of the dark. the liquid tones familiar though your panic makes identifying the owner impossible.
A finger touches your neck, startling you as it trails a drop of sweat down to your chest, between your ribs, and into the hollow of your belly button. the moan escapes your lips before you can bite it back, triggered by the trail of heat left by a single fingertip.
"who the hell are you?" you pant, partly in arousal (not happy about that), partly in desperation (not happy about that either- you are a big strong man after all).
a husky laugh answers your question as the finger circles and dips in and out of your navel.