his head and kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth deliberately teasing me further, slowly and softly flicking my tongue with his and biting my lip. Suddenly the lower half of the wall and the adjoining part of the pavement crumble apart with a grinding noise and mechanically become the top part of a flight of stairs leading down into the dark. "Hurry," he says, looking around us, “we have eight seconds to clear the street and the doorway closes.” As we move down, the wall and pavement behind us 'heal' closed and I suspect from the outside it’ll be back to just a wall and pavement. "Your key will open that door too, only yours, James' and mine." Bloody hell.
Grabbing my arm again we descend the stairs, his breathing has become rapid, and my sexual arousal has morphed into an adventurous awakening. I have no idea where we're heading, but the stairs must lead at least three floors underground, and each step lights up as we tread on the preceding one, by tiny bulbs set into the steps, painted a rubbery black like the 'hall'. The fake daylight switches off in sequence behind us, and the door grinds together and clunks closed reassuringly loudly. A cool blast of fresh air meets us at last and a huge door sweeps into a huge room, closing itself as we pass a sensor on the wall. I am out of breath, my jeans are undone and my sex is throbbing. I am too warm under my parka from marching and wish now I hadn’t zipped in the extra lining.
The room is dark grey with black floor like my office, in the centre is a very large four poster, old, very old I judge to be Elizabethan, a museum piece. Daniel is standing at a tiny bar moulded into the wall and I leave my parka where it falls on the floor where I stand, remove my boots and I walk over to him barefoot, he hands me another glass of the same red I guess as the aroma and tone are identical...how did that happen?
When I look closely I notice chains hanging over the bed, joined at the top part of the frame, with manacles on them lined in dark red velvet. Two at each end. I drink some more wine. Even my brain is lost for words, it’s a first.
From behind me Daniel reaches round my waist and slides his hand down inside my jeans, and once more his fingers find their mark. He is kissing my neck and my body all at once belongs to this moment and to this man. “I can feel you with my mouth.” He whispers into my ear, his warm breath felt all the way to my toes. He is working his will on me, his fingers playing me like a musical instrument, finding all the right notes in perfect order and in rhythm. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my back, imprisoned in denim, I plan to release it. Putting my glass down, close my eyes for a second to take a realisation of where I am.
My nerve endings are alight with Daniels cunning little movements, teasing my folds and mound to within a breath of climax and letting me fall back empty, again and again, it's driving me mad with my desire. He withdraws his hand slowly, deliberately, watching me. He licks his fingers and an unexplained beautiful pleasure shoots through me, “I can taste you on my fingers.” He breathes into my neck, making me shiver with anticipation. He removes my top, it took me ages to get on with all the straps and ties and Daniel had it off before I even knew what was happening.
Where there a will, there’s a way, right?
He pulls down the lace of my bra and pinches my nipple, quite hard, it takes my mind all its will to keep track of what’s going on. "You are covered in bruises." He says with a hint of concern kissing my purple collarbone, all down here, and his hand moves slowly all down my side from my shoulder, tracing the shapes of the now purplish marks down my body.
"It's OK, I fell", and kiss him again. I turn slowly and with his eyes never leaving mine I kiss him gently on the lips, his tongue dives into my mouth hard, wanting, I can feel how wound up he is, how hard. I can help him with