to explore him completely without worrying he’s going to flip me over and start us fucking, which I love, but I want him at my mercy for once.
“Yes, I think that might be fun.” I watch him.
He grins. “You can tie me up, Cassie. Go for it.”
I lick my lips. “What would I use?”
“I brought ties. Use your imagination.”
Oh, lord, I don’t know where to start. I’m not someone who has ever done anything like this, but the idea of him all splayed out for me, still and wanting, makes me so damn horny. “Okay, erm, take your clothes off, please,” I say.
“Please? You’re a polite dominatrix.” He laughs.
I turn to look at him, curious. “Have you ever had sex with a dominatrix?”
“No, but I was friends with one once, vaguely. She used to do undercover work for the Russian state. We used her a lot to get intel out of senior politicians. You won’t believe how many politicians are into being beaten up by a sexy woman. She was a blast, but she wasn’t polite. Or hesitant.”
“I’ll try not to be so polite then.” I grin.
He grins back, full and sexy. “No, I like it, it’s hot. It’s…you.”
He stands and takes his clothes off, revealing his powerful, beautiful body. I rummage around in the drawers and find four silk ties. They’re all in bright colors, and I take them across the room to where Konstantin is arranging himself on the bed.
“Erm, put your arms above your head,” I say. “Out to the side. Your legs, as well.”
The lights are dim, and the bed is huge, but he fills it with his arms and legs stretched out, starfish style. His leg muscles are taut, and his arms look huge as he grabs the wooden bed posts. I make quick work of tying his ankles to the posts at the bottom of the bed, and his hands to the posts at the top.
He looks like a glorious present all wrapped up for me. Tan skin, taut muscles, all tied up in silk bows of bright colors. His hard, thick cock is the icing on the cake. I’m so tempted to take a photo because once he sends me packing back to my boring, gray existence, this is one memory I want to keep forever.
I push such sad thoughts away, not wanting them in the air between us here and now. “You look gorgeous,” I tell him.
His cock twitches as I admire him.
“You always liked me for the real me,” he says, somewhat mystifyingly. What else would I like him for?
I don’t know where to start and decide to start at the bottom. I kiss his ankle and then up his shins, placing a tender kiss on his knee, before moving up to his thickly muscled thighs. I kiss both of them and bite gently into the muscle of the right one. His leg twitches, but he doesn’t say anything. I keep moving, going up his body to the hardness of his hip. I don’t go near his cock, except to blow on it. It twitches again, and a bead of clear liquid forms at the tip and runs down his shaft. Tempting, oh-so-tempting, but I’m not going there yet.
I want to torment him first.
Reaching his glorious, flat stomach, I kiss and lick my way across the ridges and dips of his musculature. His skin ripples where I lick and kiss, touch and learn. I’m mapping every wondrous inch of him, using my tongue, my lips, and my fingers.
When I reach his pecs, I lick his flat nipples, and he shivers under my touch. Feeling bold, I nip one between my teeth the way he does to me sometimes, and then I lave it with my tongue. He groans, and I smile to myself, liking the power it gives me. There’s a rush having someone so still under me, waiting for my touch.
I kiss his shoulders, lick his collarbone, and kiss and lick his neck. I nuzzle the skin there, liking the fresh washed scent of him. He must have showered at some point since we arrived here, and he must use the same shower gel here as at home. I recognize the rich, heady scent. No cheap chain store special for Konstantin. Even his shower gel is the very best.
He turns his face and captures me in a quick kiss. I let him, before moving on and trailing my fingers up his arms. When I get to his wrists, I relish