He left the vibrating cock between my breasts as he squeezed more lotion into his hands. He started to repeat the process of warming it by rubbing it in his palms. I held my cupped hand up in the air as I said, “I’ll take some of that.” I wanted to get my hands on him, and the lotion seemed like a great excuse to do that.

“Oh no,” he responded. “Tonight is all about you, Abigail.” I smiled at the sound of my full name coming off his lips. “I want you so much that I lost control in the kitchen. This time, I’m going to make love to you properly, and you are just going to lie back and enjoy it.”

“But,” I turned towards him and reached my hands out as I prepared to argue with him.

“I was afraid this might happen, so I came prepared.” He interrupted my planned argument as he reached for something behind us. He kissed my forehead as he said, “If you don’t like it, all you have to do is say the word, and I’ll release you. I’d like for you to try it, though. I want you to want me like you’ve never wanted anyone else.” I started to respond that I already did, but he continued talking. “I want to bring such vast amounts of pleasure to your body that you are desperate for more of me.”

His words made me quiver with anticipation. The vibrator was still buzzing between my breasts, jiggling and stimulating them. I’d had enough. I interrupted him. “I already am desperate for you. I need you.” I reached out for him, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

“You have a way of distracting me,” he squeezed my arm gently, “but tonight, I’m going to make sure the focus is on you.” A feather-light brushing of soft silk trailed up my leg, over my center, along my belly and across my face. He sat up and trailed light kisses from my shoulder down to my fingertips. Then he gently laid my outstretched arm down on the bed. I felt the silk circling my wrist and heard him tying the other end to my bedpost. He gave my other arm the same treatment, and then he verified that I was comfortable.

I nodded as I splayed my hands and tried to wiggle my arms. There was some play in the scarves, but I was definitely tied up in my own bed. I wanted to touch him, to rub my hands along his hot skin, but I couldn’t move my arms. I was nude, on my back and restrained––completely at his mercy.