Safe

In his hands I felt safe. I always had. In a world of people desperately seeking and holding out hope for that one true connection, I had found mine. He had stolen my heart in an instant, becoming my oxygen and with him I felt more alive than ever before. Never had I felt so treasured and adored, his affection spellbinding. Willingly I bestowed both my mind and body to him. And in doing so he had opened my eyes to so much more. Deep in my heart I knew he would always keep me close, forever safe. My fingers tightened that bit more around his, enough to stop him in his tracks. He turned to face me and my gaze fell upon him. Without the need for words he knew instantly. A tender smile crossed his lips as he brought his free hand to my cheek, his thumb lightly circling against my skin as he did so. I couldn’t help but look away coyly as though embarrassed to seek such reassurance but he softly lifted my gaze back to meet his. His eyes were piercing and always so intense. A look that could do all manner of things to me. I felt my heart race as his gaze consumed me, swallowing me whole in an instant. Barely conscious I subtly and yet so naturally rolled my bottom lip against my teeth as I felt the corners of my mouth begin to curl. Again I looked away attempting to tilt my head towards the floor but once more his hand lifted my chin and brought my eyes back to his. No longer could I hide the smile that spread across my glossed lips. “I…” began to muster, as though I needed to justify myself. But before any further words escaped he brought his thumb across my lips, motioning for me to say no-more. For that moment I savoured his sensual touch upon my lips, lost to the intensity of his gaze. Always under his spell my earlier needs quelled, I found myself falling for him once more, as I always did, time after time. Fond memories flooded my thoughts as I succumbed to his wonderful eyes just as I did on that first night when I willingly became his. I felt my cheeks blush as his thumb slipped from my lips. As he did I pressed my warm cheek into his palm as I sought his comfort. His fingers slid beneath my hair, fingertips lightly dancing around the nape of my neck as he guided his lips to mine. A soft murmur and whimper escaped as I felt his mouth against my lipgloss. His actions took me by surprise yet instantly I savoured the divine touch of his sensual lips upon me as we melted into a warm embrace. Tender and assured. A deliciously wonderful kiss. Parted lips gave way to snaking almanbahis şikayet tongues that danced in seduction eagerly seeking their mate. Butterflies fluttered their wings in my stomach as he passionately kissed me until he finally broke his lips from mine, leaving me breathless, craving more. Always, more. “Shall we?” he questioned his tone gravelly and assured. I knew my smile already gave away my answer. My earlier need for reassurance dispelled with his ravenous kiss, as he came to my aid, as he always had. My fingers tightly interlocked with his as he led me along the stone floored corridor where each step of my dark stilettoes echoed around the enclosed space. Reaching a small recess in the brickwork we came to a stairwell that descended into darkness. My hold on his hand tightened as I glanced up at him beneath my lashes. We had spoken about tonight many times and I knew how he craved to watch me at the mercy of others, just as I knew how he longed for me to return to him afterwards. Anticipation mixed with a hint of fear lingered within as my mind began to play games but assured in his hold, his knowing nod was enough for me. Gingerly I began to descend. Each step a step towards a darker world of pleasure and debauchery. Before him a world that I could have barely imagined, my innocence a thing that I knew he found so intriguing. Yet he had opened my eyes to so much. He was the devil that took pleasure in wickedly corrupting. Delicately he had removed the shackles of my innocence and had led me to a world fuelled by craving needs and wanton lust. The dungeon was dark with low vaulted ceilings. Dark ruby red candles dripped wax; their position around the outside of the room exposed the rustic brickwork beneath and brought a dancing flame of candlelight to the confined space. And beyond, hidden corners and enclaves lurked where the candlelight dared not venture. Red satin drapes and a scattering of ruby cushions, big enough for two or three, lay upon the floor, positioned around the room’s centre piece. My eyes fell upon the swing suspended from the ceiling by a heavy metal chain, the leather straps and restraints hanging loosely beneath. It was just as he had described, but at that moment I couldn’t help but feel my heart beat that bit faster. Once more he came to my rescue. I felt his hands fall upon the dip of my waist and felt the warmth of his body press up against me. I could hear his breath above that of my own and my racing heart. The smell of almanbahis canlı casino his aftershave and his presence behind me once more provided the reassurance I desperately sought. Unaware of his hand dipping into his suit pocket, the first I saw of the silk shroud was as he brought the dark material over my head. I gasped. I had never asked, never assumed that I would be deprived of more than my footing and hold. I could feel the rush of fear circling. I felt his mouth drop alongside my ear as he gravelly whispered, “trust me.” Two simple words that resonated through me to once more cast doubt back into the shadows, at least for that moment. As he guided the blindfold upon me, I closed my eyes and focused upon those two whispered words. Only when I felt my head arc back as he tightly tied the silk did I open my eyes to the dark world I had now ventured. The delicate silk shrouded me in a gloomy darkness, the flickering candlelight just visible enough through the sensual material. With each passing moment I fought the surge of vulnerability that yearned to course through me. With my senses deprived, a heady mix of anticipation and fear of the unknown invaded my mind. As I battled these thoughts I felt his fingertips following the contours of my body, lightly dancing down the nape of my neck and along my exposed shoulder blades until they expertly found the material of my black dress. A smile spread across my lips. A reaction to his exquisite touches, light yet sensual enough that I almost shuddered with delight. I knew his eyes would be savouring the sight of me in his present, my little black number that I had found left perfectly wrapped upon the corner of the bed only hours earlier. I never expected it but always adored it when he bought for me. A penchant for luxury, his choices always left me feeling like a million dollars. Tonight’s choice raised the bar even higher. As he sat waiting, already dressed in his delicious suit, sipping a glass of bourbon on the rocks I had excitedly slipped next door to dress for him. The black dress looked divine. A plunging neckline that drew the eye to my cleavage, the dress snug enough to accentuate every hourglass contour from my bosom to the shapely dip of my waist followed by the rise over my hips. The hem of the scintillating number sat halfway up my thigh. Suggestively short enough, just covering the intricate lace design of my dark stocking tops. A slight twist allowed my eyes to savour the outfit’s centre almanbahis casino stage. Resting barely on my shoulders, the dress exposed my shoulder blades and the curve of my back, the material only came together upon the base of my back, sitting just above the curve of my pert behind. A dress that felt it came from the catwalk and one that I would have never dared consider, but one as I slipped on my dark heels made me feel totally amazing. I daren’t guess how much it was, the cut and fabric so exquisite it oozed glamour, finding that spot between suggestive and elegance so exquisitely. The foreign label a designer name, Italian or French but one I had never heard of before but Christ, I now knew what they meant by when you find ‘that’ dress! Whatever his knack he could dress and of course undress me any day of the week. The thought of that alone was one that made me purr with delight. With a ruffle of my hair and subtle touch of gloss upon my lips I slipped back in the bedroom, coyly resting upon the doorframe as I felt his gaze upon me. His eyes devoured me from top to bottom. The silence deafening I felt my heart beat faster. I blushed and gingerly giggled as I watched his smile grow. A smile that only made my heart swell that bit more as he got up, walked towards me and slipped his hand around my waist pulling me towards him. I could still taste the bourbon upon his lips as he kissed me deep and passionately. His approval overwhelming and if it wasn’t for tonight’s games I had no doubt he would have laid claim to me right there and then. In the silent dungeon, the warmth of his hands glided across my skin as he peeled the dress from me, leaving me standing, blindfolded in heels, dark lace stockings and lace panties. I felt the goose bumps forming upon my naked flesh as beneath the silk shroud I felt him circle. His fingertips lightly traced the curve of my bosom, his warm palms caressing and cupping the soft supple flesh. My nipples hardened as he touched me, my mind a torrent of nervous excitement and fear. All the time I felt the warmth of his breath and smelt the scent of his masculine aftershave. In his hold I always felt safe. His hands glided from my bosom down my waist and over the rise of my hips. Thumbs hooked inside the delicate straps of my panties that he took great delight in peeling, slowly and sensually from me. As he knelt I once more felt his breath against me, only this time the thought of his mouth so close to my exposed cunt made me tingle with desire. God at that moment I had wished he would have kissed me there. His mouth had taken me places I had never been before. To feel his tongue driving deep inside me, gorging and devouring me until I breathlessly plunged into the inky abyss would have been divine.