Stella opened the door to the dark room. Her hand still on the knob, she enters with an exhale. Stella hadn’t felt excitement like this in a very long time.
She could see the chair in the distance. It was waiting for her to place her warm ass upon it… and wait.
She gripped the knob tighter before releasing it and closing the door. It was quiet. Cold. Nothing but the chill in the air and a constant dripping from the rain outside.
Stella wondered where he was. Maybe he was already there. Watching her. She couldn’t feel him though. As she approached the chair she began to undress, leaving a trail of forgotten garments in her wake. Finally pulling off her panties, Stella began thinking of all the ways she’ll be pleasured later. Soon.
Her nipples were hard against the slight winter breeze. There was a broken window from their last encounter. It was a wild one with their hungry warm bodies against the cold pane glass. The thought gave Stella a cozy chill. She stared at the chair contemplating touching herself. She wanted to wait for him, but maybe she shouldn’t keep herself waiting.
She circled the chair gently, her fingers dancing lightly on the back of it. It was a simple chair. Nothing much to it. Stella liked the sturdy, thick wood. The sound it would make when she’d thrust and the wooden legs would knock against the concrete floor. Or the fap sound of her bare, wet ass slapping the slightly contoured seat. Yeah, she remembered it all. And she wanted it all over again.
Stella swallowed hard, fighting the urge to put her fingers between her legs. She felt a heartbeat in her clitoris growing wilder and wilder. And with some sucking and nibbling of her bottom lip, she sat slowly and began to chain her ankles up to the attachments placed at the bottom of the chair.
The chains were cold steel against her heated hands, but the ankle cuffs were soft, fuzzy, and red. There was enough chain for her legs to spread as wide as he could get them. Or as high. Sometimes the chains would slap against her entire body, like parallel strokes teasing her canvas.
Stella was lusting heavy. She wanted him to arrive and cure her of the firery desire that enfolded her body.
She removed the blindfold from its Velcro home, under the chair and placed it over her eyes. The chains were making a quiet clanking sound, arousing Stella’s memories once again.
Oh how wet she got when she could hear nothing but the sounds of her own moans and the loud rattling of chains against the chair. She loved it when he fucked her that hard. Her knees would be sore, but it was an erotic reminder that Stella wore proudly. Sometimes even kneeling on them while she masturbated for enhanced pleasure.
The last memory sent Stella’s fingers rushing to her anxious pussy. With her index and middle finger circling her opening counter clockwise, and her thumb giving a loving stroke to her clit, she realeased a hungry sigh.
At that moment she heard him speak, “Bad girl.”
Stella’s head jolted straight.
“No one gave you permission…” he said with his voice coming closer.
Stella’s breathing got heavier as she felt him draw near. With the blindfold on she could only hear where he was, and that turned her on very much.
The waiting. The yearning. The fact that he had waited for her; Spicer! Nothing else mattered to Stella when she was in that chair. Even the dripping outside seemed to cease. All she felt was him. All she wanted was him.
She licked her lips preparing to speak, but he silenced her with a soft ‘Ssh’. She couldn’t hear his foot steps anymore, but certainly still felt the power of his sexual presence. Stella wondered what he would do to her first. Maybe some licking between her legs until she begged for him to finish her. Maybe some teasing. It all was teasing to her. From the moment she would leave the chair to the moment she returned back to it. To him. Like an excited school girl, she sat patiently but would fidget in the chair.
And then, his warm breath crept over her left clavicle. Her hairs rose to attention. And then the warm bath of his tongue stretching from her shoulder to her ear, where he paused. He grabbed handcuffs from under the chair and restrained her wrists one by one. Kissing each hand as he did so. Her breath by now has turned from gentle breathing to heavy panting. She could feel the moisture between her legs building, readying the chair for the fapping sound she loved.
Stella could feel him circling her, but not touching. His air demanded attention. His thoughts she could feel inside her body, yet never knew which way he’d surprise her. She felt him kneel in front of her, sliding the cold chains around her shins. His soothing breath drew closer to the inside of her knees, traveling down the hallway of her thighs.
“You’re mine now.”