She bit her lip as the tickling sensation started at the arch of her foot and slowly travelled up her leg, almost imperceptible in places, unbearably ticklish in others.
She hadn't known what to expect when he'd suggested trying some sensory play. She wasn't very experienced in the bedroom and Read more…sometimes worried that He would get bored with her. Instead He gently coaxed her out of shell, introducing her to things he thought she might like. And so far He had been spot on every time.

Her first boyfriend had suggested easing her nerves by watching a porn video before losing her virginity, and the experience had traumatised her so much she'd held on to her V card for a further 3 years, remaining resolutely single in case any other potential partners had even more outrageous expectations.

Then had come Him. It hadn't started as a prelude to a relationship. She hadn't ever expected to be tied up and blindfolded while he slowly teased her with what felt like a feather. She hadn't ever even known her body could react in such ways.

It had started innocuously, as most things do. An overcast Tuesday where rain wasn't so much threatening as perceivable in the air without actually ever being actual drizzle. She'd been one of a small group of people in the elevator, the doors closing when a deep voice had shouted for someone to "hold the ***y doors". Something in that tone had her snapping out an arm and stopping the doors from closing, much to the annoyance of her current companions. Their grumbles vanished into the background when the owner of the voice had slid into the elevator beside her, throwing her a distracted nod of thanks as he pressed the button for his floor before turning to face her properly.

She'd been about to murmur a "you're welcome" when mercurial grey eyes had collided with hers, stealing the breath from her lungs. She'd never seen such a colour, almost silver in the dim elevator lighting. Filled with an intensity that had heat pooling low in her body in places it had it had no business pooling.
She hadn't been able to look away. Barely evening noticing when the other occupants of the elevator pushed past to exit on their various floors. The stranger also didn't avert his eyes, seeming to see straight into her soul.

She came out of her reminiscing when the feather was replaced with something cold that made her gasp, the ice unexpected directly pressed onto her nipple as it was. She arched into it, the small amount of give in the ropes allowing her back to lift from the bench as she both chased and fled from the cold that ran down her chest. Her brain was still processing the shock when it moved, her neglected nipple subjected to the ice even as hot breath blew over the first one. She writhed against the duel sensations, mind split in two directions as she moaned, the sound torn from her throat.

"Good girl".