My heart is pounding from the rush as I step in closer to him. A delicious tingle is already building between my legs. I run my fingers down his arms, then take my time slowly wrapping the rope around his wrists to bind them together. I make sure they’re snug, but not cutting off his circulation, and tie it off in a quick release knot.
“Is that okay?” I ask him. “Not too tight?”
“Yes, it’s fine.”
“Good. Let me know if it gets uncomfortable.” Well maybe that’s not fair. I’m sure it will get uncomfortable for him, but I don’t think he’s going to be complaining when I’m through with him.
“Now, kneel on the ground.”
He drops to his knees directly in front of me.
“A little farther back.”
I wait until he shuffles back a foot or so. “Good. Now can you keep quiet?”
He nods.
“Perfect.”
His eyes widen as I start to undo my shirt, one agonizing button at a time. The cool air in the barn raises goosebumps on my skin as it’s slowly revealed to him.
He watches, waiting, so I take my time enjoying the tease.
I pause after popping the last button on the shirt and slowly part the sides until my delicate lace bra is on display. Was I planning for this to happen today? I’ll never tell. He swallows hard as I reach behind my back, but before I unclasp the lingerie, I shake my head and shift my hands to the button on my jeans. He tracks the movement as I flip the snap open and slowly drag the zipper down. The denim parts in the middle to reveal a hint of matching red lace. Sitting down, I slide the boots and socks off my feet, taking my time to place them neatly beside the tack trunk.
Standing up, I slide the tight denim down my legs. Once I’m free, I fold the jeans and place them off to theside, strategically bending to let him get a glimpse of my ass.
My body is already on fire, burning hotter every second, and hopefully the anticipation is doing the same for him. The bra is next. I slide it down my arms and off before I glance over my shoulder to see him watching my every move. It’s heady, the power I have over him in this moment.
I finally turn around to let him see, dropping the bra in front of him.
“Fuuuck…” A long hiss of breath follows the exclamation, and he shifts on his knees.
A shiver skates across my skin as I run my hands up my body, taking my time. When I finally reach my breasts, I reach up to run my thumbs in small circles around the hardened points of my nipples. I inhale a gasp at the touch, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“Please, can I touch you?” he begs, but I shake my head.
“Not yet.”
My eyes slip shut as I circle the sensitive buds, squeezing and tweaking them. Pleasure zips through me in a direct line to my pussy.
When I can’t take it any longer, I hook my thumbs through the waistband of my barely-there thong, dragging it down my legs.
“This is torture,” he says.
“I thought I told you to be quiet.” The confidence and power fill me up with his every gasp and inhale. “Maybe you need some helpwith that.”
His eyes widen as I step closer, dangling the damp panties in front of his face. He takes a deep inhale.
“Open up.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Open up.”
His gaze darts up to my face, down to the panties, and back, but then he obeys.
“Good boy.” I tell him as I stuff the panties into his mouth. “That should help you keep quiet.”
