Cool air continued to drift across her exposed skin. As if in greeting, hairs rose, reaching to be close to the caress.

She had lost track of the minutes. But she could be patient, had been patient. This was worth waiting for. Always.

Slowing her breaths, she enjoyed the sensation of taking each deep into her stomach, her back pressing into the expanse of his desk, then arching back in a soothing rhythm.

She would wait as long as it took, enjoying the sensation of idle anticipation.

The darkness was absolute. This was fine. She had grown accustomed to her client’s tastes in this, much like many of his others. The gentle pressure of the restraints at her wrists for example. But never her ankles. No, her legs were to be free to move as she needed…wanted to.

The only warning she had of his approach was a shift in the room temperature. The door must have opened as her nipples slowly peaked against a firmer draft.

Her breath started to catch in her throat as her need caught alight. The burning pressure down crept into her thighs and she felt herself slicken, her mouth too. She tried to contain the tremble starting to spread across her hips so shifted slightly.

‘I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.’

The deep thrum of his voice came from above her head. How, she wasn’t sure. She’d heard nothing, could see nothing. She coiled her neck, pushing back into the wood, straining to see him, to even see the outline of shape. A slight shift in the air and his face hovered an inch above hers. The quiver reached her lips.

She said nothing but held her breath, inviting him to fill the space. Her desire, a silent plea screaming in her head. Touch me. Consume me.

‘Not yet, dear heart. Not yet.’

His absence was like a sucking void and she arched, trying to follow his withdrawal. A faint mew escaped as she tried to stifle the cry of frustration desperate to claw its way out.

As if in consolation, the briefest brush of a fingertip kissed her palm. Electricity shot through her. Yes. More.

The fingertip continued its nonchalant journey, briefly pausing and pressing down on the knot on her left wrist, releasing after a few seconds. It reconnected again at the edge of her right breast, every attention and nerve attuned to its pressure slowly drifting up. Lazy concentric circles were being mapped around her nipple and, without warning, a flick then absence.

Her lips parted, tongue moistening them as her breath escaped in a hiss of pleasure. A low laugh rumbled in his chest as she felt him lower his face towards her chest. He was fully clothed, as always, and she felt the brush of fabric like sandpaper compared to his fingers. Anything for friction to relieve some of this pressure, she tried to move her body against his. Firm and instant pressure at both wrists stopped her in her tracks.

‘Naughty.’

He punctuated this by sucking a nipple into his mouth. Hard. Her gasp was fully audible this time but no laugh from him as he worked hard on her breast, pulling and lapping at it with his teeth and tongue, shifting to the other with ease and hunger. And then, nothing. Again, back to blackness and absence.

Now, the wait was excruciating. Mere seconds felt impossible. This was what he wanted, this desperation. She wanted nothing more than to feel his hard cock over and over but no. This was not allowed. Not yet.

Now she could sense him circling her. She pushed her legs together, letting the pressure build between her thighs. As if in answer to this subtle movement, gently but firmly his hands were on them, rolling them outwards and keeping them there, exposing her fully.

Following a grunt of approval, he was silent, no sign of him besides his insistent grip. Could he somehow see her? Sense her, maybe? At this point, she could certainly sense his gaze and it pierced her to the table, much like his hands. Then, gloriously, his tongue split her from her centre up to her clit, just once, the tip of it flicking as he disconnected.

Oh god how she wanted to grab his hair and force him back to her. She strained against the ties. He responded by lowering his mouth to the top of her and sucking her clit.

Once he began this ritual, he would not stop until she shuddered into a climax around him. This she knew from much experience. His pleasure was the total control of hers and the feel of her melting and moulding at his touch. This was why he went for women like her; women, who, despite being made of stars, wanted to release all holds on themselves. And the release he gave her returned her to stardust, every damn time.

The width of his tongue continued to push hard and up, dropping to tease the very centre of her, again round in those infuriatingly slow circles. She could sense the grin on his face. She grew impatient but those hands remained, holding her from starting to writhe.

He gently lifted her thigh, continuing his tongue work and placed it over his shoulder, moving his face deeper into her. With his free hand, he cupped her ass, rubbing the thumb down and round until it sat just below his face and dipped into her.

Gentle pressure grew as he continued to work her with his hot mouth and now his thumb, gradually switching to his fingers.

Yes, please, more.

He knew by this point she was utterly at his mercy and decided to give her more by stretching her to a third finger. His relentless tongue made her giddy, breathless and utterly high. She had given in fully to his pace and had lost control of the noises she made. Her leg kept him tight into her and her twitching muscles against his neck helped him know she was close. So close.

Curling his fingers up inside her towards his tongue, he pushed and slid in time with a finality to his movements as a conductor during the crescendo. And crescendo she did. Her hips bucked upwards, slamming her cunt into his face and bearing down hard on his fingers inside her. Immediately, he withdrew. Everything. His presence was gone as she lay panting, recovering, letting her high wash over her and leave her released. It was now she felt the lack of her hands. Her body was desperate for touch and she could not even soothe herself on her come down. But this was not over. No, they were just getting started.

She heard the zip. The soft thump of material hitting the floor. If such a thing was possible, she became even wetter. The anticipation of his cock was almost too much.

‘Are you comfortable, dear heart? Tight enough?’

His voice came from the front but she sensed him moving to the side. Her eyes were tight shut with pleasure by this point - she had no need for them. His hands were at her wrists again, checking his hold on her and the strength of the ties. They never hurt. He was an expert. But the delicious pressure of restraint added the edge that her lust for darkness called to. With a gentle kiss to each wrist, he moved again.

He was between her legs, bending one knee up and out, then the other, splaying her wide. Fingers, smelling then tasting of her, slipped into her mouth. She sucked at them with a fervour, imagining his cock as she played and toyed with them.

A distraction. At the same time, he had angled himself between her to nestle the tip of his jutting erection into her slickness. As she gasped, he slid his fingers out of her mouth, grabbing her chin firmly with one hand, lifting her face to his as he pushed his tongue inside her, languorously sliding his across her own. He tasted of her own sweet tang mixed with the same oak-depth he always had. Bliss.

Lacing his fingers into hers above her head, he entered her. Her tight muscles from her hard come resisted him initially, despite their wetness. He groaned against her mouth and pushed harder into her, luxuriating in her slick warmth. Her breasts crushed against his hard chest. This was pleasure. She should be paying him.

Her legs lifted and wrapped around his hips as he slowly started to move against her. Each thrust was leisurely. Every inch of hard cock withdrew fully, then re-entered her like a swinging pendulum, his balls smacking against her tight ass.

Once he was inside her, his focus shifted from her pleasure almost entirely to his own. She loved this part - when her body became such a thrill for him that this man, so in control and restrained, lost all sense and became pussy-drunk.

His lengthy thrusts increased in pace and she knew it wouldn’t be long until he asked her the question. The one that she secretly lusted after when giving herself release. Her body was building towards another of these: not unheard of but this man made her come like no other. The question would likely push her over the edge.

As if she had willed it, he pulled out, sat up on his heels and she sensed him towering above her. His massive presence was both comforting and terrifying in all the right ways - terrifying that she could be so addicted to this sensation above all others. His breaths sharp and ragged, he leant down to her ear and whispered into the soft shell.

‘Where do you want it?’

Sweet Jesus, yes.

She uttered the only words she was allowed to, besides the safe word she had yet to need.

“Tits and face” “Good choice.”

He grabbed her hips and plunged into her again and again, pushing himself towards his own climax. Lost in the pleasure of his hot hands on her ass and cock buried deep in her, her own tipped over and she writhed against him. This time he kept in her, pushing deeper and deeper until, he left. No hands. No heat. No touch.

With his deep grunt, she felt hot cum shoot across her heaving tits and up her neck. There was so much it splashed up the slide of her face. A deep pride settled in her stomach as she licked out her tongue to taste him from her face. Delicious.

Without a word, she heard a zip and then his hands were at her wrists, releasing her from the knots. He kept his hands on hers as he once again leant down into her face, inches above her. “Time to clean up. Same time next week?” “Sure. Get your secretary to pencil me in.” A smile that had started in her belly crept across her face. Christ, she loved her job.