The morning light crept through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. She lay sprawled across the bed, her hair fanning out against the pillows, her skin bathed in the warmth of the early sun. She stretched lazily, her toes peeking out from under the blanket, curling slightly as if even in sleep, they were teasing me.

I stood at the edge of the bed, watching her. My eyes roamed over her figure, lingering on the curve of her legs, the delicate arch of her feet, and the soft rise and fall of her chest. She shifted slightly, her lips parting as she stirred, her eyes fluttering open to find me standing there, gazing at her with intent.

“You’re staring,” she said softly, her voice husky from sleep.

“Because I can’t get enough of you,” I replied, my tone firm, leaving no room for argument.

She smiled, her toes wiggling beneath the sheets. “And what exactly do you plan to do about it?”

Her challenge was met with swift action. I grabbed the corner of the blanket and pulled it away, revealing her completely. She let out a playful gasp, her body now exposed to my view. Her skin was smooth, her legs bare and crossed at the ankles, and her curves perfect in the morning light.

I knelt at the foot of the bed, my hands sliding up her calves, gripping them firmly. Her breathing quickened as I uncrossed her legs, my fingers trailing down to her feet. I lifted one, bringing it to my lips, and kissed the top softly.

“You know exactly what effect you have on me,” I murmured, pressing another kiss to the arch of her foot.

Her cheeks flushed as she watched me, her lips parting slightly when I took her foot in both hands, my thumbs pressing firmly into her sole. She sighed, melting into the bed as I worked, alternating between strong, purposeful strokes and soft, teasing caresses.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed, her voice trembling slightly.

“I wasn’t planning to,” I replied, my tone firm.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the soft skin of her instep. I inhaled deeply, savoring her faint, sweet scent—floral with a hint of musk, a scent that was intoxicatingly hers. My tongue flicked along her arch, tasting her warmth as my hands tightened their grip on her ankle.

“You smell incredible,” I said, my voice low, my lips moving against her skin.

Her toes curled at the sensation, and I took one between my lips, sucking gently. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the pillow. My teeth grazed her skin ever so lightly, and she gasped, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her.

“You’re squirming,” I teased, releasing her foot and pinning it against the mattress. “Do I need to keep you still?”

Without waiting for a response, I grabbed a silk tie from the bedside table and wrapped it around her ankles, securing them together. She let out a soft laugh, her eyes dancing with mischief.

“Is this necessary?” she asked, her voice teasing.

“Absolutely,” I replied, tightening the knot. “You’ve been far too tempting for far too long.”

With her legs bound, I resumed my exploration, kissing and nibbling along her toes and arches, my hands gliding over her calves and thighs. She laughed softly at first, the sensation tickling her slightly, but her laughter soon turned to quiet moans as I moved with deliberate precision.

Her body was a canvas, and I wanted to leave no part untouched. My hands slid higher, tracing the curve of her hips and the softness of her thighs. I leaned over her, my lips grazing her collarbone before moving lower, pressing kisses along the delicate curve of her breast.

Her breath hitched as I cupped her, my thumb brushing across her sensitive skin. “You’re mine,” I said firmly, my gaze meeting hers.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with surrender.

I worked my way back down, trailing kisses along her stomach, her hips, and finally her bound feet. I inhaled deeply again, the scent of her skin filling my senses as I kissed her with reverence and passion.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire.

She moaned softly, her body arching slightly, the silk tie keeping her legs firmly in place as I continued to tease and worship every inch of her. Her toes curled and flexed against my lips, and I kissed them one by one, my tongue flicking lightly against her skin.

The moments stretched on, each touch, each kiss, drawing us closer to an inevitable climax. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath me as I pushed her to the edge. When she finally let go, her cries filled the room, her body shuddering as she gave herself completely to the moment.

I untied her gently, pulling her into my arms and kissing her forehead as she caught her breath. Her smile was soft, her eyes heavy with satisfaction.

“You’re relentless,” she murmured, her voice full of warmth.

“And I’m not done yet,” I replied, a smirk tugging at my lips.

The day was just beginning, and I had every intention of making sure she knew exactly how much she meant to me.