No Rules to This

Blood racing my nervousness creeps up my spine as I feel his eyes burning into me. Looking straight ahead I try not to be obvious about noticing, but he's staring, hard. I take my index finger and trace it along the base of the lamp around and down to the desk as I walk ahead inspecting the room. It had a Victorian feel to it; heavy dark red curtains that fell to the floor a four poster bed covered in white Egyptian cotton sheets and red and gold comforter. I walked to the window and peeled back the curtain slightly just enough to see the night sky lit up by the full moon with a blanket of stars surrounding it and below the twinkles from the city lights. His staring was making me uncomfortable; not in a creepy way, but in a bashful way. I turned to face him as he was still observing me and ask, "why are you staring at me?" Which he simply responded, "No reason." I chuckled breaking just a little smile trying to kill my nervousness which wasn't going anywhere and continued on trying not to let the intimidation ride. "There's gotta be a reason" I say folding my arms across my chest; alerting that my guard is now up. "I think you're beautiful" he answered quietly. (Great! I should of seen that coming) I feel my insides turning to mush beneath the stone exterior, I want to throw my body to his pressing my lips to his forcing him to the bed; whenever I'm nervous my reaction is to face it head on, though it sounds brave my lack of courage isn't enough to fuel that impulse. He steps in closer to me grabbing my arm leading me to the bed, I swallow hard because I'm unsure what to expect next, too many thoughts racing in my head and as I go to sit on the edge of the bed I slide right off the comforter hitting the floor THUMP! (how embarrassing) I pop up quickly as he reaches over to give me his hand, "are you okay?" He ask smiling waiting for me to confirm before he broke into laughter. "I'm okay" I answer climbing back on the bed. He brushes his hand across my cheek gently, "you sure you're okay," "yes I'm fine" I say with a small smile. In an instant before I had time to think he pressed his lips to mine. They were warm and soft and he was a good kisser, so good I failed to notice that I was now laying on my back with his weight pressing me into the bed. My nerves were starting to simmer as my mind gave way to the passion. He traced his finger down the side of my face grinning, "I want you to stand in front of the bed and undress yourself." I simply nodded as he rolled over letting me stand to my feet. I quickly unzipped my dress and carefully pulled it from my breasts and wiggled it down my body over my bottom until it slid to the floor, standing there in a thong and strapless bra. He sat up quickly sitting at the edge of the bed pulling me to him, his hands squeezing my bottom as he spread kisses across my belly. "I want you to kneel" as quickly as the words left his lips I was on my knees in front of him, his eyes filled with admiration once again placing his lips upon mine. He removed my bra before telling me to turn around, I sat on my heels as I feel him stand. "Eyes closed head down" he ordered, now I was nervous again, at this point anything can happen. I sat quietly trying not to let my negative outcomes of this evening affect me, but in spite of that I was still a little worried. He tied something to my face and asked me to stand, "turn around" he adds gliding his hands down my body as I turn my back to him. He grabs one wrist and then the other pulling them behind me, my breathing started increasing and had to be noticeable because he told me to relax. I got a hold of myself when his kisses on my neck distracted me; he fastened one and then another cuff around each wrists. He squeezed my breasts before gliding them down, hooking his thumbs on either sides of my thong pulling it down...

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