by JA Lafrance
I hear the taps twist open and water crashes against bottom of the soaker tub. Looking at Gavin crouched at the tub, I see his open palm ensure the water is just hot enough for my liking while his other hand squeezes a bottle of bubble bath into the stream.
“We will let that fill.” Gavin walks back to me, his hands still wet. “Up please. Let’s get you out of those clothes.”
“I can do it,” I respond, not feeling so sexy after a particularly agonizing day’s work.
Gavin twists his head slightly, a subtle air of command strewn across his face. I instantly understand and play along. The scene has begun, and I relinquish control.
I am His.
Gently, Gavin peels off my blouse, sliding each sleeve down my arms with a Master’s warm touch. Instantly, I smell the exotic bath scents of vanilla, patchouli oil and leather on His damp arms and smile at just how well He can set the mood for my pampering. He removes my pants and kneels so I may lift my feet from them. Once down to my undergarments, He stands behind me and unlatches my bra and slips it off, freeing my breasts from a long day of stuffy restraint. Slowly, my panties slip off and Gavin then leads me to the washroom where He offers me His hand and I take it, carefully stepping into my bath.
“Ahhh. So hot. Thank you, Sir.”
“My pleasure, sweet.”
I close my eyes for a long minute, letting my body ease into the hot scented bath. Instantly, my workday is deleted from memory as I give in to my fiancé’s thoughtful gestures of attention. Opening my eyes, they land on Gavin, who has His back to me, watching me through the mirror with a bare smile. He unbuttons His shirt and removes it, revealing the beautiful detail in His sculpted back. I draw my legs together under a cloak of bubbles, the heat of the bath complimenting the joy of the view in front of me.
Gavin steps over and takes a seat on the tiled edge of the tub behind me. Two warm hands land on the nape of my neck and massage away the tension under my skin with a slow, firm knead. His digits move slow and strong, with the perfect pressure, rubbing me from collar bone to shoulder with a dedicated focus that reminds me of His love and respect.
I growl quietly. Gavin usually calls it a purr. He can tell when I’m falling captive to His touch. The man knows just how to soothe my body under His hands. I lift a leg up along the other, enjoying every sensation that floats amid the heat surrounding me, and He sees my knee crest the water’s surface, covered in bubbles.
“Baby feeling better?”
“Mmm. Much, Sir.”
His hands disappear under the water and run along my arms, teasing my body with just a taste of His grip. He then lifts them from the bath and dries them off on a nearby towel before they disappear into my hair. With hands splayed deep in my locks, Gavin massages my scalp with perfect skill. Every finger glides along my head, melting away the remaining tension I’ve carried with me until now. The quick slip into such a relaxed state surrenders me to His total control for the rest of the evening.
And I’m quite looking forward to it.
Minutes later, Gavin offers me a hand and I step out of the tub, a light steam rising from my reddened skin after a wonderful scorching bath.
My Dom stands me by the mirror and towels me off, ensuring no square inch of skin is left wet. I sneak a look at His body in the mirror, crouching down and running the towel gingerly along each leg, the muscles in His arms and back flexing slightly as He towels me off.
Fuck he’s hot.
My eyes rise in the mirror to regard my own body. Before I can ever contemplate a single moment of doubt and distrust in my looks, Gavin always reassures me that I never need to disbelieve myself. I watch as He drops the towel and stands behind my body, legs apart. He exhales a moment then wraps His arms around me, nuzzling His nose close to my neck, and inhales my warm scent.
What Gavin does next always reassures me just how beautiful He finds me. His head lifts slightly from its hang into my neck, and His beautiful dark eyes instantly find mine in the mirror and He smiles with a primal grin, whispering a single word that cements His revered attraction to me and only me.
“Fuck…”
Gavin is a mature, sensible, respectful man. He has His goofy moments, which I adore. But never is he vulgar. Yet, whenever He wishes to court me with His thoughts, that single lewd word tells me that His more rapacious feelings are at my doorstep, ready to consume me.
And I absolutely love it.
Gavin takes me by the hand and spins me on my heels, pinning me to the tiled wall. He presses His lips on mine and I melt. Our lips dance as He presses into me, the feel of the firm bulge in His jeans prevalent as He cages me with His arms at my sides.
He pulls back and quickly laces my mouth with a single quick kiss, making me lean forward and leaves me hanging for more.
That was naughty.
Gavin’s teases have begun, whisking away His romantic side and leaving in its place an edgier Dominant, eager to ruffle up my curiosities and inhibitions with more brash mental foreplay.
“This way,” He growls, pointing to the doorway between our bedroom and washroom.
I come to stand in front of Him and His eyes stare down for a moment before extending His hand for mine. I take hold and He helps me to my knees. At a new vantage point, I can see the top of His jeans, held in place by a snugly fitted black leather belt. As He unbuckles it, I can’t help but reach for the top of His pants, ready to pull them down and take Him in my mouth.
“No, baby,” He responds sternly, pushing my hands away. “It is not about me today.”
Gavin paces backwards and continues to slide the belt from His pant loops. He folds the belt over, keeping the buckle buried in His hand and steps behind me. Amid the silence, He winds up, and lands the belt across my warm cheeks with a snap, making me flinch giddily. I bite my lip knowing my Dom is up to no good.
He steps away and a drawer slides open. From it, I hear a clang, and suddenly, He falls to His knees behind me with a thud. Seconds later, my arms are no longer at my sides. Instead, they have been placed behind my back, drawn close together, and the slow ratcheting clinks of steel handcuffs secure my wrists just above my tailbone.
Gavin gets up and slowly steps around me, staring me down with a playful yet sinister grin. From behind His person, He reveals my black suede collar, the one He chose for me when we entered the lifestyle, and dangling at its center chrome loop, he has latched the key to the handcuffs. He leans forward and gently secures the collar around my neck and steps back for a moment, evaluating my acceptance.
Gavin then grabs a fistful of my hair and forcefully ravages my lips with His, anchoring me in place.
“That’s better. Now, I will take a shower. You will stay here until I am done. Then I will move you onto the bed and take care of you.”
“Yes, Sir.” A smile lines my reply as I watch Him turn about and remove His pants before stepping into the shower.
Kneeling there isn’t easy while He washes. As the clouds of steam cling to the stall glass I feel myself get wet watching His hands lather every inch of muscle on His body. The voyeur in me wants to see more, but the lover in me wants Him out of that shower and against my willing body.
His shower takes longer than I can stand to wait for, but soon the taps are closed. Gavin’s tall frame steps out of the shower and He reaches for a towel. Drying himself off, He not once looks at me… part of His tease, as Dom. And it’s working far too well. Being confined to a kneeling position, just a few feet away from a tasty physique is torture. But the only think keeping me patient is knowing just how much he’s confessed to adoring me and my curves since the first time He laid eyes on me.
What a handsome man, both inside and out. And finally, He approaches.
Coming to stand mere inches from me, I lift my head to His content gesture.
“Good girl. You’ve waited just like I asked…” My Dom continues to dry himself off, finishing at His arms and broad shoulders.
I lower my head and lock eyes on His
cock. Instantly, I imagine it inside me, working me over until I moan and come. But soon, He towels off His crotch without letting me get close enough for a taste.
“Here,” He whispers. “I missed a spot.” Gavin cradles His hand around the back of my head and very gently leads me forward toward the spot just below His abs and above His cock, right in the middle of that extraordinary “V” of sculpted muscle that marks the sides of His waist.
My tongue slides out and licks the last few drops of water off His body.
Mmmm. His taste. The blissful texture of virile skin with a hint of sandalwood body wash. I slowly lap up the last few spots of wetness from below His abs, all the while wanting more than anything to visit the several inches right below my chin that are still covered with His towel.
Bastard tease.
“Enough. On your feet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I rise to a standing position and He tosses the towel over the shower stall glass.
There he exists, in handsome form, from His neatly kept beard to His wonderfully defined legs and everything in between.
Gavin teases me by leaning in, making me beg to feel the touch of His skin. But instead of a kiss, His lips edge close to my ear and grunt a query with a low rumble.
“Are you ready?”
Before I can answer, a warm hand grazes my belly and slithers down to my core, cupping my glistening pussy. I keep my head down, my cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and guilt. But when I see Gavin smile out of the corner of my eye, a tiny grin comforts me.
“This way.”
Gavin points to our bed and watches as I turn and pace over. I can feel His eyes coat my naked body with greedy intent. Before turning to head to the bed, I catch sight of His cock, stiff and ready to be put to use. But if I remember correctly, Gavin said he’d be focussing on me tonight.
I wonder just how He will be doing that…
“On the bed.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I crawl onto the bed, balancing carefully near its edge on my knees, my arms still imprisoned behind me.
“Good,” my Dom assures. He disappears into our walk-in closet and moments later returns with a silver necktie in hand. I remember getting Him that necktie for His birthday. He told me it became His favorite because later the night of His birthday I gave myself to him, and we made love well into the night on this bed.
“Tonight, is all about you, sweet,” Gavin whispered, standing just behind me on the bed, my ankles dangling off the edge. “Tonight, I will tease your senses, and take away every worry and concern that plagued you. Tonight, I will bring you a tranquil subspace, where you can be free from any obligation, and find the perfect release.”
I return a slow nod, ready to obey His direction, eager to surrender myself to my incredibly sensual Dom.
Seconds later, I see two hands lower in front of my head, slowly drawing His silver tie across my eyes. He secures it gently behind my head and soon darkness blankets my sight. Having one of my senses disabled immediately heightens the others, and my body instinctively finds itself in a state of tension and curiosity.
“Humble position.”
As soon as I hear the command, I sit back on my calves and await His assistance. Soon, I feel the strength of his touch grasp my shoulders and lower me forward onto the bed. My senses magnify once again, feeling the uneasy sensation of falling forward at a snail’s pace. Carefully, Gavin rests me chest-down on our bed, the feel of soft, familiar linens comforting my body. He helps my head to the side for comfort and I wriggle about to get relaxed.
“Beautiful.”
The utterance of a single word, and I know my Dom is pleased thus far. I now lay in Humble position for him, chest down, ass up, legs spread slightly, and wrists restrained behind my back for added allure.
I hear Him pace around the bed, likely scanning my naked body at all angles. Gavin has mentioned to me countless times how pretty He finds me, whether dressed up, chilling in pyjamas, or in the nude. Knowing how much He loves me just the way I am gives me the confidence to believe in myself when I feel inadequate. His words have always soothed me. His shows of affection…the little gestures at random times of the day, have shown me that I’m someone he’s in a constant state of admiration with. And I know it so much, that it’s had me believe in myself to no end!
The footsteps are heard from one ear across to the other, until I hear the slow drag of a chair directly behind me. He sits in the old wooden chair and I hear it creak as He eases back.
“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” His words are growled, barely audible, and laced with mischievous appreciation.
I can tell he’s looking at my ass. I’ve never been comfortable with my butt. It’s not smaller like that of a slender supermodel. But Gavin has a very hard time keeping His hands off it. In fact, there have been times when he’s randomly texted me tiny poems about each of my body parts, particularly the ones I’m most self-critical of. From my belly to my butt, he’s wrapped each of my insecure features in a secure embrace of pleasing words. I’ve grown to love the little poems and respect my body more than I thought I ever could.
Gavin’s words and respect have brought me peace with my own doubts. For that, I will love Him back forever. For that, I surrender myself to His every quiet kink and desire. And because of how He’s transformed my confidence, I will never deny Him the sights He seeks, the touch He reaches for, and the warmth He values…all of them, mine.
Soon, my thoughts quieten to complete silence, and I feel extraordinarily naked, wearing only handcuffs, a tie around my eyes, and a choker around my neck.
Right about now, my Dom is likely admiring how (as he’s stated many times) the shape of my legs rise beautifully to meet the curve of my perfect round butt, a gentle divot at its center, having my legs spread open for Him to gorge on every inch of bare detail in between.
Seconds later I am right. He lifts from the chair and steps over to admire me up close. My sense of touch is amplified to the max… waiting for what seems like an eternity in darkness, for some indication of His presence. It is then that a single finger of His lands just behind my ankle and I flinch, every nerve on my body registering in unison, the indication of contact.
His finger, warm and direct, glides slow and erect up my leg. It trails up my calf, then edges the outside of my knee before grazing my outer thigh and finally edging ever so slowly over my one cheek, resting just above my tailbone.
Fuck! This man has a way with touch!
As His finger lifts from my body, it responds with an ache for more. Instantly, my core heats and my lips glisten with the desire to be played with. Touched. Kissed. Penetrated. Anything…
“Do you like my touch?” He voices, from behind.
“Yes.”
Suddenly, a hand lands across my butt.
“What’s that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better.”
He edges near me and I feel His digits graze my cheek. I love both sides of my fiancé. He is always sensitive, caring and gentle. But when we are connected like this, He has my permission to be forceful, and edge out the unexpected and unknown, for my immense pleasure.
His fingers continue to rub my soft skin until a single finger rests just outside my mouth.
“Open.”
I edge my lips and let His masterful finger enter. Eager to taste Him again, in my heightened state of emotion, I suckle His digit slow and sensuously, enjoying the simple yet powerful connection He brings me when we play sensory deprivation.
I never know what He will do next. And the fresh efforts Gavin puts into pleasing me is priceless.
“Alright. That’s enough. Time to relax you.”
A flurry of thoughts enters my mind once His finger slips from my mouth. There are so many ways He can have His way with me right now. But I always trust Him, both to be careful with me and to please me.
And the man always delivers.
Suddenly, I hear the squirt o
f massage oil hit His hands as He stands back up.
His hands soon land open-palmed on my upper arms, massaging the slight tension out of them caused by the restraint of the handcuffs. Slow and steady, His hands travel down my arms, past my elbows, kneading my wrists gingerly around the steel cuffs until He has my hands in his, rubbing the open palms of my hands with His talented fingertips.
My Dom moves from my hands up to my neck, rubbing the warm massage oil into every inch of skin. Breath by breath, I exhale, leading my body into a deeper state of relaxation. Gavin takes all the time He desires to make His way slowly down my spine until He reaches my spread globes. Every few seconds I feel a slight haste in His movements, but He slows His motions back down.
I know this sign very well.
It’s exactly how He responds whenever I tease Him to the point He can no longer control Himself around me. Knowing He is on the brink of ravaging me to His satisfaction is beyond hot. He drinks in my body with His eyes, and the beauty He’s professed to find in me makes me know He wants to binge on more.
Oh, the thoughts and words this man has shared with me… Yet, I know he’s trying His best to hold it together while pleasing me tonight…
His hands then leave me and He steps back.
“I have a new toy for you.”
Ohhh…. I’m curious if it’s the one I told Him I’d like to get next. The C-shaped one with twin motors I showed Him at the adult novelty store last week. It’s pink and pretty and…
Buzzz…
The low rumble of a vibrating motor cuts the silence in the room, and still blindfolded, I can’t see a thing. Suddenly, I feel the gentle touch of not one, but two points of pressure lightly press against the small of my back.
He remembered!
I feel the two smooth tips of the C-shaped vibrator trail down over my tailbone and disappear. My Dom is such a tease. He knows that I love touch. But to linger touch, then take it away, is torture!