The Chair

She sat on the edge of the sofa, knees together, her hands under her thighs. She was a little nervous but excitement was the overwhelming emotion. She looked at the floor, her toes curled under, waiting for him. One thin strap of her silk dress has already slipped down her arm, revealing the top of her breast.

He slowly padded into the room. She looked up at him, both of them breaking character for a second - he gave a small smile and she sighed in response, closing her eyes for a second. Then he snapped out of it. He strode up to her and deftly fitted the cellar round her neck, pulling her hair out the way to fasten it. She grinned. He turned to walk back to the kitchen and she rose to follow him. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, carefully pushing her back onto the sofa. As he did, he glimpsed the butt plug she had inserted and suppressed a grin. She went to reply but his hand grabbed her jaw as he whispered "I'll let you know when I'm ready". He strode off into the kitchen, not looking back, leaving her slumped on the sofa.

She didn't move for what felt like an eternity until "come here" echoed from the kitchen. She slowly walked through the door to see him standing, waiting, an empty chair next to him. He pointed at it and bluntly told her to sit down. She followed his instruction, feeling the plug push into position a little more, and as soon as she sat down he got to work. He took a rope off the work surface and tied it round both her wrists, pulling them down behind her. He passed the rope under the seat and looped it round each ankle, winding it round the chair legs. She struggled against them but knew it was futile as he smirked at her and whispered "good girl" in her ear.

Again, she went to say something but this time instead of grabbing her jaw, he pulled a gag from his pocket and her eyes widened. He thrust the ball in her mouth, swiftly fastening it behind her head. He gently took her chin, tilted her head up and ran his thumb along her bottom lip, smudging her red lipstick. "So pretty", he murmured. He turned away, picked up a knife and started to prepare dinner.

She sat there watching, her pussy getting wet just from sitting there. Saliva had started to pool in her mouth and was running down her chin taking her lipstick with it. He was trying not to look, trying to remain aloof, but he was failing. He couldn't resist her.

He opened the drawer next to him and pulled out her favourite toy, opening the app on his phone to control it. Her eyes widened in excitement and she let out a moan. "Quiet" he said "or it goes away". She knew he would never do that, but was silent anyway. He rubbed the head of the toy over her chin, wetting it with her saliva and gently slid it in her dripping pussy, giving the end of the plug a little tap as he did so. She let out a moan, he glanced at her, but her eyes were shut and he let this misdemeanor go, smiling to himself.

He stood up, dragging his hand up her dress as he went, exposing her pussy to the cold air and she sharply breathed in. Both straps had slipped down her shoulders now and he ran a finger along the top of the dress over the top of her tits. She whimpered and her eyes bored into him, begging for more. He scanned down her body, her eyes pleading with him, mouth stretched around the gag, lipstick smudged, pert nipples pushing against the thin black silk, finally his gaze resting on the shape of her pussy. He grinned and stepped back, picking up his phone to start the torment.

She braced herself for the toy to start, slowly moving her hips against it in anticipation. He went to turn it on but realised he didn't want her to know what was coming. He pulled a tea towel out from a drawer and folded it a few times. He walked behind her as he gently placed it over her eyes, tying it behind her head. "OK?" he murmured in her ear, she nodded and a stifled "mmhmmm" escaped the gag. He grinned and this time when he picked up his phone he put the toy on the lowest setting. She moaned in delight, melting down into the chair. She felt the vibration through her body, through the plug and tingling up her spine.

He continued to prepare their meal, every couple of minutes changing the setting on the toy. He'd increase the speed watching her catch her breath, a muffled moan escaping as she rocked her hips into the chair. Her pussy was dripping now, soaking the chair as she rocked her clit against the end of the toy. She threw her head back and he instantly turned the toy down to a low rumble, grinning. She dropped her head in almost despair and mumbled a please through the gag.

"Pardon?" he asked sarcastically. She murmured a please again, saliva running down her chin, taking her lipstick with it, mascara running down her cheeks, smudged by the makeshift blindfold. "Still can't hear you, maybe it'd be better with something else in your mouth" he said, undoing his trousers then removing the gag. Before she could speak he grabbed her jaw and guided her mouth onto his rock hard cock. They both let out a deep moan as he picked up his phone and turned the toy back up. "Such a good girl, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth" he murmurs, she replied by moaning over his cock, her lipstick leaving marks on his shaft, her eyes watering under the blindfold as he grabbed a handful of her hair and thrust his cock deeper. He adjusted the toy to a rhythmic cycle as she timed the waves of pleasure from it with a moan over his cock. She was still rocking her hips into the chair, alternating the pressure between her clit and the plug.

He couldn't take it any longer - he needed to see the look in her eyes and he needed her to see the glint in his. He pulled the blindfold off and she looked up at him, his cock deep in her mouth, saliva and make up running down her chin. He didn't even have the words, he just knew he needed to fuck her, straight away, and hard. He untied her from the chair, leaving her wrists bound, slipped his fingers through the collar, and led her upstairs...