Brian Ch 2 The Bedroom Part 1

Brian

Ch 2 The Bedroom Part 1

“Shall I show you the bedroom?” he asked, gauging my interest in continuing our contact in a different room, and likely in a more horizontal position.

We had stayed on the couch for a little while longer kissing and touching each other. The energy was high but without the urgency of before. The music was still playing in the background but I hadn’t paid much attention. It was some sort of slow dance ballad playlist of his, probably designed for making out. I smiled at his formality.

I extracted my legs from either side of his hips, pulling down my skirt that had ridden up, and none too soon. As sexy as that position was my feet were going numb. I stood before him and dropped into a curtsey, lowering my eyes.

“As you wish, Sir,” I said with only a touch of polite sarcasm, probably inspired by the pins and needles in my feet. It gave him the consent I knew he was looking for.

“Then aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, keeping his face carefully relaxed. It didn’t work completely as I could see the barest hint of his earlier nervous concern peeking through the outward calm.

Involuntarily, my eyes darted to the discarded blindfold at the other end of the couch where he’d set it down after removing it a short time ago. I brought them consciously back to meet his gaze, also trying unsuccessfully to keep a blank face.

“I made you a promise that I intend to keep,” he said firmly.

“Yes, please,” I squeaked, feeling my eyes get big and my eyebrows rise slightly in hope.

He shifted so he sat on the edge of the couch and indicated the floor in front of him with his hand as the other reached for the folded black fabric. He turned on the light on the end table.

“Kneel here, my dear,” he ordered kindly.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered, already moving to do as he asked. I sent out a quick thank you for the padded carpet as I gracefully landed on both knees. Kneeling up, rather than sitting back onto my heels, I placed my hands lightly on his knees figuring if he wanted me to put them someplace else he’d let me know.

He was watching my face intently as I stared at his hands. He’d shaken out the blindfold, which did turn out to be an over-sized black silk scarf, and was carefully refolding it on his lap. He finished shortly and was smoothing the fabric with both hands, my eyes still wide in anticipation. It wasn’t until he stopped moving that I realized I’d been pressing my fingertips into the tops of his knees. I pulled my hands away, a little embarrassed, and moved them to touch the sides of his calves.

He smoothed my hair and tucked most of it behind my ears, still watching me closely.

“Brian,” I said, dropping the honorific purposely so he knew I was even headed. “I don’t know what you have planned, and I like it that way, but I wanted you to know that I’m comfortable, and that I trust you. If I don’t like something you do I’ll speak up, okay?”

He nodded, but didn’t respond verbally. Instead he smiled and placed a single finger over my lips then unfolded his hand, turned it sideways and laid it over my eyes. My breath caught in my throat and I gripped his legs, but I kept my eyes closed. He was gently drawing the silk across my face, over my mouth, my nose, and then my eyes teasing me with it. I moaned with anticipation. There was a slow increase in pressure on my eyes as he took his time tightening the scarf and tying it behind my head. I heard more sounds and then realized they were coming from me.

“There, that’s a good girl,” he cooed, “You did really well, I’m proud of you.” In another mood I’d have found his words patronizing, but from where I was the reassurance and praise was welcome.

He lightly kissed my forehead, then over each eye, then my lips. His hands were on my breasts, still inside my bra, and he was kneading them gently. His thumbs found my nipples and he drew his nail across each one causing them to harden. He pinched them gently, then more firmly until I moaned again. He used my nipples to pull me towards him and I moved my arms to the inside of his thighs so I could get closer. My hands found his hard on and I stroked it gently through his jeans. I wondered if he’d stop me this time.

His mouth grew more urgent and his hips moved in response to my touch. Encouraged I pressed harder, finding the sensitive head of his cock and pinching it gently.

“I didn’t know I could want you this much,” his voice was rough with need and he pulled his face away but he didn’t make any move to alter my hands’ movements.

“I was going to show you the bedroom, remember?” I could hear the grin in his voice. He placed his hand over mine so I slowed my hands and eventually stopped. He pressed down hard using my hands on his cock and groaned, “And we’ll never get there if I don’t keep you focused,” he chuckled.

I smiled coyly, “Then let’s go, Sir, I’m just waiting for you.” I moved to stand up using his knees as support. I took one step back to make sure he had room to get up.