It was just past 11:00 when Meredith’s phone buzzed with a text notification. It was from Mike.
“Come downstairs. I’ll meet you at the bottom of the stairs.”
Meredith’s heart fluttered with excitement as a tingling sensation came over her. She opened her bedroom door and walked silently down the stairs where Mike was waiting for her. Before she could say anything, he placed a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to him for a gentle, loving kiss that made her feel like melting into his arms. To her surprise, he then took an eye mask from his pajama bottoms pocket and placed it over her eyes.
Nervous and a little taken aback, Meredith began to speak but Mike placed his fingers gently over her lips. “Shhh…trust me,” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending a chill down her body, “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, okay?”
Meredith’s entire body tingled with anticipation. She couldn’t remember ever feeling like this. She nodded.
“Good,” he said, then placed something in her mouth.
It took Meredith a moment to realize it was a ball gag. This is crazy, she thought. Her whole life she had never done anything like this, but in her darkest fantasies, she had always wished for this – to be told what to do; to submit to a strong lover; to be vulnerable and open to whatever her lover wanted – this was what she dreamed about; this is what she fantasized about when she got herself off late at night.
“Don’t make a sound no matter what unless I tell you to; do you understand?”
She nodded.
“You look beautiful, by the way. I love how your lingerie hugs your curves. If you’re good, I might take them off later.”
Fuck, he was driving her crazy; Meredith could already tell that she was wet and ready for him whenever he wanted her.
“Remember,” he said, leading her down the hall by the hand, “not a sound.”
They took a left which she assumed took her into the guest bedroom. There was music playing – jazz guitar and bass – rhythmic, sensual. He led her to a spot and had her sit. She wasn’t sure but she thought it was one of the living room side chairs. He proceeded to bind her to it with some kind of tape, first her wrists to the arms of the chair, then her ankles to the legs.
He left her side for a few moments, and although it was probably only a minute or two, it felt like an eternity. Finally, she felt his presence to her left as he placed a hand on her lace-covered pussy and whispered, “You’re so wet for me. I’m going to have so much fun tonight.” He then placed something inside her panties and against her clit. A moment later she realized what it was – a vibrator that he could apparently control by remote. The vibrations were slow, teasing, causing Meredith to grind against the seat as she tried to will it to go faster.
Minutes passed as the vibrator slowly, agonizingly picked up speed – fast enough to make her feel it but not fast enough to make her come. It was torture. Perfect torture. She desperately wanted to feel his hands on hers, his mouth on hers, his cock inside her.