"Don't turn around....."
"Uh...why all the mystery?" She asked nervously.
"Part of the game."
Willow felt the same thought. He sounds familiar. She felt a hand on her neck.
"Sweet Willow....I'm glad you are here."
The hand was withdrawn. She felt lightheaded. She wanted him to touch her.
"Undress." he commanded.
Willow took a deep breath. She unbuttoned her shirt.
"Slowly....we have all night...." he promised.
She slowed down. She saw the blindfold in front of her face before she got the third button unfastened.
"Put this on...it might help." he whispered.
She took it and tried to put it on. His hands touched hers and sent a shockwave of pleasure through her. He fastened it. As soon as she was in that familiar darkness, her nervousness disappeared. She could no longer see anything but the faint rays of light around the edge of the blindfold. She smiled. It was as though she were free to do as she wished.
She finished unbuttoning the shirt. She let it fall from her shoulders. She reached up and ran her fingers underneath the strap of her bra. Slowly, she slid one down, then the other. She undid the fastener, but kept it against her. She slid one hand over her breast, wishing it were his. She let the cup fall away, baring it to his eyes. She repeated the action with the other. Soon, the bra joined the shirt on the floor. Her nipples stood hard against her pale skin. She ran her fingernails across them, caressing herself. She heard a movement in front of her as the chair moved. She felt powerful. She was in control. She unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She was now standing in front of her lover wearing only her panties. She could feel her wetness seeping through their thin material. She brought her finger up to her mouth and licked it, sucking it in. She knew she had his attention. She took it down and ran it over her nipple, moaning slightly at the contact. She then let it trail down her slim stomach to the top of her panties. She reached down and ran it over her wetness, still keeping her panties on. Again, she moaned at the touch. She brought the finger back to her mouth and licked her juices off. She heard the chair pushed back. His hands went around her waist and his mouth claimed hers.
She was pushed back onto the bed. She felt him rip her panties off. The feeling of control was lost as he ran his cold hands over her body. She begged him to touch her. He ran his fingers lightly over her center, managing to avoid her thrusting. He trailed small nips along her face down her throat to her breasts. When she felt his tongue lap at her nipple, she whimpered. She felt him move. Soon, he entered her in one deep thrust. She felt complete. She began to push up against him wildly. She needed to cum. She felt his hands grip her waist, halting her. He began a slow, deep movement. It was driving her crazy. She felt her muscles tighten around his pulsing cock. She heard him groan and smiled. He was as affected as she. She hated not seeing his face...not seeing his eyes as he came. Again, she wondered who he was. Soon, her body began to shake. She cried out as her orgasm hit her. He kept thrusting into her. It was like one huge continuous orgasm. His thumb rubber her as he thrust once more, spilling himself deep inside.
"Oh luv..." she vaguely heard the words whispered against her breast as she slowly fell asleep.
* * * * *
When she woke up, it was almost 5 am. She looked for the note. There it was.
Willow-----You're amazing. I almost didn't leave....I'll be in touch.
She closed her eyes, seeing the words.....remembering
their night together. Why did he leave her?