Back to the hotel

"And this is our room for the night," he says, holding the door open for me.

The view from here is beautiful. His room looks over the promenade on which he found me, lit by only the old amber lights, and out across the sea. The serenity of the view balances my heart's fluttering in anticipation for what he's about to do.

I feel a pleasing, flowing sensation all over my body. I look down and see the fabric of my dress twisting and contorting as if the fabric were a turbulent whirlpool of ribbons.

I fall for my instinct and try to put my hand on my hips to try to catch the movement and stop it, but I find my hands caught up in the liquid fabric, and pulled tightly to my back as if my restraint were woven into the original design. I struggle to free them and turn to him in shock, partly to assess from him whether I should be concerned, but he just smiles. I shiver as a strip of my liquid ribbon separates and and slides down each of my legs to my ankles, holding them together in place, immobilising them too.

He steps toward me and takes a second to look at me, almost lovingly, as I stand in front of the view, helplessly facing him.

In memory, I've never been in such jeopardy, never stood in front of such power, and the only reaction my body could give me was arousal. No instinct to run any more. Just pure heat. Not only do I trust him to do what he wants with me with all my heart, but I'm in awe of whatever method he will choose to do it.

He walks to me and kisses me. He has one hand on my hip and another on the back of my head, tangled in my hair. He uses this hand to pull my head to the side, baring my neck for him. I feel him wave his other hand as he kisses my neck, making me wobble on my weak knees and unsteady feet. He holds me upright by my hair as his enchantment takes hold. I feel the sensation of his kiss echo all over my body, as if there were 10 of him, kissing different parts of me, about once per breath. At first randomly, the barrage of kisses started to gather like a flock of birds and coalesce towards my sensitive nipples.

I can't help but moan under my breath as the kisses stimulate my entire body, in increasing anticipation as they move towards the very nipples that have been rock hard all night.

The movement of the kisses slow as they approach my nipples, enhancing the sensation of 10 people kissing my breasts. I feel them concentrating around my nipple and just as I expect them on my sensitive nipples they pause, missing a beat before the most almighty pleasure hits. 10 of his lips, all at once, finally give my diamond-hard nipples what I haven't been able to give them all night: attention, relief, and pleasure. I open my mouth involuntarily but another ribbon of my dress snakes along my collar bone and up my neck in time to slide across my mouth, gagging me. My knees buckle with the pleasure and I fall onto him, but he holds me and stands me upright again.

This sensation is unlike anything I've felt before, and I'm enjoying it all as his voluntary prisoner, but when is he going to fuck me? I plead with my eyes.

He waves his hands, and the main part of the dress, still flowing across my sensitive skin like liquid melted off of me along with my underwear, leaving me in just the loops of dress ribbon restraining me - my wrists and elbows, my ankles and my gag. I can't help but squirm as it happens from both the sensation and the nudity.

From my position in the center of the room, I watch him walk to the bed. As he passes behind a bedpost I have to double-take for a second - was he naked before he walked past the post? He climbs onto the bed and lays against the pillows, looking at me for a second.

The last thing I see before the familiar underwater whooshing sensation hits me again, and I find myself no longer standing, but kneeling over his hot body, still restrained at my ankles and wrists. I test them, but they won't budge. I feel his hardness below me.

He puts a hand on my hip and uses it to direct me upwards, and then slowly down onto his member. It feels so natural, but still takes my breath away as I slowly impale myself on him.

He enjoys watching my face for the entire process, reading all of my thoughts from it. I feel another strand of dress making its way around my neck, this time to my eyes. I calmly accept the blindfold.

He has me fuck for him like a beautiful dance. Despite not being able to see myself, I can feel him watching my body move, enjoying it just as much as the sex. I do my best to animate myself as I bounce on him.

After the entire evening of **** and unforced arousal, it doesn't take long for me to cum, but he continues as if nothing has changed, evidently not finished himself.

"Yes James," I moan aloud, before I realise that I don't know his name.

As I feel him pushing into me, my head starts to spin with confusing memories. I can't process them yet, with the barrage of stimulation and stamina needed from me to continue bouncing on him, so I hope they settle into place later.

Soon after, I feel him finish inside me and stop moving himself. I stay held by my bonds kneeling over him, with him inside me, waiting for him to make a move.

"How rude of me."

I have no idea what he could mean by-- "Oh!" The orgasm hits me like a wall. I've never felt one out of the blue like this, stationary, let alone not one this powerful. I shudder, and the bonds let me collapse forward onto him, retreating away from me into nowhere.

I put my arms around him and say, "James, you wonderful, evil, sexy asshole. That was fun."