He returns to the bedroom, where I’m as he left me: face down on the towels. He opens a bottle of oil containing male pheromones and puts some in the burner by the bed. He watches me start to move on the bed, my senses heightened. He places his mouth at my ear and tells me to relax and trust him. The room is dark but not dark enough, as he slips our play blindfold over my eyes and then rests my head back down on the silk-covered pillow. All the time he is talking to me telling me how lucky he is to have me and how much he loves my body. I feel the massage oil as he trickles it over my shoulders and down my back, and I move and squirm, making some of the oil run off me.

His powerful voice startles me. “Now look what you have done, I want you to keep still. I am going to have to restrict your movement.” I feel him lift my arms. Taking pre-prepared silk ties, he slips them over my wrists, one at a time, and then my ankles. He secures them to the bed top and bottom. I can feel him looking at me lying there so vulnerable, as he tells me: “Relax, my darling, and enjoy.”

He runs more oil down over my back and then I feel his hands start to massage me, starting with my neck and shoulders and working in deep smooth sweeps down my spine. His hands, re-oiled, then sweep down my thighs and calves, breaking any tension I hold there. He then drips oil onto my ass and works my cheeks in both his hands showing me how much he loves massaging me and how much it means to him that we include it in our lovemaking.

I feel movement as he straddles over me, taking the weight on his hands and feet and lowering himself so that his cock, now hard again, runs over my smooth skin, over my back, sliding down till it meets the well oiled crease of my ass. He drops down gently onto me and rests the length of his cock along the inside of my ruffled pink lips. His hands continue to massage my back as he presses his hardness along the length of me. He leans forward and bites my ear, nibbling it, hearing me moan beneath him.

He asks, "Would you like me to fuck your ass again darling?"

I know he is smiling as he laughs a little by my ear and tells me, "Oh no, not yet, I have much more in mind for you."

He slips the bindings off my wrists and ankles and tells me to turn over. As I turn over he re-ties my ankles, then moves up my body slowly. Kissing me gently, he re-ties my wrists. He can sense how turned on I am now, as I raise my head to him trying to force a more passionate kiss.