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“We’ll have to do something about the mess you’ve made, but
it can wait. Right now I have to stroke this pretty, bald pussy.” Before she
could defend her clutter or not, Hamish stood, lifted her into his arms and
carried her up a grand staircase until they were on the top floor.

Grace knew she wasn’t as light as a feather, so the man had
to be incredibly fit physically. There’d been no huffing or puffing while he
carried her up three flights. He didn’t drop, shuffle or pause on the way to
catch his breath.

She was very flattered.

Hamish opened a door, stepped inside and leaned back against
the panel to close it. She still hadn’t looked away from him. The man was pure
magic for her. She didn’t ever want to leave his arms, not when he made her
feel so much the woman to his man.

With his back to the door, Hamish slowly lowered her until
her bare feet touched the floor. The room was dark and he kept her pressed
against his body while kissing her softly and stroking his hands down her back,
over her ass and back up again. Possibly he did it on purpose, and maybe he
didn’t know it, but with that single, all encompassing stroke he left her
feeling cherished. When his hand traveled over her body again, she knew this
was where she was meant to be. In his arms. After what felt like an endless
time embracing, he stopped and lifted his head until their lips were a breath
apart.

“I want you to walk around and explore the room.” He sounded
so serious. She felt an arm move away from her back. The lights came on low and
yet still bright enough to be able to see clearly.

“Why?” She didn’t want to leave his embrace to see a
playroom. From past experience, rooms set aside for sex games were all pretty
much the same. Well, except this one was upstairs rather than down.

“It’s important to me that you be totally at ease in this
room, that you have some sort of reference of what’s here, I want you to know
there’s nothing to be afraid of. Soon enough you’ll feel vulnerable and that’s
good, it’s expected. What I don’t want is for you to ever be fearful. Not with
me and not in this room.”

Grace listened to what he had to say and could see his
point. Nodding her assent, she slowly turned away from him, now eager to take
in the details. No matter what preconceived ideas she had about what she’d
find, she wasn’t prepared for what was actually there.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered without taking her gaze away
from what was laid out before her. This was a space where the bondage equipment
he had placed around the room fit as easily as a Chesterfield chair would.
There were no hard edges or cold concrete floor. This was a space set aside for
indulgences of all senses.

On taking her first steps, her toes sank deep into the
thickly piled, dark-brown carpet. It was softer than what she believed a cloud
would feel like. When she reached out to touch the wall, she couldn’t stop
herself from stroking the rich chocolate padded leather. There was an
intriguing texture, feeling cool and soft as butter under her fingertips.

Taking her time to absorb everything, she walked across the
room while enjoying the soft flooring beneath her bare feet. Lost with where to
start, she made it simple and headed toward the long wall opposite the door
they’d entered. The wall was covered from floor to ceiling in voluminous black
velvet drapes, pooling decadently on the floor. Finding the center opening, she
slipped behind it and had to giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, it’s just a childish whim to play hide and seek
with a gorgeous man in this incredible room.”

“I think we can manage to play an adult version of the
game.” The laughter in his voice trickled along her nerve endings and kept her
needs teetering on the point of spiraling out of control.

A blush covered her face as she realized how close to the
edge she was. There’d be no more delays, she was too anxious for their intimate
time together to begin. Walking out from behind the drapes, her body quivered
for his attentions. This was definitely a sensuous room fully equipped for
playing erotic games. In her opinion, the color choice was all Hamish, dark and
mysterious, but also lush, warm and very sensual.

Grace walked to the left and sent a hanging black leather
swing swaying. She enjoyed the confinement and pleasure such a toy offered. As
she made her way to the right, she couldn’t stop from brushing her hands over
the black silky-soft bed covering. It was huge, three or four feet high and she
was tempted to spread out atop this seductive piece of furniture and lure him
away from the wall.

But no, she’d wait for his directions. Surely her restraint
would be rewarded with even more pleasure. While working to keep this mindset,
she continued to take in her surroundings. There were no bedside tables, but as
she walked back toward the center of the room, she stroked a finger over an
onyx lacquer cabinet. It was the same height as the bed with sliding doors on
the front and various push buttons along the top. There was a matching piece at
the head of the bed, making it an angular sleigh bed shape.

On her way back to his side, she looked around the room
again. There were other pieces placed around the perimeter, and as she moved to
check them out more closely, she saw them. In the center of the room, hanging
from the ceiling were a set of chains and what looked to be cuffs dancing at the
end.

“Stand beneath them, Grace.” At the sound of his voice, she
looked over with a smile. Of course he recognized what had caught her
attention. Feeling a naughty streak burble up, she added a sway to her hips
because she knew he was watching every move she made. It was a good thing she
was comfortable with her body. It was a woman’s form, full of curves, and she
loved every inch.

Once she stood beneath the hanging apparatus dangling out of
reach, she stopped and waited for him.

Instead of coming to her, he discarded his coat and tie,
folding and placing them on the chest to his left. His eyes never left her
while unbuttoning his cuffs and shirt, finally pulling it off. Again, he
carefully folded and put it with the rest of his clothes. With her mouth watering
and pussy pulsing, she couldn’t help but notice he was a very tidy man. After
he removed his shoes and socks, dropping them where he stood, she held her
breath, waiting for him to finish undressing.

Having felt his hard-on pressed against her and holding it
in her hand, she was eager for him to take down his pants so she could see his
cock firsthand. She shouldn’t have been surprised when he didn’t do what she’d
expected, and yet she was groaning under her breath with disappointment.
Instead of taking his pants off, he turned to the side and pressed a button
that dropped the padded cuffs with a metallic clinking sound. She looked them
over before reaching up and touching them.

“They feel very soft.” She wasn’t sure why she was
whispering. Maybe it was having the cuffs drop before her that made what they
were about to do very real.

“Like I said, I’d never want you harmed.” He pressed another
button and a spotlight lit directly on her while the rest of the room fell into
inky blackness.

“Hamish?” She heard the nervousness lacing her voice and was
surprised by it. In a bid to calm herself, she raised her eyes back to where
she’d last seen him, except now it was too dark to see anything.

“It’s all right, don’t be scared. I want to see you, only
you and your passion.” He stepped into the light so she could see him. Once he
placed his hands on her, held her close so she could hear his heart beat, she
felt more at ease, or as much as she could be while turned on as much as she
was.

“Are you ready?” Hamish leaned back and smoothed his hands
over her back as he spoke.

As if there’d been any doubts about what she was going to
do. Grace eagerly nodded, ready for whatever came next.

After her assent had been given, he turned her around and
dropped a gentle kiss on her shoulder. When his hands left her, she saw them
reappear in front of her, reaching up and bringing the cuffs down. Without
saying another word, he opened one cuff and patiently waited for her to place a
wrist within the soft cushion. There was no question in her mind what this man
had to offer was what she wanted and moved her hands forward to be locked
together. Once both wrists were secured in the suspension cuffs, he spoke from
over her shoulder.

“Are you all right, Grace?”

“Yes, yes, they’re comfortable, secure.” Slowly he released
her hands and they stretched up above her head. She wasn’t being pulled,
although it would definitely take effort for her to bring them back down.

Restricting her body’s movements turned her on. Anticipation
of what was about to happen took over. Her breathing sped up and her pulse
increased rapidly with need. All of a sudden she felt cold and nervous, while
on the next breath, hot and needy. It was this mixture of emotions found in
bondage and domination play that kept her coming back for more.

“Okay?”

“Oh yes, Hamish, yes. Everything is wonderful.”

With her answer, he stepped away. In an instant she missed
his presence. She could hear a rustling sound behind her and knew he was still
in the room, although nowhere near enough for her liking. It sounded like he
was breathing more heavily and this from a man who hadn’t been winded by
carrying her up the stairs.

There was no point in looking over her shoulder to see what
he was doing, because it was too dark to see anything. Instead, she tested the
straps attaching the cuffs to the ceiling by putting her weight on them. It was
spectacular to not feel much give or take, to have her muscles fight back.

As she played with the cuffs, he reappeared in front of her,
only this time he stood just outside the pool of light. Despite not seeing him,
she knew he was watching her intently with his golden gaze full of fire. He
must’ve done something while her attention had been diverted because the straps
holding the cuffs started to lower.

“To your knees, lass,” he said while unfastening his pants.
She couldn’t move a muscle. Finally she was going to see all of him and
couldn’t think beyond that. The hand on his zipper paused until she sank down
to her knees, then he continued speaking.

“Are you ready to suck my cock, Grace? Will you swallow my
seed?”

“Yes, I want to taste all of you,” she answered eagerly. The
whirring stopped, leaving her arms still stretched above her head as she was
settled on her knees, eyes glued to the prominent bulge behind his trousers’
front placket. This was everything she’d thought of since he told her exactly
what he wanted to do with her. No, it was when he’d stepped out from behind the
bouquet. Even last night, while making her angry, he’d set her on fire with
desire and unfulfilled need.

No more! He’d tempted and teased her long enough. Now it was
her turn to work his passionate nature into a frenzy like hers was.

“Open those lovely, plump lips for me. Show me how much you
want my rod in your mouth.”

Like a bird ready to be fed for the first time, Grace
eagerly opened her mouth. Her eyes never left what continued to remain hidden
from her. She wanted this, to please him, thereby finding pleasure for herself.

“Beautiful. You’re incredibly stunning.” The zipper sang and
out burst his hard, thick, rigid cock. It was like she thought earlier. There
was no way she could take all of him in her mouth. He was too large for that.
She would, however, happily manage and feast upon every inch she could take,
with a great deal of delight.

Hamish stroked her neck until she looked up toward where she
thought his face would be. Although he was lost in the dark, she knew she was
at the center of his attention. He would be as much into this first personal
touch as she was.

“Do you want—”

“Yes, I want.” Leaning forward, she used the tip of her
tongue to tease the large, hard balls tucked up beneath his stiff rod. She
sucked one into her mouth and gently played with the vulnerable flesh. Her
mouth was full of him. She enjoyed how his moan reverberated down and around
the treasure in her mouth. Grace released the ball of flesh and used her tongue
to soothe the other one before she cradled it in her mouth, hopefully further
enflaming his needs.

Looking up, she wasn’t surprised to find she couldn’t see
beyond his beast of an erection. It stood out from his groin and curled until
it pointed toward his belly.

She stretched up from her knees and tried to catch the tip
with her mouth. She quickly discovered there was no hope for capturing the tool
that way. She extended her tongue and tried to capture his shaft using a new
method, but the strength of his hard-on and how it bent away from her made it
impossible. Because she wanted the tempting rod in her mouth and soon, she
tried again, only to no avail.

“Do you want to suck on my cock?”

“Yes, Hamish, yes,” Grace moaned before continuing with her
acceptance of his very erotic query in the words they both needed to hear.

She enjoyed playing this kind of game and he was an
incredibly sexy dominant to play with. With an aura of power surrounding him,
he stood above her with legs spread wide apart and big bare feet resting on
either side of her legs. The way he handled her, coaxed her feminine soul
forward to bask in his attention. Although she couldn’t see his face, Grace
still looked up at him with eyes and mouth wide open, showing him how much she
wanted to submit to him. With little patience, she waited for him to move his
beautiful rod down for her to cherish.

“Here you go.” Suit pants hanging on, simply because of his
stance, she saw him put what looked like a remote in his pocket before giving
her what she wanted. One of his hands came around and pressed down on the base
of his shaft, lowering it to dance in front of her opened mouth. “Wider,
darling.” He stepped in closer and used his other hand to cradle the back of
her head.

As if she were starved, Grace latched on to his cock and
furiously suckled on the broad crown. Eager for even more, she leaned forward
to take as much of him as she could. He thwarted her by moving his hand down
the length and grasping hold of his cock, leaving only the tip and a couple of
inches for her to take.

A small drop of pre-cum slipped from the tip. She forgot
about being denied all of him and moved on to savor the small taste of him as
it burst upon her tongue. That little sip left her immediately hooked on his
unique essence. There was a hint of salt, otherwise she thought it was purely
male and all Hamish.

Pulling her mouth off the thick pole, she swiped her tongue
over and around the crown, relishing both the texture of his rod and tangy
taste of his seed. With a fierce, hollow-cheeked suction, she slowly slid her
mouth on and off as much of his hard rod as he’d allow.

Her tongue lovingly caressed each ridge it passed over and
treasured every inch he gave her.

“Oh shit!” His hand clenched her hair. “I won’t last long if
you do—”

Grace heard him groan, but wasn’t really listening to it.
She was intent on her goal and that was making him come. She needed his control
to shatter, to have his climax exploding in her mouth. Sucking harder, she paid
less attention to experiencing all of his unique and lush cock and more on
making it erupt. She moaned around him, making sure he understood exactly how
much she enjoyed his plunging repeatedly into her welcoming mouth.

“Baby!”

There was a lewd side to her personality that came out when
she was really turned on. She got off when she was fucked in a wild and wicked
manner. This man must also enjoy his pleasure along the same lines. The words
he used, how he treated her, made her think he did and that made this even
better than she could have hoped for.

Pulling her mouth off his cock, Grace ignored what she
thought was an impulsive pressure from the hand pressing against the back of
her head, encouraging her to take him in her mouth again. Instead, she looked
up into the dark and spoke to Hamish.

“Feed me, lover, I’m hungry for you.” Closing her eyes, she
opened her mouth as wide as it would comfortably go and let her tongue hang out
to rest on her lower lip. It didn’t take long before she felt the tip of his
cock rest on the moist shelf. She opened her eyes and watched as he pumped the
large beastly cock with his fist.

By the fifth stroke he was coming. The first load of seed
she swallowed tingled on her tongue and down the back of her throat. He grunted
each time his cock pulsed and more seed shot forth, bringing sounds of
appreciation from her.

“Shit, baby, you’re fucking hot.” He slowly stroked his
cock, pulling out every drop of cum he had for her to feast upon.

Leaning forward again, her mouth slid over the head of his
cock and absorbed everything about him. His flavor, smell, texture, all called
her wicked nature to the surface. She desperately wanted this man to fuck her,
take her, own her.

“So my little beauty is ravenous for more.” His voice
soothed her, as did his combing the hair away from her face. She knew it was to
provide a better view of her suckling his rod and didn’t blame him one bit. It
was probably both a lovely and lewd picture.

Grace took her mouth off him and spoke between licks laid on
his hardening rod. “Lover, my pussy is wet and very empty. Please, will you
fuck me? Please?”

“Don’t worry. I most certainly will take your sweet little
cunt.” He rubbed his thumb beside her mouth. “But first,” he reached into his
pocket and pulled out a strip of black fabric, “I’ll cover your eyes.”

“Wait,” she whispered.

The silence was heavy for a long minute before he broke it
with a gruff tone.

“Grace, do you wish to say cac—”

“No! No!”

“What then, tell me now or we stop here.”

“Ha-mish?”

“Tell me.”

“I, I won’t be able to see you.”

“You can’t see me now.”

She thought about what he said. His claim was true, she
couldn’t really see him and at no point was she afraid. However, this didn’t
help her understand why she instinctively called a halt to their play. There
was no chance to think it through, not with the incredible passion he built in
her, owning her every thought. Grace forced herself to look inward and search
past the lust racing through her body for why she’d had a moment of doubt. Once
she had control again, she knew the answer and blurted it out.

“I’m sure I’ll miss something important.”

Now it was his turn to be quiet. It was a long unsettling
time made easier because she knew his gaze lingered on her and hopefully could
see that she’d given him her honesty. Despite the seriousness of the situation,
she had a difficult time keeping her eyes from the wondrous sight of his cock
growing harder before her eyes. The first few inches to the tip of his hard-on
still shined from her mouth’s personal attention.

“What if it’s important to me?”

“Fine,” she’d thought about her answer before giving it to
him and then felt a need to add her own condition. “If you promise to take me
without it.”

“Deal.”

“Soon?”

“Yes, my darling lass, soon. But now…” He stepped away from
her until she could barely see his feet and in a blink, they too were gone.
Before another thought had time to settle in her lust-drunk mind, he was there
behind her. The soft, black fabric came over her eyes, completely blinding her
to the already darkened room.

The floor was well padded, soft beneath her knees. This
meant there was no discomfort to divert her mind from what was happening to
her. Her mind was once again entirely focused on the desire controlling her
body. Honey escaped from the lips protecting her slit, coating her upper thighs
with her passion. There was a beat deep in her core, playing out a rhythm that
begged for his interest. She felt him step away from her and immediately missed
his being close.

Grace could hear nothing except his breathing. It seemed
even heavier than before. Maybe she’d managed to ruffle his composure a bit
after all. Just thinking about what she might have done to him made her nipples
stiffen further. She thought she heard a grunting sound, almost as if he was
fighting with someone, but didn’t think it was possible. Surely she’d sense it
if another person was present.

“Hamish, are you okay?”

Another hard, gut level grunt followed by a soft moan came
from somewhere behind her.

“Hamish?” Very real worry laced her call.

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry,” he said, but she could
hear tension and maybe even pain in his voice. Although she wasn’t sure what
she could do if he was hurt, she was tied up after all. Grace listened very
carefully to every sound to see if she needed to call their love play to a
stop. She didn’t want to, but she would if he wasn’t well.

After a short period of time, the air in the room seemed to
change with the sound of rustling. She thought it could be his pants dropping
to the floor and hoped it was. Some more time passed before she distinguished a
drawer opening and closing, followed by what sounded like a cabinet door being
opened, but not closed.

“How are you doing, lass?” The smooth Scottish brogue came
to her and a soft gentle kiss was placed on her shoulder. Oh man, he sounded
okay and still on a lusty path of seduction. Good, so was she. Pushing the
worry aside, Grace was ready for whatever he’d give her and answered with what
she hoped would make it obvious to him exactly where she was in the game.

“Horny.”

“Well, let’s do something about it, shall we?” Laughter
tangled with his words. There’d been no warning, just his hot naked body
resting flush against hers. From behind, he held her hips steady and used his
knees to help widen her stance. Next, she felt him place a soft padded cuff
around her one ankle, then one was put on the other, leaving her legs spread
wider than normal, although not uncomfortably. Testing the range of her leg
movement, she found there was none and her pussy clenched with excitement.

Feeling helpless, she enjoyed bowing to another’s demands
and couldn’t stop a moan filled with need from slipping out. She was lost when
his hands brushed her inner thighs, sending gooseflesh spreading across her
flesh.

“Wonderful. I see what you mean. Your legs are sticky with
your juice.”

“Please, Hamish. I’m begging you to hurry.”

“Don’t worry, lass. I’ll take care of you.” Once again, she
felt him move away from her side.

A drawer opened and closed. The whirring sound from the
cuffs sounded and her arms went totally lax. He came up to kneel behind her,
with his knees and legs pressed against hers and his big hand resting on her
back. She started to pant and didn’t care. This was what he’d reduced her to.
Feeling his hardened body surrounding hers was heaven.

Using his hands, he encouraged her to put her head and chest
on the floor, leaving her ass in the air.

“Have I told you what a spectacular backside you possess? It
fills my hands perfectly and is soft as silk.” Hamish smoothed both hands over
her cheeks while he spoke and she preened beneath his attention. “Your derrière
is very seductive when you walk. I couldn’t keep from watching it last night when
you stormed away from me. All I could think of was how this peach-like ass
begged for my personal attention.” He moved in closer, his cock poking about
and making space for itself, thrusting through her plump lower lips and over
her mound where it stretched toward her bellybutton.

“Delicious.” Grace was quickly becoming incapable of forming
sentences. She desperately wanted to feel his hard shaft thrusting inside her,
not outside. No matter how delightful it all was, she was already begging him
for sex.

Suddenly she felt liquid drip along her crack from above. It
wasn’t cold, but she still shivered with anticipation. She moaned with pure
pleasure as he skimmed a thick finger from the top of her split over her
puckered little hole and down until he stopped where his cock spread her open.

“Yes.” She groaned, wanting desperately to ride the hard rod
resting heavily between her legs.

He made a few more passes along the same path before using
two fingers to hold her rear crease open and brought in a third to circle the
tight rosette. Grace held her breath. She knew something was coming, but not
what it might be or when he’d get to it! Lightheaded from all the passion
swirling around in her head, she still needed, wanted, even more with each
touch he made on her body.

Another large dollop of liquid pooled over the small
opening. His finger rested right there, sitting insistently over the tight
hole. On her next exhale he pressed slowly, yet firmly, before burying the
digit down the channel and then pulled it out. Again and again the finger
returned, taking the extra lubricant as it traced her body and encouraged the
friction found in movement to give her a feeling of heat. Even more of the
magic liquid was added with another digit as he continued to methodically tease
her with pleasure waiting to be released.

“Faster, please, faster,” she begged and tried to move, but
all she could manage was a small rocking motion over his cock where it rested
between her legs and the digits in her ass. The fingers stopped moving and
stayed buried deep inside her as he softly swatted a cheek. It didn’t hurt,
although the sound pulled her back from the edge.

“Don’t move, sweetheart, stay still and take what I give
you.” He softened the chastisement by dropping a soft kiss on the pinked spot.

She felt him add more lubricant and work it down her back
passage before he pulled his fingers free. Disappointed with their absence, she
moaned because the right words to ask for their return didn’t come. Before the
frustration could go any further, a solid object rested against the rose and
pressed for entrance.

“Push out, baby, push out and let the smooth egg-shaped
metal ball in,” he whispered while holding her cheeks open. She loved toys.
They added a new facet to her pleasure. “There you go, lovely. One more, there,
that’s it. You’ll love these. They have a metal bead inside them that will
drive you wild.”

He grasped hold of both cheeks and moved them around while
he rocked her over his hard-on. The two spheres knocked against each other and
sent the internal beads he’d mentioned banging against the outer metal shells.
They sent her lust skyrocketing out of control.

“Oh Hamish, I need, oh shit, please—”

Before she could finish telling him what she wanted, he was
gone.

“No!” she cried and continued to rock her body. Even though
it was just a minimal movement, it was both enough and not nearly enough. Her
small motion still managed to send the two anal balls knocking against each
other and yet desperation to be filled controlled her mind. She needed to
spread her legs wider, hands free, something to bring on a release.