Patience

I don’t really know what made me message you that first night.

Dating apps are just not really my thing. I know I’d probably have more success if I didn’t download them for a night, strike up a few conversations, and then promptly delete the app for another six months, but whatever.

I think I’d already had a few glasses of wine when I messaged you. Plus, I had Natalia and Leah egging me on.

You lived close by, you were handsome and well-dressed, and you were looking for something casual, like me.

You had a few of the typical ‘hot guy’ pictures, you rock-climbing, you and a super-cute dog, you at a soccer game, et cetera, et cetera.

But the thing that intrigued me most about you was the chain emoji at the start of your ‘about me’ text.

I’ve always been curious. No, definitely more than curious. I’ve always fantasized about ropes, submission, power play. All of it.

But I’ve never brought it up to any of my partners. I know there’s no reason to be ashamed of it, but… I don’t know. Asking for that kind of pleasure has just always felt… overwhelming. Might be why some of those relationships ended.

Fast forward to now and… here you are… in my bedroom. It’s our third date and there’s a pair of leather cuffs, a padded blindfold, and a leather riding crop laid out on the foot of my bed.

It’s all beginner stuff, which you insisted on for my first time trying something like this.

And as far as things between us go… it’s pretty much entirely been sexual in nature. There’s definitely attraction, but I made it clear early on that I’m looking for sexual gratification more than romance.

And you, being the resident kink expert, were more than happy with that arrangement.

“Alright. So I think I’m ready to get started. Are you?”

“Mhm. Very, very ready.”

“Eager, huh? Good. That’s how I like you.”

My body is buzzing as I climb up onto my bed and sit on my knees. I wasn’t really sure what to wear for this, so I just went with something simple. Black bra. Black underwear.

I can barely contain how badly I’ve been wanting this. For so many years, it’s all just been fantasies in my head. Scenarios acted out in my mind.

“Put your hands behind your back. I’m going to put the cuffs on now. You know the safe word, in case you want to stop or slow down.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s a lot to put your body… your mind… in the hands of someone else. To… give yourself over. It’s hot, how comfortable you are with me doing this.”

“Well… I trust you.”

“Good. But I’m going to ask you to give me more than just your trust tonight. You’re going to give me all of you.”

“I’m going to put the blindfold on you now…”

It’s a simple thing, being blindfolded. But the details are important to me. Like this one that you’re using. It’s one I picked out for the thickness of the padding and the soft leather strap that doesn’t pull my hair.

I love the way it completely encases me in darkness.

“How does it feel?”

“It feels… good. Like I’m not in control. Like… I don’t know what I’m going to feel next…”

“Is it a good feeling?”

“Yeah…”

“You look incredible right now. You’re trembling a little.”

“I’m excited. There’s a lot of… anticipation.”

“Good. I want you to tell me about everything you’re feeling. Describe it… in detail.”

Your fingers, two of them, I think, caress my neck… sliding slowly down my chest.

You skate past my breasts and your fingers dance over my shoulder… down along my spine. Your fingers are cold. My heartbeat speeds up.

“Everything’s… amplified. Like… my body is extra-sensitive.”

“Mmhm. Do you feel helpless to me? Like you’re surrendering yourself?”

“A little. But… I want to feel more.”

Your hands wrap around my wrists and you gently pull off each cuff. Without letting me go, you guide me down onto my back and pull my hands above my head.

I feel the cuffs go back on each wrist, though this time they’re connected through one of the bars of the headboard.

“How about now?”

“Better.”

“God, you look… I can’t stand how hot you are right now. Spread out on your bed… and I can do whatever I want with you…”

I feel your weight settle on the side of the bed, right beside me. It feels a little strange… only receiving. Forced to lie here and take whatever you want to give me.

But even with how dialed up my nerves are, I feel… at ease. Like I have no decisions to make. Nothing to do but feel.

“I’m having a hard time controlling myself right now. I know that I can fuck you whenever I want… but I want to make you ache for it.”

Your hand slips between my thighs and pushes my legs apart. It’s like I’m aware of each of your individual fingers as they drift along my inner thighs and play at my entrance. Like every touch is setting off a chain reaction, ripples of pleasure going through me.

“You know, not everyone finds it so easy to surrender. Most people’s natural reaction is to resist. You’re very good at giving in.”

“Give me your mouth.”

Your fingers are suddenly at my breast. Squeezing my nipple… twisting it around… pulling on it with firm, insistent pressure.

“Look at you. That’s like torture, isn’t it? Getting so desperate… you want more, I can tell.”

“Yeah… yeah, I want more. H-harder…”

“I’m going to… give you just a little bit. Just a taste of what you want… what you’re craving.”

You pull your fingers away from my folds and leave me flushed and breathless.

Your teeth bite down against my inner thigh. Marking me… I can’t wait to see what those bruises look like in the morning.

“So beautiful. Right now, your body is mine. Isn’t it?”

“Y-yes.”

“Say it.”

“My body is yours.”

“Very good.”

My toes curl up as I strain a little against the cuffs. Not to get out of them, but just to process the waves of sensation going through me right now.

“Do you know what my favorite part about all of this is? That you don’t need a bunch of toys or floggers or whatnot to cause the most intense sensations.”

“I can make you have the most intense orgasm of your entire life… just by denying you what you want.”

“Please…”

“Look at you… that gorgeous body tied down. All you can think about is when I’m going to touch you again. When I’m going to… give you pleasure. And when I’m going to take it away…”

“Oh, fuck…”

“It’s more intense, isn’t it? When you’re helpless to what’s going to happen next. For how long.”

“Please… oh my god, please, fuck me…”

“Mm god, you have no idea how hot you are when you beg. I wish you could see my cock right now. Well, I guess I can let you feel it.”

I feel your weight leaning forward, your hands holding yourself upright on the bed beside me. Your cock presses right up against my pussy. Just… rubbing against it.

“You made me so hard… just lying there… making those little noises. Should I give you a little more?”

“Yes, please—please, fuck me. I want… I want you…”

“I know you do.”

I feel the tip press up against my entrance. And you… fuck… you push yourself in me. Just a little bit. Just enough to make my pussy clench.

“Do you feel that? You feel how hard I am? That’s all from you. What you did to me.”

Your hands clasp around my hips and pull them up off the bed as you slide deeper and deeper into me.

I can tell you’re trying to go slow, trying to tease me still, but you’re losing control. Your hips moving faster, thrusting harder into me. As much as you deny me, you can’t help but fuck me.

“Oh, fuck… fuck, your pussy is squeezing me so tight…”

Your hand is suddenly on my cheek and your thumb slips between my lips. I wrap my lips around it and suck, hard.

“That’s it… oh, god, that’s it. This is what you’ve been craving, huh?”

“Oh, god, come back. Please, please, keep fucking me…”

“Oh, you have no idea how good that feels to hear you say that. But you can wait. I know you can.”

“Remember what I said? The most intense sensations… those come from waiting.”

I pull at the wrist cuffs until they bite into my skin, just to feel something other than desire and desperation. I squeeze my thighs together, just to get a little relief.

“You’ve been very good for me tonight. I want to reward you for that.”

You grab gently onto my jaw and hold it still.

“Oh my god, yes, yes, please… please, I fucking need it…”

“I know you do. And I’m going to give it to you.”

“I want you to count for me, down from five. Ready?”

“Five… four… thre—”

“That’s it… You want my cock?”

“Yes—yes—”

“Just let go… let go and cum for me. That’s it…”

Every inch of my body feels exposed. Raw.

My mind is… blank. And there’s just… complete… euphoria.

I hardly know what’s happening as you crawl up onto the bed next to me. You release my hands from the cuffs and pull me into you and the blankets up to our shoulders.

“You might feel a bit out of it for a little while.”

It feels impossible to keep my eyes open, but I look up at you, the stubble on your cheeks, the single thin silver chain around your neck. Holy shit.

“I feel… Yeah. That was great.”

“Good. Fantasy fulfilled, I hope.”

“One of many.”

“I mean… this is just our third date, technically. So… imagine what we’ll be doing by the fifth.”

“I look forward to it.”