Everett thought long and hard about what Angel had asked him for. It wasn't something he had done before. It wasn't something he was comfortable with. He knew she enjoyed being tied up, the loss of control that gave you total control.
He enjoyed doing it for her, taking the time to make her body sing. Slowly touching every part of her body, teasing her most sensitive places until she begged for the release he offered. Watching her eyes dilate as she got closer and closer but never quite there. Waiting until she finally gave up all pretense of control and fully surrendered to him before he would let her go. And when she finally did, it was ecstasy for them both, for her as the orgasm swept through her body in wave after wave, for him just hearing her moans and feeling how hard she gripped his hand with each wave.
He thought about the shy, almost timid way she had talked about it. She was scared but also so very turned on by the thought of it. The ultimate surrender to the pain and eroticism that drove her to such heights of pleasure. He could never really do what she asked of him, but he wanted to please her every way she desired, so he thought about it.
Everett is nervous as he checks and rechecks that all his preparations are complete. He double-checks his knife to ensure there are no sharp edges on it. He checks that vanilla-flavored oil is in the warmer. So when he runs the dulled blade across Angel's skin while she is wearing a blindfold, then lets it flow down over the metal, Angel will be able to feel her “blood” dripping down her body.
He hears Angel coming in the front door, so he looks over everything on the small table in the bedroom one more time before he covers it with a large white towel. He lays the blindfold on the towel since he would need it first. Angel calls from the living room of Everett's house, asking where he is. He hasn’t told her why he had asked her to come over, only that he has a surprise for her and that she should wear the robe waiting for her in the bathroom. That is enough of a hint to let her know that he has set up a scene for her and that she would get to let out her submissive side this afternoon.
Everett feels his excitement build as Angel enters the bedroom wearing only the sheer silk robe he had laid out for her. She is his perfection, walking through the door, her long red hair pulled back into two braids, one on each side of her head. Her hazel eyes glinted with the lust waiting just below the surface, always drawing him into her soul. His eyes lower down her beautiful body as she comes closer. The robe hides her perfect breast but shows just enough of her nipples through the silk to make his pants get tight.
Angel stops before Everett, glancing up at the ropes hanging from the top of the bedpost and the spreader bar on the floor before lowering her eyes and taking up the proper submissive form. Her pose breaks slightly as she notices Everett's pants tightness and a slight grin spreads across her face. She quickly straightens out her face, hoping he misses seeing the slip.
Everett stands silently before her as he lets her regain control.
“I saw that, Angel. For that, you will have to be punished,” he says.
Slowly, Everett walks around Angel to stand right behind her. He lets out a long, slow exhale, letting the air brush across the back of Angel's neck. He smiles slightly as he watches the goosebumps rise on her exposed skin. He gently places his hands on her shoulders and slowly runs them down the outside of her arms. At her waist, he slowly slides his hands around her over the robe, feeling her stomach's quick tenses as his hands move. He unties Angel's robe and pulls it open, exposing her front and pulling her back into him with her hips. He doesn’t plan on it, but he must feel her body pressed up against his. The feel of her firm ass pressed against his hardness makes him want to lose control before they have really begun.
Everett quietly regains control as he moves his hand to Angel's shoulders. Once there, he gently pulls the robe off her back and down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. He leans back into her and kisses the back of her neck, moving down to the side and kissing behind her ear. He watches her body to see if she moves the whole time. It is a game they play, him gently teasing her, trying to get her to break character to give them a reason to get to the punishment they are both looking forward to.
Everett tells Angel, "I have something exceptional for you today. Now take your position."
Angel obediently moves to stand in her spot, lifting her arms up so Everett can easily restrain her wrist with the ropes coming off the bedpost. Everett secures Angel's wrist and checks to ensure her arms are pulled up tight, then turns back around to the table and grabs the blindfold.
Coming to stand in front of Angel, he puts his knuckle under her chin. He lifts her face so she has to look him in the eyes and says, "You know the rules, Angel. We only move forward if you are comfortable, and we will stop anytime you say so." Then he asks Angel to verify their system like he does every time. "We are still using the three-light system. What do each of them mean?" he asks.
"Green light means good, Yellow light means go slower or easier, and Red light means all stop," she replies.
Everett smiles at her as he slides the blindfold over her eyes, “What light are we at now?” he asks.
"We are at a very Green light," Angel replies.
Everett leans in and kisses Angel's lips, lightly at first and then harder. He swipes his tongue across them, asking for entrance, and Angel happily agrees. Opening her mouth, she let him thrust inside with his tongue. Everett sucks her bottom lip into his mouth, biting it lightly and pulling, causing Angel to let out a little moan. Everett kisses his way down her jaw and runs his tongue down her neck. Then, he kisses his way down her chest to her tattoo of a barbed wire heart.
He stops there to trace the heart over her heart with his tongue as he brings his hand up to her breast. He squeezes her breast with his hands, each a perfect handful, full and firm, but with enough give to suck them into his mouth as he loves to do. He runs his finger over her pert nipples, feeling them get more rigid with the attention. He pinches each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on them to make them perk up even more. Again, Everett wants to stop and worship such perfection, to spend his day finding every sensitive spot, but this is only the beginning, not his end game.
Everett traces his tongue down Angel's stomach, stopping to kiss and suck on the tender areas as he descends over her stomach's skull tattoo. He stops again at the bottom of her tattoo, tracing his tongue around her belly button and gently pulling on her navel piercing. Angel's moans are getting louder and more frequent the lower he gets and the more he touches her.
Everett continues his journey down her body, kissing his over her snake tattoo to reach the top of her clean-shaven mound. He kisses to the left, careful not to touch her sex as he moves his hands down her sides, over the succulent curves of her hips. As he moves his mouth away from her sex, Angel tries to thrust her hips at him to get his mouth on her throbbing pussy. It earns her a quick slap to the inside of her thigh like she knew it would, causing her to let out an even louder moan. Everett notices as the first drops of her wetness leak out as her excitement builds.
Everett kisses his way down the inside of her left thigh to the inside of her knee. He allows his hands to slide down her leg to her ankle, which he moves to the cuff on the spreader bar, wrapping it around her ankle. The spreading of her legs causes more pressure on Angel's cuffed wrist. Everett quickly does the same for her right leg, causing her legs to spread even more.
Standing up, Everett takes the time to admire Angel's beautiful body. He can never get enough of it.
"What light are we at now, my pet?" Everett asks.
In a breathy voice, Angel answers, "Green light, master."
"Good because the real fun is about to begin," Everett replies.
Everett turns to his table and carefully pulls the white towel from the items he had prepared. He picks up the riding crop that would set the stage for what would come. He turns to Angel and slowly runs the riding crop down her jawline.