I laughed and shook my head, “What’s wrong?”
You came into the kitchen, snatching the cup of coffee I had made for you out of my hand. “We were supposed to go out today. The picnic I had planned? Well in case you didn’t know: it’s raining. So no picnic. Instead we’re stuck here.”
I opened the fridge to put the half-and-half away and caught sight of the chocolate syrup. My mind went to an image of you coated in chocolate. I pulled back and smiled up at you, a little glint in my eyes. “Well, staying at home isn’t always so bad. I have something we can try if you’re up to the task.”
You looked down at me and gave a smirk. “Whatever you have in mind I’m game.”
You turned and started walking back to the room when I said, “I’m in charge.”
You stopped. You were the dominant one of the relationship. I had always let you be in charge, however you knew that I probably couldn’t let you down. You set down the coffee cup and crossed your arms as you turned to study my face. I sipped my coffee staring you right in the eyes.
I couldn’t believe how soaked my pussy was at just the thought of playing out my fantasy. You smirked and grunted a sound of approval. I smirked back and said, “Go lay on the bed with your eyes closed. I’ll be in there in a few moments.”
As I heard the bedroom door close I set my coffee cup down with shaky hands. Fuck yes. I’ve wanted to try this for so long.
I opened the fridge grabbing the chocolate syrup.
I put it in the microwave to heat up then went to the closet to gather my supplies. My body blocked you from seeing what I was doing. When you saw the handcuffs in my hands your eyes narrowed. You didn’t protest though. Must be too curious to protest.
After a few minutes you were naked and blindfolded with your hands handcuffed to the headboard and your feet tied to the foot of the bed with some of my scarves. I kissed your lips softly and sat up, straddling you. “You look so good like that.”
“Shush woman or I’ll change my mind and make you let me up.” Your lips were smiling but I could see your forehead crinkled. I kissed the wrinkles and smoothed them down as I felt you relax a bit. The microwave had long since beeped so I climbed off of you and went to the kitchen.
However doubt was clouding my mind and making me rethink things. I think he’ll enjoy this but he’s not as adventurous as me. He has free reign over me, there’s few sexual acts that I wouldn’t enjoy. But I’ve yet to truly discover his boundaries. Well, I’ll stop if he asks me to of course and he knows that.
I poured a few drops of the chocolate on my wrist in the same way mothers check the temperature of a baby’s bottle. I chuckled at the comparison. It was the perfect temperature so I went to the bedroom.
When I reached the bedroom I stood in the doorway for a moment watching you mutter to yourself and tug at your bonds. Try being dominant. He might calm down if you act like you know he’ll love it. I climbed on the bed and straddled your stomach; wielding the warm chocolate syrup in my right hand and stroking your cock with my left.
“You ready, babe?”
You squirmed. Straining against your bonds. I squeezed your cock hard and pulled it upwards making you gasp. “Quit pulling against the bonds.”
“Alright! Fuck, Val.”
I leaned down and kissed your lips softly murmuring, “I promise you’ll like it babe. Just trust me?”
“Do your worst witch.”
I chuckled and sat up, bringing the syrup to both hands. I tipped the syrup upside down over the top of your chest.
As the first drops struck your skin you flinched, “What is that?”
“Patience.”
I kept moving the syrup across your chest and down. I could see your forehead crinkled from concentration. “Are you writing something on me?”
I finished and then answered, “Yes. I just wrote a word on your chest.”
“What is the word?”
I leaned down and whispered, “MINE,” in your ear before sucking on your earlobe.
You shivered and gave a small moan. I kissed my way down your jaw and neck to your chest where I started licking the chocolate off. There was more than one flavor though - it was salty from your skin. I groaned.
“What is it?”
“Tastes so good. You want a taste?”
I didn’t let you answer but attacked your mouth with a passionate kiss. I pulled off and kissed my way back down to your chest to lick and suck up the rest of the syrup as you muttered, “Chocolate Val? You’re being greedy. Combining sex and food will go to your head.