Mia smiled down at the naked body of the man before her.
He was in fair shape and mostly hairless, with a subtle spare tire forming over an otherwise firm stomach. Below-average height, below-average weight, the best looking parts of him where those you would see sticking out from shorts and a t-shirt. The more hidden parts of him were fine, but pale and not as well cared for, although his skin was uniformly supple and healthy.
Her favorite part was his head, which had the recognizable bone structure of a famous actor and very handsome, dark brown hair that almost made it to his shoulders. He was flat on his back now, but when he was upright, the coffee colored locks fell in waves that looked intentional despite the benign neglect it received.
The man lay prone and blindfolded. Between the flaking metal bars of the headboard his wrists were tied. His chest rose and fell in a tight, shallow rhythm. As Mia leaned in close she could see his heartbeat under the smooth skin of his neck. Whenever he felt her come near his breath would catch in his throat, and she swore she could hear his pulse quicken.
"Do you remember our first time?" Her lips were close enough to tickle the invisible hairs on his ear.
"Y-yes..." he managed to stammer. He had jumped a little at her voice suddenly so near, but knew full well that he was at her complete disposal, even if he wasn't tied down.
"You had me tied up just... like... this..." she said, punctuating the last three words by caressing his skin from the arm over his head to his inner thigh. He shuddered. The man had been a top his entire sexual career and it was disconcerting to be on the receiving end. Despite the discomfort of being the one completely out of control he could feel himself begin to harden, much to his disbelief.
Mia noticed too, and smiled in a way that would have sent shivers running up the man's spine, if he could have seen it.
"Well well, I see someone is enjoying our little get together," she teased. He could feel her breath rolling over the sensitive skin of his thighs and pubis now, the other senses heightened by his lack of sight. She could see perfectly, even in the dimly lit room that brought to mind a basement or a dungeon, and smiled to see goosebumps form on his legs. Everything was going just as she'd planned.
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Six months earlier Mia had been an average girl living an average life. She was no saint, but certainly not some kind of kinky dominatrix. She was in college, there was a boy she kind of fancied, she budgeted and grocery shopped, and watched movies curled up on the couch in mismatched pajamas with fluffy pink socks. For the most part she was happy, if not a little lonely.
Then came Gabriel. Gabriel was a surprise, and not just because of what would happen later. They met online, flirted for a few months, then decided to meet in person. Which Mia never did. Despite her apprehension, things seemed to be going well. He was just as charming and easy going in real life as he was online. They walked around an old neighborhood she loved, swung on the swing set in a park, and talked talked talked. Mia's last boyfriend hadn't been the most nicest or most stable person, and it felt good to be around someone so laid back and enjoyable. Kind of like a vacation.
When it came time for Gabriel to check into his hotel, they walked quickly side by side against a cold wind and hurried inside. Which was a shame, as the lights of the city across the river were clear and beautiful. He half-jokingly offered her one of the room keys as they walked away from the concierge desk, but she only laughed.
He entered the room first, walking all the way to the floor-to-ceiling window without bothering to turn on the lights, which he'd later claim he couldn't find, although to Mia it didn't seem like he looked at all. The large window let in white light from the busy riverfront below that illuminated the room in a flattering, diffused sort of half-light. He dropped his bag and looked out the window, smiling at something she couldn't see.
As Mia came closer he turned to her, putting his hands on her small waist. They looked each other in the face, and with a tiny bounce she got up on tiptoe to meet his lips in their first kiss after months of verbal and digital foreplay. He pulled her tight against his body, trying to press every inch of himself into her skin. He was curved over her; his extra half-foot of height amplified by their proximity.
Suddenly he straightened without loosening his grip, picked her up, and dropped her onto the bed.
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