Then, darkness fell for him.
Adam sat in the unyielding and armless chair, acutely aware as his remaining senses
heightened. The silk of the blindfold only served to emphasise the tight grip of the restraints securing his wrists behind the chair's back. All at once, Eve's proximity felt incredibly potent, the faint sound of her breathing suddenly deafening. The scent of her perfume, the cool draft against his skin, his very presence in the room, everything felt magnified. Everything except his sight.
The chair had been placed at the foot of the bed, facing the headboard, where he had waited quietly as Eve bound him. Wrists first, then his ankles secured to the chair legs, and finally the blindfold. He had been permitted to watch the process of his own restraint, but nothing more; his own surrender was the final image allowed to him before she took control. Kept from undressing, he was still wearing his dinner jacket.
"You may not watch, speak or touch yourself. Understood?" Eve asked, tracing a finger up his thigh. Adam nodded slowly, fighting to suppress a gasp at her touch.
She trailed the same finger up his torso, over his chest and across his neck, before turning back toward the bed. He tracked her movement by ear, the click of her heels softened by the carpet.
He heard the whisper of her underwear sliding down her legs and the rustle of the duvet as she reclined, shifting closer to him. Adam's pulse thudded in his ears as his body began to rebel against the confinement. He ached for her, a fact she knew all too well and one she had no intention of indulging. Not yet.
Eve positioned herself at the absolute edge of the bed, propping her shoulders up with pillows so she could look down and watch him strain to see her. His frustration was her ultimate turn-on, and she intended to torment him until he reached his absolute limit, and then push him further.
She spread her legs wide, resting a foot at each corner of the mattress. Had he been able to
look, the sheer explicitness of the view would have stolen his breath away. Instead, he heard the unmistakable friction of skin on skin and the deepening of her breath as Eve began to explore her own body before him. Adam’s frame stiffened in response, his arousal completely obvious beneath the wool of his suit trousers.
A soft moan escaped her as she rolled a fingertip over and around her nipple. She carried the finger to her mouth, sucking on it wetly and loudly before returning it to her breast, whilst her other hand began to drift further and further down her body. As her groans grew louder, Adam's desperation mounted. And through it all, Eve’s eyes never left him.
Her left hand pinched and squeezed her breasts, whilst her right hand finally slipped between her thighs to find her own wetness.
"Oh, fuck..." Eve murmured, smirking at the sheer effect she was having on him. She tilted her hips, sliding a finger inside her pussy, whilst using her other hand on her clitor. Adam bucked against his bonds as the frantic pace of her movements increased; Eve watched him, smiling, offering him a spectacle he could only imagine.
She was pleasuring herself with agonizing slowness, teasingly altering her pace. Speeding up, pausing, speeding up again, writhing, and crying out loudly, sustained entirely by his frantic sexual torment. His ragged breathing mirrored hers perfectly, catching the air in time with her pants simply to forge the only connection left to him.
His heart hammered against his ribs as he heard her draw a sharp breath, the initial wave of an orgasm seizing her body. She had stopped looking at him now, her eyes were clamped shut, her head thrown back. She was going to come right in front of him, purely to spite him.
Using both hands, she was intensively masturbating with her fingers inside and out, Eve let the frantic sensations take over completely, her legs stretched wide and rigid. Her breathless moans merged into a single, long, building groan that grew louder as she crossed the threshold from the edge of the storm into the full, crashing impact of her climax. The sound cut off for a split second as every muscle in her body locked tight, before exploding in pure release.
The orgasm rocked through her frame and slowly dissolved into lingering aftershocks.
Eve lay there, thoroughly spent and satisfied. Opening her eyes, she looked down at Adam,
who was leaning forward as far as his bindings allowed, his mouth slightly open with a volatile mix of anger and lust written across his face.
Catching her breath, flushed and glowing, Eve smiled as she slid off the bed. On still slightly
unsteady legs and high heels, she walked round to his side of the chair and bent down to his ear.
She smeared a glistening finger across his lips and whispered, "I'll be back later."
Adam listened to the quiet pad of her steps across the carpet as she retrieved her black silk
dress, followed shortly by the click of the door closing behind her.
