at your mercy

I was lying in my bed, in and out of sleep, half dozing, half thinking. I tried staring at the ceiling and I tried closing my eyes. Nothing worked. So I just lay there and let myself drift along in the sea of down and warmth. I had fallen asleep finally when I awoke to feel hands on mine. I was being tied to the headboard. I opened my eyes, but saw only darkness. I smiled. He had blindfolded me.
I lay quietly on my back as he finished wrapping what felt like silk around my wrists. I was bound to the bed, helpless it seemed, and blinded. My other four senses peaked to make up for it. My skin tingled and I could tell it was extra sensitive now. I could hear him moving around in my room, rummaging in my nightstand drawer. A lazy grin worked its way across my face as I realized what it was he was after.
I felt the feather almost before it touched my skin. I kept it in my drawer for special occasions. I knew I was in for a treat. It was long and black, sleek but with just the right amount of softness. He started with my face. I felt it tickle my cheek and he brought it down my face to my throat. Gently he brushed my neck and my shoulders, the bare skin reacting with goosebumps to the slight touch. From my shoulders, he caressed both of my arms in turn all the way to my fingers and back up to the shoulders again. Then he did it again on the underside of my arms, the skin twice as sensitive. My breathing was shallow and rapid as I became aroused. My flesh was alive and tingling all over as he ran the feather down my chest to my breasts. He took his time with each one, the feather circling my nipples and my delicate skin. I moaned with pleasure as he lingered over my breasts for what seemed like an eternity. I could feel my nipples proudly erect under the influence of the feather. My breasts fully stimulated, the feather began its descent to my stomach. I could feel him brushing my soft skin in circles with the lightest of touches. He used the feather to circle my belly button and to drift down from there to my fleshy mound. He teased me forever, caressing my inner thighs, my hips, every inch of skin he could cover that wasn’t my pussy. He trailed it all the way down to my toes, stopping to pay particular attention to the underside of my knees. It tickled and I giggled out loud. As my punishment for laughing, he smothered my lips with his in a deep and maddening kiss. I felt his nakedness against me, not having realized until then that he had already removed his clothes. I was very excited and I wanted him right then and there. But I knew I would have to wait. He would make me wait. He withdrew from me to continue torturing me with the feather. He would not stop until all of my skin had been touched and tormented by it. I writhed around my bed, my hands bound over my head. My lower body was all that I could move. I rolled my hips around, secretly knowing it would drive him crazy. I pictured him watching my naked body moving so provocatively so near him. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. But still he made me wait. When the exquisite agony of the feather had been exhausted I heard him set it aside. The bed shifted under his weight and I shivered with delight at the idea of what was to come next. He followed the exact path of the feather except this time with his tongue. Every inch of my being was aroused by now. His tongue circled my nipples and he bit playfully at them. I squealed with pleasure as he did this. His tongue followed my stomach down to my belly button and finally to my pussy. He teased me again over and over, kissing and licking me everywhere but the one spot I so desperately needed it. I could feel how wet I was, how much this trick of his was working. I ached inside, dying for him to be inside of me. “Please, baby,” I begged him. “Please…” I trailed off in the middle of my plea as I felt him shove his tongue into me. I gasped as he found my clit and began to play with it. I was bucking all over the place. He had to hold me down so he could lick me properly. He stopped and crawled on top of me. He kissed my lips and then straddled me. I felt his cock against my lips. I flicked my tongue at it and heard his sharp intake of breath. I knew what he liked. I played with him with my tongue, teasing him before finally taking him full in my mouth. I wanted to stroke him while I sucked him, but my hands were still bound. I wondered what it looked like to him, me tied up and helpless with his dick shoved in my mouth. He was soaked with my saliva as I moved my mouth back and forth over him. He was hard as a rock and I wished I could see his face as I sucked him. But there was something about the mystery of not being able to see, of having to imagine what he looked like just then. His hands held my head to him so that I could not pull away. He would have me until he was finished. I was so aroused from being blindfolded, my senses toying with me, that I thought I would burst if he didn’t fuck me soon. I thought the fire from my loins would be enough to ignite my entire apartment at that point. Just then, he pulled himself out of my mouth and I felt him lifting my legs. Before I could even take a breath he was pounding into me. I screamed out loud and I clamped myself around his dick, tightening for him. He lifted me up by my ass as he fucked me, letting him plunge deeper and deeper inside of me. I could see stars behind my blindfold; I was at the height of ecstasy. I longed to rake my nails down his back but my arms were tied tightly. I could not wrap myself around him as I longed to do. But he could have me however he wanted me. He bit into my nipple and I groaned. He pounded me, fucked me, and ravaged my body. His finger found my clit as he thrust in me and I was in exctasy. I came what seemed a thousand times. I knew he was close but I never wanted it to stop. It was so hot and slippery. I heard him grunt and knew it was time. With a few final thrusts into my tight pussy, he came inside me. I felt him fall down on the bed next to me, utterly exhausted. I could hear his heavy breathing and I was doing some panting of my own. It was amazing. He reached over and untied me.