Eraser by Megan Keith

accessible front opening, strapless bra today.  She lifted her back slightly so he could pull the material away from her body.  She was now completely naked and laid bare for him.  Only the blindfold and the handcuffs remained. 
    The music surrounded her as she waited.  She felt intoxicated, she felt needed and wanted.  She also felt in need and wanting , in a way that she had never felt before.  And yet he wasn’t touching her.  It was driving her crazy.
    The music continued and she became more restless as he remained apart from her.  She needed him.  The song went on and on.  The last strangled moans of the guitar hurting her ears, it was so loud.  And then silence.  Nothing.  She didn’t know where he was in the room, the song had ended and he was playing mind games with her.  She felt frustrated and was about to yell out to him when the music again began to play.  The same song repeated, the beatings of a man at the beginning of the tune making her heart rate spike with anticipation.
    Why i sn’t he touching me?
    Please touch me , she wanted to beg .
    And then he did, he touched her and her heart sang at the contact.  His hand gently ran up the length of her body, from the arch of her foot, along her calf, the inside of her thigh… he missed the spot she needed him most and moved to her hip instead.  His light fingers trailing along her side before stopping at her breast.  He grabbed a handful and squeezed softly and then she felt his hot lips circling her nipple.  He sucked it into his mouth and bit it gently, causing a bolt of pleasure to run down to her core.  She arched her back on a moan.  His free hand forcefully pushed her hip back against the mattress.  And then he was covering her.  Finally she felt his body on top of hers.  He was naked now and she could feel the hardness of his cock against her thigh.
    He was heavy and made it difficult to move, but she tried anyway, she needed that friction between them.   Again he evaded her.  Trailing kisses down to her stomach, he moved his body to between her legs and then his lips were on her pussy.  His tongue darted out and he licked at her clit.  The huge bolt of pleasure ripped through her and she almost orgasmed immediately.  Of course, he was not going to allow that, she knew without knowing how she knew, that he was going to draw this out as much as possible.  He was enjoying her pleasurable torment, probably as much as she was.
    The song ended and another one began.  Mackenzie recognised it as “Eraser” from the same Nine Inch Nails album she had at home.  His tongue teased as his fingers joined it, moving in and out of her at a leisurely pace.  He brought her to the brink of orgasm and then stopped, and he was gone yet again. She groaned her annoyance.
    A moment later, he was pushing his cock into her, slowly and just deep enough to hit that spo t, to drive her to that peak, but not enough to push her over it.  He fit her perfectly, making her feel just the right amount of fullness.  She felt fantastic.  She felt alive in a whole new way, with him moving inside her, slowly and sensually.  He was drawing so much pleasure from her body that she was trembling in anticipation when he withdrew and again settled his face between her legs.
    She felt his breath against her as he took his time working his fingers over her body before inserting his tongue and evoking a moan from her lips.  He laved at her over and over and over again.  Until she was wild with desire, desperate for release and panting with need.  Her hands wrestled above her head and she wriggled her legs, trying to push him closer, to force him to finish her off, all to no avail.  Still the music continued, the long intro dragging out her pleasure and frustration. 
    When the lyrics finally began s he found herself concentrating on the words as if Sir was speaking them to her directly.  “Need you… dream you… bind you… taste you… fuck you… use