Underneath

The rooms dark as we enter. As my eyes adjust to the gloom, an incredible sight unfolds before me. A young naked woman kneels on her haunches, masked and bound. I see the rope that restrains her is connected to a chain, which is itself, bolted to a steel plate in the floor. The mask is made of feathers, giving her the appearance of an owl. Her hands, bound together in front with silken scarves. “Who’s that?” I whisper to Harry.

He draws me close so we’re not overheard. “Not a who, a what,” he murmurs. “she belongs to someone.” The lights change and suddenly she’s lit from beneath…and I have to say she's beautiful. Like a bird, briefly captured in a car headlight. A man walk over to her and pulls the chain. The woman moves elegantly onto to all fours. The man strokes his hands along her back cupping her round buttocks, parting the mound to look at her. Then he begins to touch her between the legs, sliding fingers in, then out again.

Harry stands behind me, his arms hugging my waist. I feel the heat rise from his skin, clearly turned on by what he’s seeing. Then, the man picks up something long and plastic, I’m so absurdly innocent, it takes me a moment to work out its a dildo. It looks huge! Slowly, he works it inside the woman, then begins drawing it rhythmically in and out of her body. The woman flexes her back, moaning quietly.

I feel Harry begin to firm against my hips. Is this what he wants to do to me? I’m enthralled and horrified in equal measure. As the first man continues behind her, another one steps up to her face and starts to undo his fly. “Lets go,” whispers Harry, and I exhale with relief as we leave the room.

Outside, a woman wearing little more than a thong offers a tray of cocktails. I grab one figuring this party will look a whole lot better with a few drinks under my belt! From another room I hear a woman gasping and groaning with passion. Harry turns and asks, almost shyly, “lets go upstairs?” I smile in answer as we head towards a large spiral staircase; the image of the chained woman still forefront in my mind. Harry leads me down an ornate corridor, looking for a specific room number. (C.3.3) Once inside my jaw drops, the room is amazing! Sort of rock n roll, Regency style, heavy silk swags drape the windows with hand painted wallpaper creating a frieze around them. Its a woodland scene, with ancient trees, dappled light…an owl peeping from a high branch. In the centre of the room is an enormous four poster bed. Its completely over the top and flouncy, but my eyes are instantly drawn to the metal loops fixed to the bed frame…restraints.

Harry pulls me close and kisses my neck, “do you want a bath?”

As you’d imagine, the bath is mental. Sort of Harry Potter opening his golden egg style. I sink into the bubbly water, putting my face straight under. Tonight has been a lot to take in and I’m sure its not over yet. I bob up to breathe just in time to see Harry, naked about to get in. His muscles are elegantly defined, long smooth limbs punctuated with mysterious tattoos. I could eat him! (with or without ice-cream)

Quickly, he pulls me in for a kiss and our bodies slide slickly together as we sink underwater. No sound, no air, just him…and he’s all I need. His words ‘I want one,’ swirl in my head, along with the vision of the chained woman. Could I hand myself over so completely?

Out of the bath, I lay on the bed, fascinated by this man. His mouth already moving to my breasts. He takes the delicate tip in his mouth, traces his tongue around the edge. I burn to take him inside me and reach for his firm dick. He takes my wrists and pins me down, “If you start being naughty I’ll have to tie you up!” he says with a wink.

“So I don't get to do anything to you?” I say miffed. Harry laughs as though I'm being absurd. “You do something to me every-time you look at me!” My heart jumps, does that mean he’s falling for me too? I grab him, kissing his lips desperately.

“OK!” he grins, “you had your chance!” From the bedhead, he unhooks a pair of handcuffs. “hmm,” he starts, “I wonder where the key is?” Taking my wrist he snaps on a cuff. “I guess we’ll worry about that later!”

Ⓒ SphinxWriter13 2017

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