"You do, though. You have been searching your whole life because you do believe this man exists. You have avoided thinking about it, but don't kid yourself. You do believe."
Smiling I touch his cheek. Gentle and kind my sweet wildman turned out to be.
"Yes, I know. He is my ideal. A strong forceful man in bed, who takes what he chooses, yet licves to please me. But who isn't afraid of a strong woman in the outer world. Not only not afraid, but proud for her."
We both just sat there awhile.
"How about showing me around a little. I don't remember much from earlier, I was a bit... preoccupied."
I bounce out of the hot tub and grab two towels, wrapping her in the other one. "Of course! Let us start with the first level, through this door and up these stairs. This my entertainment room." There are two large leather sofas on either side of the dark green and wood grain designed room, and they face a large, flat-screen TV in the midst of a lot of stereo gear.
"My fun room," I say. "Movie theatre sound." The walls are decorated with photos of sports action, wildlife and people. The action ranges through all the pro sports, while the wildlife is amazingly detailed and close. The people seem like possible familiy members.
"This is one of my hobbies, photography. I have been lucky enough to see some amazing things."
through a door is the kitchen, huge and modern. Done up in a gentle yellow and blue, the main features are the stainless steel appliances and the large island/stove combo.
"I love my kitchen," I say.
Let's go back down to the second level, I say
We woandered as he showed me around. My tugging at the towel now and again to keep it up on me. Finally giving up and wrapping it around my waist, sarong style. My breasts free to bounce as we walked along.
"Oh god. Your kitchen. You cook too? It's huge. I love a huge kitchen."
I look back at her comment and see her bare breasts. Seeing them stirs something in my cock again, but I concentrate on the tour and lead her downstairs.
"You've seen my bathroom...this is the guest room," I say. The door opens on a large room, decorated with a number of paintings. The colors of the room are vibrant and bright, all along the rainbow, to match the paintings.
A double doors open to a large bedroom done in black and silver, looking ultra modern. The bed is huge, and the furniture has a futuristic look to it. A computer sits in the corner, actually two computers sit in the corner, hooked together, with two large video screens.
"There's more one more floor down, shall we continue? If you;re tired, you can rest...."
"Why the two computers? Wow... what a set up." Shivering for the air in here is a tad chilly, making my nipples hard again. Though the sight of him in only that towel also helps.
"Oh, sometimes I work on a couple of things at once and need the extra computer....are you cold? Here, take this robe, it'll warm you up. Underground it tends to stay cool, and I like it, actually. Easier to throw on a sweater than heating the whole house. Cheaper, too."
I offered her the robe and licked my lips at the possibility of seeing her naked again. Could I be horny again already? What was this woman doing to me?
Hmmm... His robe smelled of him. That strong masculine smell.
"I prefer being chilly too, mostly. Though hot and steamy are good too." Emphasizing the two words, loving the sound of them as they rolled off my tongue. Licking my lips as he rolled his eyes to mock me.
"I am hungry. Where was that kitchen of yours?"
I lead her back to the kitchen, where I rustle up some soup and sandwiches. I lead her back downstairs, all the way to the basement, showing her the indoor batting cage/driving range/putting green, the laundry area and the small pool. I then lead her to a door. "Are you sure you want to see everything?" I ask.
"If you don't mind my noseyness. If you hadn't noticed,..." Lifting breasts to him. "I am a woman, it comes with the package."
Wondering now what I was doing. A strange man, hesitant to show me more of his home. Was I pushing? But what was down there?
I was tempted to kiss those wonderful breasts, but I quickly unlocked the door and opened it, motioning for her to step through.
The amount of leather in the room would have made PETA nervous. All manner of chains, whips, leather masks, outfits and all kinds of interesting sexual devices lined the walls and floor of this room, the centrepiece being a suspension chair hanging from the ceiling.
I waited for her to take it all in.
For the first time in my life. I am speechless, and breathless. At first not getting it, but as I step further in I see more and more. The uses of some obvious, and others completely out of my realm. Taking a deep breath suddenly, realizing I hadn't spoken or said anything I a few minutes.
"Umm. Well." Swallowing again and again. Blushing heavily as I felt my nipples crinkle and a tingling start.
God, what had I gotten myself into?
"I warned you..." I said. I'm quite the collector of things such as this. Someone in my life previously got me started. About 90 per cent of the stuff has never been used, just sitting here waiting."
My throat was dry as I wandered. Fingering a bundle of leather lacings, till I realized they were a whip of sorts. Then turning and facing him, my head down. Turning away again. Wanting to ask, but how? I wandered more. Touching first a padded sawhorse looking thing, then a big x frame. Unable to believe what I was seeing, and touching. Unable to even speak for fear I would sound as strange as I felt.
"Maybe this is a little much right now," I said. "There is much conflict and intrigue mixed in you right now. Perhaps we should go and return another time, hm?"
"Waiting for what?" It is out. What has he waited for, surely he could have anyone he wanted. Anyone. The scent of leather filled my nostrils and I closed my eyes, unable to contiue the isual feast. As I past the swing chair I pushed it, watching how it turned and twisted. To be strapped there, unable to escape his touching. At his mercy. A low moan escaped my lips.
But maybe he didn't want me. He had, had me upstairs, over and over. That was enough maybe. Surely he must have access to sexier woman then mysef. He was being nice by showing me this. Maybe a warning that what I had longed for could so easily, too easily be a trap that caught me tighter then i wished.
I stood behind her, my hand lightly caressing her shoulder. "For you," I said. "I've been waiting for you to come join me here and explore our sensual sides. All this was bought with you in mind, especially the chair. How would you like to be strapped in and be powerless to stop me from licking and fucking you? You'd love it - I know. I know all of it. I can hear your thoughts."
His hand on me makes me jump, making the chair swing wilder. His words... burning into my brain.
Me? Waiting for me? Trembling as they sink in, Knowing he means it, without knowing why. Then the image of being strapped, helpless, unable to escape his wicked imagination flits through me. My breathing shallow as I try not to shake. But his hand slides down my arm, taking my hand and forcing it to my chest,placing it over my heart, so I can feel it flutter.
But I am frightened by this, all this. Too much, too soon.
"Please," turning into his arms. Laying my head on his shoulder and hiding my red face. "Please can we go slow. I am frightened, though..." Looking up at you. "I trust you."
"I know you are, which is why I suggested we leave here and go back upstairs. You can explore this room on your own, later, when you're a little more comfortable. It is quite a bit all at once"