A Peek At: Tethered Ch. 1

A breeze blowing softly across his curled fingers caused them to twitch, and that one small movement sent fiery flames of pain lancing up his arm. His subconscious struggled to free itself from the darkness, but his eyelids felt unnaturally heavy. The harder he fought to wake, the more he moved; the more he moved, the more piercing the pain became. He latched onto that sensation, forcing his fingers to straighten, using the excruciating agony as a pathway to consciousness. He could feel the muscles in his body awakening, one by one, the flames racing up and down what he imagined to be his viciously struggling torso. In reality, he barely moved at all, though internally he was exhausted from his efforts. When at last his eyes finally cracked open, the blinding white light directly in front of him forced him to close them quickly again with a muttered curse. 

He waited a moment, turned his gaze slightly to the side, and tried reopening his eyes again. He realized that the bright light was merely a lamp, and after his eyes had adjusted slightly, he was able to look freely about the room he was in. His breath seemed to catch in his throat as he glanced first at himself, then frantically around the room. Immediately, several things became very apparent: He was alone, he was restrained…and he was naked. 

Disjointed images flashed through his mind as he tried to reconcile his memories with his current situation. He’d taken his wife out for a quiet dinner late in the evening, dining at a new restaurant she’d previously mentioned wanting to try. They’d shared several amazing pasta dishes, her eyes dancing  with delight as she’d tried each new entrée. He remembered going out on the balcony to dance with her under the stars, remembered listening to their special song. He remembered making slow love to her, the curve of her fingers against her cheek and the softness of her dark hair as she’d drifted off to sleep in his arms.  He remembered smiling softly to himself, cradling his chin against her shoulder….then….nothing.

Closing his eyes, he clenched his fists, once again using the pain to focus himself. Taking a deep breath, he forced down the panic that was threatening to overwhelm him deep within the recesses of his mind. He slowly opened his eyes, letting them run down the length of his arms to his hands. He discovered the causes of his discomfort…long metal cuffs were fit snugly around his forearms on both sides, and obviously his hands had fallen asleep. They were still there, just refusing to be cooperative. There were similar contraptions rigged around his ankles, and a leather strap firmly placed around the top of each of his thighs. He was effectively immobilized, and that was not necessarily a good thing. He snorted softly to himself…it looked a bit like he’d been trapped in one of those sordid porno flicks his wife was so fond of watching. Wouldn’t she just love to see that, her husband all trussed up like a turkey at Thanksgiving? He shook his head slightly, trying to refocus his thoughts. Since he obviously wasn’t going anywhere, he tried to get his bearings by surveying the room around him.

Directly in front of him was a long blank wall, perfectly and unusually smooth; it was completely bare of any decoration at all, except for a small panel on the left hand side that had some sort of buttons on it. To his left was a darkened doorway, and though he squinted hard against the light, he couldn’t tell whether the door was open or closed. To his right was a long row of cabinets, with what looked like a sink, though it was close enough to the edge of his peripheral vision that he couldn’t be sure.  There appeared to be multiple items lying on the counter top, but he was unable to see them clearly from the position he was in. Hearing a slight noise from beyond the doorway to his side, he snapped his attention to finding an escape route.

He took another look down at his constraints, flexing each of his limbs in turn trying to discern some weakness that may allow his escape, but it appeared that even his shoulders had those same leather straps holding him tight against the surface he was tethered to. He scowled in frustration as even his incredibly well honed biceps could barely move a fraction of an inch. It seemed that the only freedom he had at all was the ability to move his head from side to side…He froze, even his breath holding in his chest as he heard the noise from beyond the door again.

He heard the door to his side open slowly. He quickly closed his eyes and sagged against his constraints, hoping that whoever was entering was unaware that he had yet awakened. He slowly cracked open his eyelids, giving himself the barest possible glimmer of sight, hoping to remain undetected. His body stiffened imperceptibly as his brain processed what he was seeing. A woman had entered the room with him, carrying a large pitcher of what appeared to be ice water. She moved with an unconscious grace, appearing to flow across the room as her delicate feet carried her to the counter. She set the pitcher beside the sink, gasping softly as a rivulet of cold water fell from her fingers to the satin skin of her hip.

His gaze riveted to her every movement, he was dumfounded by the fact that she was completely naked. The only decoration on her smooth curves was a tribal tattoo that ran the length of her stomach and curled between her breasts. Her long dark hair was curled over her shoulders, hiding the tops of her breasts from view; he could tell by the full curve barely visible beneath them that they were heavy and well rounded.  As she turned slowly away from him, he couldn’t help but let his eyes continue to trace the tattoo as it curled around both sides of her ribcage, meeting just above the soft swell of her extremely well rounded derrière…He jerked his eyes away from her, suddenly feeling guilty as a school boy caught peeking in the girls’ locker room. He had to be dreaming, that was the only explanation. Did women even reach that level of anatomical perfection in the real world? An image of his wife’s beautifully honed body flitted through his mind, and he had to admit to himself that as perfect as he’d always assumed she was, even her sensual curves couldn’t compare to the vision in front of him. He closed his eyes, trying to resist the urge to gaze again on the stranger’s soft beauty.

Keeping his eyes closed, he could barely hear the soft whisper of her movements as she made her way around the room. Concentrating on keeping his breathing deep and even, he hoped that she’d think he was still asleep. He unconsciously held his breath when he heard her move closer to him, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt her cool fingers press gently against his upper arm. He forced himself to resume breathing, trying to will his body not to react as her fingertips slowly traced over the front of his shoulder. He could feel the chill bumps beginning to race across his skin as he felt her step a little closer to him, perhaps reassured by his lack of reaction.

His heartbeat kicked up a notch as he felt her other hand press up against his chest, her palm sliding softly down his skin as her thumb and forefinger caught his nipple and tugged gently. He inwardly groaned as he felt his body begin to react to her, his long, limp cock slowly stiffening to life as she ran her fingertips down his rib cage and teased them lightly across the rippling muscles on his lower abdomen. He silently reminded himself that he was married, that he loved his wife, and he was a faithful man. Dutifully calling his wife’s smiling face to the front of his mind, he mentally berated himself for being so easily tempted by another woman. His internal voice froze when he felt her lean into him, her soft breath whispering against the flesh of his neck as her nose nuzzled against him, heard her inhale as if she was breathing in his scent.  She must have swept her hair back over her shoulders before she did so because he could feel the slightest brush of her breasts against his chest as she leaned closer. He felt the blood rush down his body when her nipples tightened as they grazed his chest, her quick intake of breath signaling him that he was not the only one being affected.

He felt her hands come to rest on his waist, sliding slowly around him until they lay gently on the curve of his hips. He wasn’t prepared when she suddenly stepped into him, and was definitely not prepared for his reaction to it. In one quick movement, he felt her soft, heavy breasts press fully into his lower chest, the gentle swell of her stomach trapping his hardening cock against his upper thigh, and her nails digging lightly into his waist. He couldn’t stop himself as he quickly sucked in his breath, and his eyes had a mind of their own as they popped open to stare wordlessly down at the petite beauty standing against him. She was easily 6-8 inches shorter than he, her small frame fitting snugly against his taut body, her softness molding to his hard physique. The instant her face raised to his, and he caught his first unobstructed view of her, his breath caught in his chest and all other thoughts were instantly forgotten.

Her finely chiseled features were simply exquisite.  Every single detail of her face was beautiful; from the high slender cheek bones which blended flawlessly into a delicate jaw line, from a pert rounded little nose to a smooth soft chin. Her lips were so full, and looked so pouty and soft, that he could feel his hardness throb against her when he thought of what it must feel like to have them pressed against his own. He stifled a small moan when he saw her teeth catch her bottom lip uncertainly, imagining instantly what it would feel like to have them grazing his heated skin, their fullness sliding slowly over the head of his cock…His brow furrowed as his conscience kicked in; he couldn’t allow himself to think like that, no matter how tempting it may be. Her incredibly long, dark eyelashes caught his attention as they swept slowly from where they’d been resting against her cheeks, and his mind stilled as he looked into her eyes for the very first time.

At first glance, he thought her eyes to be completely white; they were such a pale, icy green that it was hard to distinguish at first. The darkened emerald rings around her irises gave away their defining color, the frosted shade standing out in stark contrast to her softly tanned skin. Their almond shape gave her an almost ethereal appearance, blending with her other features to create an almost painfully exquisite vision of beauty that took his breath away.  Her long lashes swept downward again as she looked to the side, breaking her spell and allowing him to regain his ability to breathe.

His breath left him in a soft whisper, and as it caressed her skin softly, her eyes darted back to his face. He saw them darken instantly with renewed desire, and felt her take a deep breath. He automatically felt his body tighten as her breasts pressed seductively against his chest, and felt her right hand slide up his ribs and over his shoulder as her left leg started sliding up his thigh. He felt her arm and her leg both flex, and suddenly, she was lifting herself slowly and sensually up his body. He realized that there must be something for her to brace herself against on the backstop he was secured to, but that thought quickly fell away as her breasts rubbed languorously against his chest. He did groan out loud when the soft skin of her stomach began to slowly slide against his thickened rod, the sweet friction forcing his softening cock to harden so quickly and completely that it physically hurt him. It was an exquisite pain though, and quickly transformed to a mind numbing pleasure as she reached up with her other hand for a hand hold beside his head. Never had his skin been so sensitive, his dick so overwhelmingly hard, especially with so little preparation; he simply had to be dreaming because nothing in real life could possibly make him that hot, that fast...

To be continued...