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Blind First Date on Valentine’s Day Ends With Her Tied to His Bed
A “Restraints & Rebounds” Excerpt
I was continuously being blown away by this incredible woman. First, she wasn’t afraid to tease me in the first thirty seconds of our conversation. Then, she didn’t run when I told her I wanted to tie her up in bed. And now she’d let her guard down enough to hand over control of her pleasure to me. Where had she been hiding for my entire life? She still seemed vaguely familiar to me, but I hadn’t gotten any closer to figuring out where I knew her from, if I actually did. Maybe she just had one of those faces.
I had to believe that if she’d been local to Hazy Cove, our chemistry would still be off the charts, and she’d be the exception to my rule against dating in town. There’s no way this type of connection could go unnoticed or ignored. I’d never felt like this with anyone before, and it was a little overwhelming, if I was being honest with myself.
But I didn’t want to think about what that meant. I just wanted to keep enjoying her while I could. She hadn’t said as much, but the fact that she didn’t live in town and didn’t appear to have any plans to move made it fairly obvious that she wasn’t thinking about forever. And that was fine with me.
Our meeting and the direction our date had taken were unconventional, and I had no complaints about the results of the radio contest. Whatever happened after we said goodbye — whenever that was — would be worth the time we had together. Even if all it ended up being was a few days of phenomenal sex, although I could admit to myself that I was already hoping for more than that.
But for now — just for tonight — I had a job to do. I climbed off the bed and quickly stripped out of my dinner clothes. It had been so long since I’d been on a date, I hadn’t been sure what to wear, so I’d opted for business casual. I avoided ties and jackets as much as possible. When I wasn’t at work, you could almost always find me in basketball shorts and a t-shirt, which was my preferred look.
Erin looked so hot in her little black dress, no one had been looking at me anyway, so it didn’t matter if I’d missed the mark. And now we were on an equal playing field in our birthday suits, which made our outfits for the earlier portion of the evening irrelevant.
When I joined her on the bed again, I untied the scarves from the headboard but left them on her wrists. She instantly wrapped her arms and legs around my neck and hips, and I obliged her by pressing my body and lips against hers.
“Mike,” she pleaded. “Please.”
I moved my head to her breast and flicked her nipple with my tongue. “Please what?” I asked, smiling to myself. A deaf man could hear the need in her voice.
“Please fuck me.”
“I love how needy you are,” I said. “But you’re going to have to give me a minute. These tits need some appreciation.”
“Okay, but — ”
Her words devolved into a jumble of sounds when I pinched one nipple between my thumb and finger and swirled my tongue around the other one, following my gentle ministrations up with a quick bite and then licking it again to soothe the sting. I switched so I could pay my respects to the other side, enjoying the way she squirmed and moaned and muttered under her breath the entire time.
“Mike,” she groaned. Her hips jerked up with the final flick of my tongue, and I looked up at her flushed face, taking in her dilated pupils and heavy breathing.
I pushed myself up to kneel between her legs. “Flip over,” I instructed.
She did, and I lifted her hips so she was resting on her knees with her face pressed into the bed.
“Give me your hands,” I said.
Erin reached both hands behind her, and I took the scarves and tied them together, creating a flexible pair of handcuffs to keep her lightly restrained. Her hands rested on her lower back, and I moved in close to her, keeping one hand on her hip so she could feel where I was while the other stroked my painfully hard cock.
“Last chance to back out before I claim this pussy.” I pressed the tip against her folds, ready to go as soon as she gave the word.
She turned to look at me as well as she could, and I loved the way her face was scrunched into the sheet while she tried to give me what I assumed was a death glare. “Is that a joke?”
“I have to offer. Consent and whatnot.”
“If you don’t fuck me right now — ”
I slammed my hips forward, impaling her incredible pussy and turning the end of her sentence into a scream. I would’ve been shocked if she’d turned back at that point. Her enthusiasm so far, plus her encouraging moans and cries and the intensity of her orgasms, were all pretty good indications that she wanted this to keep going. And if she couldn’t feel the chemistry between us, it was because she was intentionally ignoring it. If anyone else had been paying attention to our table in the restaurant or happened to be a fly on the wall in my room, they’d be able to feel it. It was strong enough to fill the air around us and make any other occupants secondhand horny.
After a quick pause to let her adjust to the sudden intrusion, I pulled back and thrust back in, starting a relentless pace that I knew would have us both seeing stars in no time. Her perfect ass was bouncing to the rhythm of our movements, and my grip on her hips kept her right where I needed her to be so I could hit that spot deep inside that made her scream with each thrust.
As expected, her cries soon turned into a high-pitched wail and then I felt her walls clamp down on my cock. My balls drew up, and I followed her over the edge, pumping her full of my cum without a second thought.
And then the second thought hit. “Shit. Erin. A condom. I forgot — ”
“I’m on the pill. And I’m pretty sure I’m clean.”
“I’m definitely clean.” I made sure to get tested regularly, but I’d never skipped the condom before. I’d never even almost skipped the condom. It was always my first thought when I took a girl to bed.
“Then we’re okay,” she said. Her voice was fading, and I could tell she was about to fall asleep, so I untied her before going to grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom.
When I got back to bed, Erin had pulled the blankets up and made herself comfortable. She was almost asleep, but I gently cleaned her up and tossed the rag in the hamper. I climbed into bed next to her and pulled her close. “I’m still sorry,” I whispered. “I never should’ve gone bare without asking. I’ve never done that before.”
“It’s really okay,” she said sleepily. “I trust you.”
I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head on top of hers, soaking in the feelings that surged through me at her words. Part of me knew it was crazy for her to trust me so soon, but I felt the same way. That realization should’ve scared me. Instead, it felt right, and we drifted off with satisfied, happy smiles on our faces.
The next morning, I woke up to visions of Erin in my mind and started planning our next date. Maybe she’d like to go dancing? Or something more casual, like drinks at the bar here in town?
I reached across the bed to wake her up and ask her what she thought — and start the day off the same way we’d ended the night before — but all I found were cold sheets. A quick search of the house and a glance at the driveway confirmed my fears. She was gone. She’d left in the middle of the night.
I hoped the radio show didn’t expect me to do a post-date interview by myself. That would be fucking depressing.
Thanks for reading! This is an excerpt from my new novella, Restraints & Rebounds. It’s part of the Love is in the Air series, which you can find here:
