Part I His Anniversary Present

Rob pushed back in his chair, took the napkin from his lap and applied it to his lips. "Fantastic!" he exclaimed.

Adriana smiled at him as she too pushed away from the table. "Terrific," she agreed. "What a great meal."

"What a great year" They were celebrating a year together by enjoying the best seafood the city had to offer - the price be hanged.

"Are you going to have coffee?" She asked, reaching to the floor for her handbag.

"Yes, a meal like that deserves it," he said.

"Order me a coffee, or cappachino if they have it," she opened her purse and pushed an envelope across the table at him. "Happy anniversary. Why don't you read this while I excuse myself." She rose from the table gracefully, smoothed the front of her skirt with a free hand, and strode off to the rest room.

The card showed a single red rose glistening with dew on a black backdrop. Rob never did read the printed message inside (if there was one) as he was captivated by what Adriana had written:

My darling.

We've both noted how hard to believe it is that a year has already passed by. A year ago I would never have believed anyone if they had said how happy I could be. Our love literally means the world to me, and I can't imagine ever being without you.

I know the past few months have been somewhat of a disappointment to you. We've grown in our relationship to a new phase, and much of the passion of our first early months seems to have dissipated. We've been comfortable together. And I think that's great, but I still miss our passionate early lovemaking.

He shut the card as the waitress cleared the dinner plates and nodded at his cappichono order. As she moved away, he resumed reading. His eyes widened at the following lines:

I've given a lot of thought to your hints about taking our relationship to the next level. While you were away a few weeks ago, I logged into your computer and clicked on some of the bookmarks you have in your private folder. I knew of your interest in bondage and role-playing, but I saw and read about things that I never knew existed. I hope you won't be angry with me for invading your privacy. I do think you'll be pleased with what I'd like to do tonight.

He folded the card, returned it to its envelope and slid it in his breast pocket. When he had asked Adriana to bring in his mail and water a few plants, he'd never contemplated that she'd check his favorite bondage links. His mind raced: what pictures had she seen. What positions interested her, or worst, horrified her. He wondered if she had gone into his fiction folder.

Adriana was striding back toward him now. A beautiful blond haired woman, she wore tasteful jewelry, a silky blouse, a black long A-line skirt and totteringly high heels. She pulled out her chair, sat, and held her purse in her lap. "Hi."

"Hell-o" he stretched it out to two syllables.

"You read it?" she asked, her head lowered, eyes focused on the tables' edge.

"I did. I'm very intrigued." Was she blushing?

She looked over her shoulder, then the other. She darted a hand into her purse, came out with something he couldn't see, then she stretched over and stuffed it in his side jacket pocket. As she straightened, the waitress brought the coffee.

His hand dipped in the pocket and fingered the material. Silky. Was that a string of elastic? His cock began to stiffen as he realized she had presented him with the panties that she had worn that night.

In one of his favorite stories on line, a woman had agreed to her husband's possessive desires in just such a way, a simple gesture of stripping her silky panties and giving them to her new master.

". and your cappachino, sir." The waitress presented his coffee, quite unaware of her patron's thoughts, his hand in one pocket.

"Thanks. Has it been a busy night?" Rob asked her, looking over at Adrianna. While the waitress chattered about the highs and lulls of the restaurant business, Adriana's eyes were focused laser-like on Rob's hand in the jacket pocket.

"Are you o.k., Adriana? Your face looks quite flushed."

Adriana looked up wide-eyed at both Rob and the concerned waitress. "Umm, no, fine actually. The cappachino's quite hot."

The waitress smiled, asked if there would be anything else, then went off to tally the bill.

"I assume you don't want dessert."

She smiled. She had applied fresh lipstick while in the restroom, and her mouth looked fantastic. "I thought I could entice you with something sweet back in the room." She sipped coffee, leaving a red lip print on the cup.

"Do you feel o.k. with this?" Rob asked.

"I think so. I feel very strange in public with. you know what I gave you?"

"Shall I put them on the table?" he reached down toward his pocket.

"No!" she hissed. "No, don't do that. Don't do that to me. Not here."

He said, in carefully measured tones, "I'll do what I want, exactly how I want to. Isn't that what you want?"

She smiled againand lowered her eyes demurely. "I think I'm ready to go when you are."

The bill paid, the valet retrieved the car and in minutes they were driving back to their hotel. She leaned over and kissed his cheek, reaching to stroke his erection through his slacks.

"Sit back," he growled at her. She obeyed immediately. "Now raise your skirt so I can look at your sexy legs while I drive."

"Rob, this skirt isn't made for that," she protested.

"You'll do what I say, or you'll suffer for it later. If fact, you'll be punished for hesitating just now."

Adriana made a little noise of protest. Then she gathered fabric in her hands and slowly drew the skirt so that the hem was just up past her knees.

"Higher than that," Rob insisted. "I want to see some thigh."

"Rob, this material will wrinkle!"

His unspoken reprimand stung her. She lifted herself from the seat and pulled the skirt higher, exhibiting more of her shapely, silky nylon legs. She settled herself and reached for his hand.

He held the hand. "No panties," he reminded her, matter-of-factly.

"The seam is rubbing right into me. Is the hotel much farther?"

-

As they walked down the corridor, she passed the room card to him. She had been the last to leave the room. He slid the bar code through the slot, pushed the door open as the light turned green.

There was a small zippered bag set on the edge of the bed. He remembered seeing it in her luggage. As she closed draperies and adjusted lights, she said, "Open it darling. I hope I did all right. It's all for you. Happy anniversary."

She must have found the adults-only story in the next town over. He took soft leather cuffs from the bag, and turned toward her. Adriana now stood patiently before him, flushed, eyes down, hands clasped in front of her. He fastened one cuff on her left wrist. He looked at Adriana's face. Then he pulled her arm, spinning her, grabbed her right arm and cuffed her hands behind her. "Oh god," she whimpered.

Rob noticed they were standing alongside a floor-length dressing mirror. He held his prisoner so they both looked at the mirror. "You look so hot," he murmured. He felt for the zipper at the back of her long skirt. Adriana stretched her fingers, fumbling uncertainly at his throbbing cock. He pushed away her bound hands. "You'll have your chance," he whispered.

The zipper free, the skirt loosened on her hips and with a push, fell in a heap at her feet. He drew on the tails of her blouse, uncovering her thatch of hair trapped under her pantyhose. With his left hand he held her wrists and the gathered blouse; with his right he stroked the V between her legs, his fingers coming up hot and moist. Adriana closed her eyes and sighed, finishing with a moan.

"Step out of your skirt," he suggested and she complied. He swept away the garment, openly admiring her toned legs in the high black heels. Adriana stood with feet close together, rubbing her thighs together impotently, shaking her cuffs behind her.

He fished in the bag and came out with a long black scarf. He stood behind Adriana, looking over her shoulder in the mirror. He held the scarf in front of her waist, a hand on either side of her. He slowly brought the scarf up, pausing to rub the taut silk against her full breasts. He brought the scarf up in front of her mouth, then higher, pulling it across her eyes and knotting it behind her head. "Oh god, this is so wild," she whispered.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked gently.

"No, no, don't stop. God I want you!"

"In time. Do you know what a safe word is? If things are going beyond a point where you are comfortable and you want me to stop, just say 'mercy' and I'll stop. 'Til then, though, we're play acting, and don't get scared."

She answered with a nod and a gulp.

Rob steered her toward the bed and ordered her to stand there. He unbuttoned her silky blouse, and caressed each full breast through her black silken Victoria's Secret underwire bra.

He settled at an angle on the edge of the bed, and guided Adriana across his lap. Her torso and head lay across the bed, her hips across his lap, her legs stretched behind her ending in a pair of sexy black heels. He settled his right hand on her buttock cheek, his left on her lower back.

"You know what I'm going to do?" he asked. There was no response. "Say it, say what I'm going to do."

She giggled. "Spank," she spat out. "You're going to spank me."

"I don't see the humor in that," he said and swatted her. She gasped. "And keep those shoes on. If they come off your feet, I'll spank you with the sole of your shoe." He stung her other cheek. "And I might fuck you with the heel," he said with emphasis.

She gasped as he spanked her again. And again. He alternated cheeks, then hesitated. Adriana clenched her buttocks as she anticipated his swat. He pounded one repeatedly, then switched to the other. Her gasps quickly turned to moans. "Too hot," she said. "Too hard, too hot."

He stopped then, gripped the waistband of the pantyhose and drew them down across her thighs. Then he resumed the spanking, trying to ignore her heady musk, her frustrated moans, and the ache in his pants.

He stopped as they were both panting for breath. "Gaa, I feel so slutty," she gasped. "Ohh!" A throaty moan escaped her lips as he probed her vagina with three fingers.

-

"Get on your knees," Rob directed, lifting her hips and pushing her away so that the weight of her legs dragged her down off the bed. She leaned heavily against the bed, struggling to get upright on her knees.

As he stripped, he looked at Adriana kneeling upright by the bed. Wonton and willing. Eyes masked with a black silk blindfold. Her tailored blouse open and slipped off one shoulder, exposing her perfect breasts encased in a silken uplifting bra. Her arms drawn behind her - he could see the leather cuffs in the mirror, as well as the black high heels. Her pantyhose waistband bound her thighs together.

"How are you doing? You o.k. with this?" he asked softly.

She grinned and laughed wickedly. "Let me show you," Adriana said and cautiously parted her lips, waiting for his assault. His cock penetrated her recently made-up mouth, sawing in and out. He gripped her thick blond hair with one hand, and squeezed her breast with the other, pausing to tear the bra strap from her shoulder.

Rob loved having her like this, both looking straight down on her, then with a turn of his head, watching her in the mirror. He loved how her dangling earrings showed just beneath the wraparound blindfold. Her carefully made-up fingernails kept rolling into fists as Adriana struggled with her bonds behind her. His hand fondled the bare breast, still partially held up by the tight underwire bra. She still wore the high-heeled shoes, and with her thighs bound by the pantyhose, she had spread her feet for better balance.

His cock popped from her mouth as she turned her head away. "If you untie my hands, I could touch your balls," she gasped. A thin string of spittle stretched from his cock head to the corner of her mouth.

Too many images, too many sensations, and now that. He grabbed his cock as it spurted, shooting a stream onto Adriana's cheek, the blindfold, and the blouse hanging on her shoulder. He squeezed the last drops from it.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"Did I do alright? Was that o.k.? God that was so hot. It's so warm and sticky on me." He sat her on the bed edge and dashed to the bathroom for a moistened cloth. Rob bathed her cheek and neck, loosening the blindfold and letting it fall away. Adriana blinked at the light, and looked up at him adoringly.

He kissed her passionately.

She smiled coyly at him. "More?" she asked.