She left her hands in the water, her eyes closed, knowing he preferred to determine when and how she moved.  His fingers closed around her nipple, gently at first, then harder, pulling at it, twisting it beneath the water's surface.  She felt him withdraw his fingers and slide his hand to her neglected breast, quickly confining the nipple.  He pulled her to sit, her body moving to his ministrations, her insides churning and begging for more.  He released her nipples, leaving them aching for his touch.  "Come with me."  And without thought, she raised herself out of the bath, water streaming from her body as she stepped onto the toweled floor.  His hand rested on her arm as she reached for a towel, he shook his head and led her to the bedroom.  The coolness of the air had a definite effect on her heated skin, but no more so than his nearness. He had laid towels out over pillows on the bed, and now instructed her to sit at the edge of the bed on them.  Without a word, he walked around the side of the bed, drawing up the rope that was attached at the post there.  He slipped it around her wrist, drawing her backwards, pulling her slightly up the bed.  Checking it one last time to be sure it was secure, he bent and kissed her before walking to the other side and restraining the other arm.  His hand slid down her arm, over her ribs, and her hip as he walked back to the foot of the bed.  He massaged her thighs, moving his hands towards her with each caress.  As his hands continued up her body, his bent over her, until his hands were on her arms, his face just above hers.  His tongue lightly licked at her lips, and then he kissed her softly.  Her heart jumped as she heard his voice again, "You look so beautiful there, baby.  All bound for me, your arms stretched so nicely above you." He slid back down her body, stooping to run his hands down one leg to her ankle.  She strained to see him, but found her position to be more constricting than she at first thought.  She felt the rope wrap around her ankle, felt him pull her ankle up, bending her knee outward, her calf laid against the wooden leg of the bed.  He wrapped the rope from ankle to knee, and around the post, totally immobilizing her leg.  His hand ran down her thigh, he paused as his fingers passed over her lips, caressing her, pressing his fingers into her, only to pull them out quickly and continue his path up the other leg.  He bound the other leg in the same manner, effectively opening her to him, stretching her body to his will, leaving her totally exposed to whatever he desired. Instinctively, she tested the binds.  Realization that he was totally in control of her and the situation settled her, calmed her.  Her hands wrapped lightly around the ropes, her breathing quickened as he stood and watched her.  He walked to the side of the bed once more, bent to kiss her, slipping a blindfold over her eyes as he did.  "Are you ready, my love?"  He chuckled as his hand slid over her pussy, her readiness obvious, "yes, I see that you are."  And, with that, he was gone. She had no way of knowing how long she laid there, anticipation feeding her desire.  It could have been hours, or mere seconds.  She knew only that she was his, and gladly so. She felt the wet heat between her legs before she realized he had returned, or had he really left?  She was not sure anymore.  She had heard no sounds of movement, but then, all she could hear was her own heart beating against her chest, her breath drawing more and more raggedly.  She felt his fingers lightly over her mound, her lips, felt the wetness cool slightly.  The bed shifted, and he was at her ear, whispering, "Don't squirm, little one.  I'm fairly certain I've handled that possibility, but remain as still as possible now."  She gasped as she felt the cold steel against her breast, felt it lightly travel up to her nipple.  His chuckle revealed he had gotten the reaction he desired.  She felt the bed shift once more, the heat of his body next to her was gone. She whimpered when that cold steel pressed against her mound, wanting so much to lift her hips to the feel of it.  He dragged it down slowly.  She heard sounds of water splashing, and then felt the steel once more.  He repeated these steps slowly, quietly.  She moaned through them all, the pressure inside her building even more due to his careful manipulations.  She gasped loudly when she felt the cold steel lower, against her lips.  Her breath caught as he slowly dragged it down.  Warmth again, and the roughness of a cloth as he bathed her.  She knew he was taking his time with this part, as much as he had the actual shaving.  He loved teasing her, and she could feel his amusement at her vain attempts to press against the fabric in his hand.  And then, it was gone. Her shock came out as a startled moan as she felt him thrust his fingers into her.  The ease at which he could, proof of the effect his shaving her had had.  She gasped for breath, as his fingers fucked her, and she cried out when she felt his teeth bite the inside of her thigh.  Her mind was drifting, she barely heard him tell her not to cum, but it must have registered, as she somehow found the strength not to.  Without stopping the movement of his fingers, his mouth was now on her.  She begged for release as his teeth bit her clit, knowing he couldn't possibly grant it at that time. His fingers slid from her throbbing pussy, only to push into her ass, he whispered only one word, "Cum," and then his tongue delved deep into her pussy.  She saw stars, her mind floated away as the incredible release consumed her. He was over her then, she didn't remember the loss of him inside her.  His mouth was on her breast.  And then she felt him plunge deep into her.  Her pussy tightened around him.  The urge to move with him was evident at the chaffing of her binds.  His mouth seemed to be everywhere, as his cock filled her, thrusting in and out of her.  He tore the blindfold from her eyes, his mouth came down on hers as his gaze kept hers held to him.  His hands grasped her breasts as he lifted himself, thrusting himself in even deeper as he did so.  His eyes bore down on hers, as she felt him begin to throb, she heard his breathless command, "Cum for me baby, cum now!"  And her world exploded, her body soared and arched towards him.  He watched the wonder of it in her eyes, as his cock pulsed deep inside her, filling her.  His hands caressed her lightly, as her gaze cleared.  He kissed her, soft and deep, taking her mouth gently.  Slowly, reluctantly it seemed, he lifted himself from her. She laid stretched, aching, and gasping.  He laid himself beside her.  Lazily running his fingertips over her, sending shivers through her.  He kept her bound.  And, after a short time, he rose and walked to the foot of the bed and smiled at her, "You are even more beautiful with my cum dripping from your pussy."  He bent, kissed her lightly on the stomach, and left her to rest. She woke later, with moonlight shining through the windows.  He was beside her, she was curled up against him, unbound.  But, was she really??  She felt more bound to him than any rope or chain could make her feel.  She drifted back to sleep, after kissing his cheek softly.