This story is part of Tania Fye Secret Diaries series.
Meeting up with Richard was always exciting, since first meeting him a couple of years earlier she was still crushing on him.
Of course, Tania would never admit that openly. He was sweet, a real Mr.Nice Guy, no wonder he had such a huge female fan base.
Richard Tyson was a 45-year-old scientist and astronomer who worked primarily for NASA. He was also the presenter of a hugely successful stargazing programme on TV, making him a much sought after celebrity. Astronomy had never been so popular, until he graced the screens with his devilish good looks.
Tania usually kept her distance from people in the limelight for many reasons, but after a drunken “wrap party” fumble, he turned out to be a most talented lover, and she wanted more. He certainly wasn’t what she’d expected, but when he said he’d show her the stars, he literally did just that.
They only saw each other every few months, this due to a hefty work schedule that kept him travelling all over the world. He was ridiculously intelligent, incredibly interesting and, of course, her love of the stars and the unknown had made him a magnet to her curiosity.
Richard had the most enticing lop-sided grin that was a permanent fixture on his ruggedly handsome face. His big, dark brown, puppy eyes and long dark lashes were enough to make any girl go weak at the knees. He spoke without any trace of an accent, just pure unadulterated British in quite possibly its finest form.
Tonight he was in London and he was coming to her. Due to his popularity and celebrity status, going out was not an option for Tania. Paparazzi stalkers, nosey people, horny fans and people staring were a big turn off for her. Rich had always listed high on her agenda but fame had not. Celebrity recognition came with too many prying eyes and big mouths, she loved the privacy of her anonymity too much for any of that.
Dinner was already prepared but it would wait. They hadn’t seen each other for 4 months and she was hungry for him, the food could wait a while longer.
Tightly laced into a silk, black and red boned corset that made her ample bosom sit high up on her chest and clench her already small waist into a mere fraction of its normal size, she looked every inch the seductress.
Her legs were encased in the signature black seamed stockings and her feet were tucked into the new black and red Jimmy Choos that had been purchased that same day. Any other garments were visibly absent for easy access. Tonight her intentions were to spoil him; tonight He was going to see stars.
She slipped into a silk robe so as not to give him a heart attack when she opened the door.
Richard arrived at her door promptly at 8pm, as expected. Dressed in a tan leather jacket, black jeans and that beautiful lop-sided grin that made her stocking-clad knees tremble with arousal. He thrust a huge bouquet of exquisite white lilies towards her, the scent was intoxicating and immediately filled the air with an exotic flowery goodness.
“For you beautiful lady,” he grinned.
“Why thank you kind sir, do come in.”
Taking the flowers from him she headed towards the kitchen to find a vase.
Following closely he grabbed her from behind and pulled her into him, nuzzling her neck as she put the flowers into a crystal cut vase.
“I’ve missed you,” he mumbled into her hair, “Mmmm Coco Chanel, you know I can’t smell that perfume anymore without getting instantly hard?”
“Naughty,” she giggled pulling free from his grip.
Turning around to face him, the sound of his gasp was audible, the full impact of her green eyes looking straight at him obviously made an impact.
“Follow me,” she teased with a beckoning finger, sashaying towards the bedroom.
Scented candles caused shadows to dance across the bedroom walls and their delicate perfume created a sensual atmosphere that hung in the air. The soft music of Enigma added a relaxed but sexual feel to the breathtaking ambience she had created.
A bottle of pink Bollinger sat chilling in an ice bucket and two crystal champagne flutes added the final touch of perfection.
His face told her that he was suitably impressed with her boudoir. She complimented herself silently for having created the perfect, seductive, sex scenario.
Tania slipped out of the silk robe to expose her bedroom attire for the evening, his sharp intake of breath caused a shock to run through her groin. The look of admiration and lust in his eyes told her all the preparation had been worthwhile. He was ready for her, he wanted her and it was written all over his face.
She stood before him and looked up into his eyes; he towered above her even in such ridiculously high heels.
“Take off your jacket,” she whispered.
He didn’t hesitate to pull off the leather jacket and throw it onto the chair in the corner of the room. His fingers flew straight to the buttons on his shirt.
“Leave the shirt, take off your shoes.”
His hands immediately fell away from the buttons and he obediently turned around and sat in the chair not even bothering to move the jacket he had discarded just moments before. His fingers tugged impatiently at the laces as he watched her from behind his long dark lashes. Hurriedly pushing the shoes aside he stood up and walked towards her.
“That’s far enough,” her hand shot out in a stop gesture.
Tania walked towards him and laid both her palms flat against his chest. His arms automatically went to wrap around her but she stepped away out of his reach.
“No touching,” she snapped, slapping away his hands.
Slowly, button-by-button she made the disrobing of his shirt the most drawn out and teasingly lengthy affair. Making sure that the tips of her nails grazed his flesh with every move.
It was clear he was struggling to appear in control, but the twitch of his lip and the clenching and unclenching of his fists gave him away.
Continuing her journey downwards and onto his belt and trousers; she bit her lip at the sight of his appreciation already twitching, trying to break free from the confines of the black denim prison. Carefully removing all his clothes, piece by piece, without once touching his bare skin with anything but the tips of her nails.
She stood before him taking in every inch of his naked body, he tried to move in to kiss her but she saw him coming and ducked out of his way.Tania loved to tease and play games, it made everything so much more exciting.
Pushing him back onto the sprawling bed she stood over him. His pulsating erection in the flickering candlelight was causing the most erotic shadow puppet to dance on the walls. She towered over him in her high heels now he was horizontal on the bed. His hand reached down in an attempt to touch himself, but Tania knocked his hands away.
“Stop. Don’t touch.”
“Tonight, I want you to lie back and let me explore every inch of your body, I’m going to awaken your every nerve with my fingertips, I’m going to blow your mind, amongst other things. Let me show you a universe that you have yet to discover. Maybe I’ll find a black hole and show you where stars are made.” she growled in the sexiest voice she could muster.
“Yes ma’am,” he smiled, amusement and intrigue lighting up his eyes.
Standing before him like a temptress in the corset and stockings with her breasts and hips accentuated by the tiny waist, his face was visibly alight with the dirty thoughts of what he wanted to do to her.
Pulling out a box from the bedside table she removed 3 silken scarves and one by one she began to tie his hands to the head of the bed. Taking the 3rd scarf she delicately covered his eyes, tying the silk behind his head, plunging him into darkness. He was still and compliant, the sexy lop-sided grin still firmly in place.
With her little box of goodies beside her she was ready for the fun to begin.
Taking a soft white feather she gently traced an invisible line down his chest towards his abdomen. With his hands bound and his eyes blinded he began to writhe and his body shuddered with desire beneath her touch. Continuing to graze an electric path down the inside of his thigh, a spasm engulfed his body.
“Ticklish?” she giggled.
“No, horny as hell,” he laughed.
His arousal was obvious in his nakedness, thick and hard and wanting, gently pulsating as if dancing to the music. The the tip of the feather travelling back up the inner thigh was entrancing him, gently drawing him deeper under her spell, his desire felt almost uncontainable. His nipples were on guard, hard and erect, poised for the arrival of her touch. A moan escaped him and his teeth sank down into his lower lip, much to her approval.
Tania touched her fingers to his mouth and gently followed the outline of his full lips, he tried to catch her but the finger escaped his teeth and moved down to the small erect buds on his chest.
She rubbed his nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Lowering her mouth to him and latching onto one nipple, she bit gently flicking the raised tip with her tongue, leaving a trail of saliva as she travelled from one to the other. His protests to be released were ignored, he was desperate to touch her, feel her, fill her, but she wanted him to wait.
She stopped, purposely leaving him hanging, not knowing what was coming next, while enjoying watching the sexual frustration take over every nerve ending in his body.
Picking up one of the candles from the night stand, Tania poured the warm liquid over his chest and abdomen, he groaned and bucked upwards as the heat fell onto his skin sending sparks, like hot little arrows deep into his flesh. This was no ordinary candle, it was her treasured Shunga erotic massage candle.
The sight of him fighting against the resistance of the silk scarves securing his wrists was making her wet. She straddled him, sitting directly atop his erection, positioning her body for both their maximum pleasure.
With delicate fingers she opened her labia carefully to nestle against his solid manhood.
Rubbing the oil over his skin, she began to ride gently back and forth along his shaft. Her lips gripping him in their embrace as her clitoris rubbed against his flesh in sync with the music. Tania closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment.
His hardness was throbbing between her wet lips as he desperately pushed himself up towards her putting more pressure on her most sensitive spot. This was one of her favourite positions. She knew to be careful to pace herself or it could be over in seconds.
Back and forth she built a steady rhythm feeling the ripples of pleasure flow over her body. Massaging his skin with her hands, massaging his erection with her arousal. Her body screamed to slide onto him, impale herself on his hardness and fuck him hard, but that wasn’t going to happen just yet.
Moan after moan escaped her lips as she pleasured herself using him like a dildo against her swollen clit.
With each caress of his skin she teased him, luring him into her erotic web, wrapping him in a delicate film of desire that was torturing every inch of him with pleasure.
“Tania, untie me please, I can’t take anymore, I want to sink my fingers into your flesh and I want to fuck you senseless, untie me.”
“Not yet baby,” she whispered into his ear and then bit the lobe just hard enough to make him whimper.
“Fuck,” he cried in frustration.
She continued to ride him while her fingers tweaked and pulled at his nipples. Her juices were making it so easy to slide up and down the length of the beautiful tool between her thighs, knowing it felt as good for him as it did for her.
So much sexual tension had built up it was literally buzzing in the room. Richard was becoming so frustrated the scarves were beginning to cut at his flesh as he pulled against them viciously. The connection between them was electric and the throbbing between both their thighs was almost audible.
Tania pulled herself from atop him and just gazed at him for a moment. This was a moment to remember forever. His face contorted with such desire and sexual need, his body writhing trying to feel her skin against his. This was one hell of an arousing scene and she wanted to remember it well for all her future solo sessions.
“Come on baby, don’t do this to me, I can’t hang on much longer. You’re torturing me Tania, come on, please untie me.” He begged through clenched teeth.
“Shhhh,” she whispered into his open mouth just close enough for him to feel her lips on his.
His erection continued to pulsate as she moved herself between his open thighs. Dipping her fingers into the warm oil of the candle she rubbed her hands together before gripping him tight at the base of his shaft. His body buckled under the intense pressure she was putting on him. His moaning was incessant, repeating her name under his breath like a sexual mantra.
She began to move one hand tightly up and down, while the other slipped underneath his balls to tease his ass with one finger. Most men loved a little anal stimulation and Richard was no exception. He was vibrating with sexual tension and it wouldn’t be long before he started shooting stars.
She lowered her head and just gently caught his tip with her lips as she continued her hand movements. Every now and again her tongue met his saltly flesh causing him to gasp in surprise. The blindfold meant he never knew when to expect her mouth to touch him and the anticipation of the unexpected was highly arousing.
She eased the tip of her lightly oiled middle finger gently in and out of his ass, matching the pace of the other hand on his hard member. Tania knew this combination would be too much for him to take and knew he was about to come hard. One last dip onto him with her warm open mouth and he was hers completely.
He bucked and thrashed his legs against the bed. His body arched into her as her mouth enveloped him and his liquid release completely. His hands were grasping at the silk scarves and every muscle in his body was hard and tense. Spasm after spasm hit him so violently but she kept her mouth and hands wrapped around him, milking every last drop that he had to offer.
“Fuck baby, fuck,” was all he could say over and over again.
He continued to kick and thrash for what seemed like an eternity as wave after wave of orgasm racked his core. Her hands, mouth and fingers held on for dear life, it was an experience somewhat comparable to riding a bucking bronco, trying not to get thrown off.
His pulse raced as if he’d just run for his life, it beat rapidly beneath her hands and inside her mouth. His breaths were short and ragged and he inhaled deeply to try and bring himself some calm until his body subsided and slumped beneath her. Tania felt satisfied that she’d really made him see stars this time around.
“Jesus Tania my head is spinning, what the hell did you just do to me,” he gasped in short bursts.
“I showed you the stars baby,” she smiled teasingly.
Gently she released her grip and fingers from him feeling a last shock run along his slowly retreating member and moved up the bed to untie him from his constraints. Removing the blindfold, she hovered above him until his eyes adjusted to light and focused on her. What she saw was lust, desire and total satisfaction. Mission accomplished!
Leaning over she kissed him on the tip of his nose and stepped off the bed.
“I think I might leave you there for a while, you can be my sex slave,” she giggled, walking over to the bottle of Bollinger on ice.
“Much as I’d love to, I think I’ve lost all circulation in my hands and I’d definitely need these fingers if you want to use me as your sex slave.”
Smiling over at him she popped the cork like a pro, straight up and across the room narrowly missing the bulb in one of the overhead spotlights. She poured out two glasses perfectly while relishing in the admiration of his gaze that was caressing her from head to toe.
“Well I suppose I’d better release you so we can raise a glass to round two, after dinner,” she said, placing the 2 glasses on the bedside table.
“Release me at your own risk lady, the only thing I’m hungry for is your sweet honey. I want to make you come at least twice before dinner,” he said trying to nibble at her with his teeth while she untied his hands.
She massaged the life back into his numb fingers giggling at the feeble attempts he made to touch her with his weak hands. “Dinner may have to wait a little bit longer,” she thought watching his excitement build once more.