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Just as John was ready to pick Eve up and carry her to the bedroom, there was a knock at the door of the suite. Going to answer it, John opened the door to a proper looking concierge holding a nondescript black shopping bag. “The items you requested, sir.” The man said with a neutral expression. Thanking the man and tipping him John closed the door and turned to Eve with a slight smile, anticipation and a slight tremor of erotic fear shooting through him.

“Perfect service as always.” He smiled holding out the bag for her to see.

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"They usually do, even anticipating on ocassion." John grinnedloving the delighted smile and the smoky lilt to her chuckle.

"They seem to know you fairly well then," she purred, arching an eyebrow at what her fingers found, closing on it, but not withdrawing it from the bag yet.

Leaning over she kissed him on the lips, lightly, then took the bag from his hands. "Why don't you go and get yourself prepared?" she suggested, angling her head toward the bedroom with a sultry smile.

"As you wish." John smirked just a little to himself at the thought of Eve as a dominatrix, but at the same time the idea was growing in appeal with every passing moment. Walking into the bedroom, he shed the warm robe and sat on the side of the bed, not really sure where she would want him.

Once he'd left the room Eve called down to Room Service and asked if the trolley could be collected, and a few small dishes of various things be brought up. Once done she shrugged out of her robe and draped it over the back of a chair, ready to be put on when she came to answer the door.

Taking the ropes from the bag Eve draped them around her neck, the soft strong silk sliding smoothly across her skin. She ran her hands along the silk scarf before tying it loosely around her throat, flicking her hair clear of it. The black of both against her skin and hair contrasted vividly. She inhaled deeply, the thrill coursing through her as she picked up the bag and stepped in the door of the bedrroom.

As he watched Eve walk into the room, John was struck by how different she seemed. There was still the light teasing humor in her eyes and the heat of desire, but there was a power that she seemed to wear like a comfortable shirt. He'd caught a glimpse of it last night, but in the full light of day it seemed to pour out of her in waves and he wondered for a moment if he shouldn't kneel on the floor and wait for her permission to do more than breathe.

A flick of his tongue over his lips was all he allowed himself to show of the tangle of anticipation, desire, need and fear that was rushing through him. The air in the room seemed charged with heat and the electricity of her presence.

Walking across the room slowly but steadily Eve fixed her eyes on John. Her chin lifted when she stopped in front of him, the black bag being dropped to the floor next to the bed. Already she could feel the heat from earlier building again, the soft ropes swinging against her skin of their own volition making her nipples tighten at the touch.

Without saying a word she leaned down, one hand lifting his chin till she met his mouth with hers, kissing him in a kiss that went from predatory to possessive in just a moment. As she continued it her hands came to rest on his shoulders, the ropes now hanging from her neck and dangling against his legs.

In an instant, John was caught in a myriad of sensations, Eve's soft lips, the hard teeth behind them, her hands clamped onto his shoulders and the soft tickle of the rope ends against his thighs as she completely controlled the kiss. It took everything he had not to grab her and throw her down on the soft mattress, but he wanted to see what she would do even more than he wanted to bury himself inside her. In the space of a heartbeat he went from half hard to aching and ready for more as he mouth drew a moan from him.

Pulling her mouth from his, lips still parted and wet, she looked into his eyes for a moment then straightened. "Lie down." She pushed his shoulders back before reaching up to take one of the ropes in her hands. She ran the length through her fingers as she stood next to the bed, waiting, eyes darkening.

John moved to the middle of the bed, as a tremor of desire crawled through him, edged with a frission of not quite fear. "Here, ma'am." He asked giving her a challenging little smirk that almost dared her to see how far she could go.

She nodded, giving him a cool smile. "Yes." Tilting her head she reached over, taking his left hand, the closest, and deftly tying the end of the rope around his wrist securely. There was a quick release tail left hanging and she made sure not to touch him any more than necessary, removing the rest of that length of rope from around her neck and tying it to the bedpost. Once done she knelt on the bed and was soon stradling his chest, reaching for the other hand and fastening a rope around that wrist.

The inability to move his hands and touch her turned John on even more. As she straddled him, he could feel her heat just above his skin and smell her desire clearly. Looking to one side he noted the tail she had left and pulled experimently on the rope, testing and was surprised to find it very secure. Without pulling the release he wasn't getting loose short of breaking the post.

"Very nice." He murmured in appreciation.

Without speaking, using the lack of spoken word as a form of sensory deprivation till she had the blind fold on him, she arched and eyebrow at the compliment. Checking the tension on the second rope she smiled, satisfied, before edging herself back till she was astride his groin. His erection stood proudly, bobbing slightly from the movements of the bed as her knees positioned themselves either side of his hips.

With her hands on the remaining two ropes still draped around her neck, the black silk scarf still around her throat she watched him from beneath hooded eyes as she lowered herself down far enough to rub herself on his erection. Her lips parted slightly as his cockhead was enveloped by her outer lips, her juices smearing along the length of him as she rocked back and forth.

A groan rumbled up from his chest as she teased him, the liquid heat of her seeming to flow through his entire body. "Mmmmm. Damn, baby, fuck me."

A soft snicker sounded as she said, "Soon." The temptation to lower herself onto him completely was strong, but she resisted, just continuing to rock back and forth.

A growling groan was the only response he could manage at the moment as her heat set him on fire. Rocking his hips against her, he bit his lips to keep from begging.

Untying the scarf from around her neck she dragged it through her fingers, still moving on him, the slow wet sounds his flesh made making her lick her lips.

Leaning down she kissed him again, a long, slow, sensual kiss that again spoke of possession. Her tongue pushed into him, taking ownership of his mouth as she brought the scarf up between them. Breaking off the kiss she looked into his eyes for a moment, gave him a wink, and fastened the black silk over his eyes, fingers tying the knot to one side.

As she claimed his mouth the blinfold turned his world dark and his other senses took over. The wet sound of her body moving over his and the smell of her arousal served to sharpen his, making him ache for much more than the slow tease.

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