He smiles at her as he tightens the silken cord around her wrists. Not too tight, but there is no way she is getting out. She lifts her head to assist him as he gathers her hair out of the way and ties a blindfold over her eyes.
This is the last thing she sees.
A chill passes over her naked body, she always seems to be colder when she can't see. She feels her nipples pucker, feels a slight breath before warm wetness touches one. A tongue. She arches her back, wanting more, but the tongue withdraws, leaving her nipple bare with the sharp cold bite of air on wet flesh. A touch on her ribcage, fingers tracing down her belly, feather light, dipping between her legs to tickle and tantalize the soft skin there and make her gasp. Spreading her legs, raising her knees, she squirms as she feels heat start to spread through her body, bringing wetness where the unseen fingers stroke her. One finger slips inside her, then two, rubbing inside her, wiggling, thrusting, then god! a wetness, a wiggling wetness, a tongue flicking and licking and rolling around her love button and her breath sobs out of her as the fingers keep thrusting and the tongue keeps licking, and oh, god, there are teeth now and nibbling and sucking and lots of happy slurping noises. She is writhing now, lost in the pleasure, almost, almost there, but now there's another wet touch, a wet finger(?) touching her nipple, but it starts to nibble, oh, god, what is that, another mouth, two mouths driving her wild but that's not right. She starts to speak but suddenly the tongue at her lovebutton is gone and she almost cries out in dismay but then she is being kissed. Tongue teasing along her lips and she tastes her juices and they excite her and he is sucking on her lower lip and she has almost forgotten about the mouth on her nipple until it moves, moves down the same trail that HE took earlier, tasting her in the same places but with an entirely different texture, different feel to the lips. Then it closes on her button, and oh, my, yes that is different, not better but still new and exciting and who is that? Still unable to speak, still being kissed thoroughly, the question is lost to her as the two mouths work on her, and hands, now there are hands everywhere, breasts and ass and pulling her hair, and she is undulating, moving and thrusting her hips and arching her back and straining against the cord that holds her wrists to the headboard. She shatters, shuddering, sobbing and moaning as waves of pleasure roll her, roll her like being pulled in the undertow and tossed this way and that until all sense of direction is lost.
As she comes back to herself, she realizes that the headboard is loose against her hands, then the bar that the cord was wrapped around is gone. A shifting of the bed, soft thud to the side, her hands are still tied but only to each other, she starts to pull her arms down in front of her chest but then hands grasp her at the hips and shoulders and shift her on the bed until her head is hanging off the side of it. She almost asks, almost speaks, until her arms are held out away from the bed and a body slips into her bound embrace. He, for it is definitely a he, all hard and hot and standing next to the bed with her arms around his hips and his cock teasing her mouth, he is not her man but she trusts, trusts that her man wouldn't do anything to hurt her, besides, his cock is insistent now, her mouth is open and he is already in there, filling her mouth and throat and oh, my, now HE is at her pussy, pushing in, raising her knees and spreading them so she feels his hips slapping at her ass as he slams into her, going so fast and so is the cock in her mouth, mouth and pussy, both pumping and she is in heaven, both at once, sucking and fucking and she can't see, feelings so intense, two men's voices growing hoarse from guttural moans, oh, my, hands grabbing her, rough, bruising, as she feels HIM explode inside her and melt her insides so she's brought again screaming around the cock still thrusting in her mouth, and then the ass in her hands clenches, thrusts, cock all the way down her throat as she pulls him in as far as she can and he shouts, grabbing her nipples and squeezing, pinching, and she feels him gush, feels his seed rush through him and down her throat and he thrusts once more, twice more, and is still.
Carefully he disengages, stepping out from the circle of her arms, and HE pulls her by her legs gently until her head is resting comfortably on the bed. She hears steps on the stairs, her mystery lover leaving. Apparently he was to remain a unknown, which was fine with her. Lovely mouth, magical cock, and a mystery for her mind to unravel later. Perfect. She sighs and settles in to His arms, pleasantly sore from all the loving.