Christian has been watching me for several minutes. Even though he said we were going to talk. He has not yet begun to ask me questions and is only watching me closely. I feel like an insect in the biology lab about to be dissected.

I take another sip of wine. Christian gets up and brings the food down from the fire.

—Would you like to have dinner first? —he asks me with a plate in hand to start serving the food.

—No.— I say quickly.

—Aren't you hungry?

—Yes. But with the topic of conversation I know that I will not like the dinner. —I tell him honestly as he smiles.

He puts down his plate and sits down next to me again.

—Good. Let's talk then. What do you think about casual sex?

—I don't like it. —Christian looks at me with an eyebrow.

—Why?

—I don't know. I've never tried it.

—Have you ever slept with a stranger you met in a bar? —he raises an eyebrow.

—No. —I take another sip of the glass.

—I mean, you've never had sex with a stranger.

—No. Well, yes. —I tell him by staring at him. —You're the first stranger I've ever had sex with.

—Am I a stranger?

—You are to me. —I still remember that I let him give me an erotic massage and I don't even know how old he is.

—You can ask me anything Ana.

—How old are you?

—Twenty-nine. —he answers me without hesitation while I stare at him in amazement. —How old did you think I was? —he smiles at the corner of his mouth.

—A little more. —I admit in a low voice.

During my brief investigation it did not occur to me to look for his age. Besides, I had assumed that with the body he has, he would be older. I imagined that he was close to 35.

I just wanted to see your reaction Ana, I'm 35. —he says to me as he looks at me smiling and this time I stare at him as I squint my eyes.

Yes, that age corresponds more to his physique. I take a sip of the wine. In the end I think I got what I thought right.

—What kind of sex have you had? —I suddenly spit out the wine.

I can't believe he's asking me this. Luckily I didn't spit on him, I don't even want to imagine what would have happened if I did. I watched Christian. He's looking at me with a smile on his face and a raised eyebrow. I imagine he's waiting for an answer.

—What do you mean? —I tell him as I put the glass down on the counter.

I have no idea what his next question will be and may drop the glass on the floor because of the direction this conversation is taking.

—You told me that you knew about bondage and from what I can see you haven't been very impressed with the sex toys we've used.

—I know about bondage and toys, but only because I have read many novels.

—So you've only had normal sex.

—Yes.

He stares at me as he takes a slow sip of his wine without taking his eyes off me, before putting the glass down and asking his next question.

—Have you ever had anal sex?

I don't know why I didn't predict this question. It was logical for him to ask. I have no idea how far his perversion goes. He've already shown me that he have knowledge of toys and bonding. Why didn't I imagine where the conversation was coming from from the beginning?

—Are you going to answer me or do you need to think about it?

—No.—I answer by rolling my eyes.

—No what.

—I haven't practiced it and I don't plan to practice it. —I can see Christian staring at me. I can already sense the question that follows.

—Why?

—Because it is too painful.

—How do you know if you've never practiced it?

—I just know.

I have heard the stories all my life. In college, the girls would get together and talk, and we would always end up talking about boys, and in the end we would end up talking about sex. And they would all start telling their experiences. Anal sex was one of the main topics that always came up.

—Okay. —that's the only thing that I get back. But in the tone of it, I'm not very convinced.

—I know men like it. —I say to him, pausing as he stares at me. —But I warn you, I'll let you do whatever you want to me except fuck me from behind.

—Hum, this conversation is getting interesting. Will you let me do whatever I want to you? —he asks me, raising an eyebrow suggestively as he places the cup on the counter next to mine.

—As long as I have an orgasm, you can do whatever you want with me. —I don't know why I told him that he can do whatever he wants to me.

My tongue always gets loose with several glasses of wine or a few drinks. And it's not like I've had a lot of wine.

—Really? This is promising. Let's go to dinner, I promise to give you an orgasm that will knock you out later. —he says to me as he gets up and starts to serve dinner.

I thought I would be able to eat in peace having talked before. I was wrong. The promise of another orgasm makes my whole body shudder in anticipation. I make an effort and eat my dinner, barely. Well, I know I'll need it later.

—Leave the dishes where they are, come with me. —he says to me, holding my hand when we have finished dinner.

We stop in the middle of the room. He lets go of me.

—Don't move. —and he goes to his room.

He comes back a few seconds later with a little bag and one of his wraps in his hand. Just looking at the wrap makes my breath quicken. He takes me by the hand again and leads me to my room. We stop at the foot of the bed.

—I imagine that you have never been blindfolded.

I deny with my head.

—Close your eyes. —he asks me in a sensual tone and I do what he said.

First I feel him pull my shirt up and take it off. Then he passes the wrap over my eyes several times making sure I can't see anything. He ties it behind my head.

—Put your hands back. —he whispers in my ear as he bites my earlobe.

As soon as I do that, I feel like the rest of the wrap ties my hands behind my back. Shit! I didn't expect this.

—You're almost ready. —he says to me as he begins to kiss my neck.

I feel a finger running down my spine from the neck to the base, making me shiver. I feel it sliding down my hips and then through my belly. I feel his warm breath on my neck.

—Mmmm, that coconut smell. —he says in a low voice as he moves his lips away from my neck.

I now feel his fingers around my breasts again, sliding slowly around their contours, making me begin to moan with pleasure. He's just touching me, for God's sake! Never in my life have I been so hot as I am now. I feel his warm breath blowing on my breasts. His hands return to my waist.

—How many lace panties do you have?

—Many. —I answer ecstatically.

—Do you mind if I tear them off?

—I like it when you tear them off. —I can't believe I told him that.

—In that case. —I feel the sound of the fabric tearing and my panties quickly fall apart.

I'm naked, blind, handcuffed and hot as hell. I feel his hands slide down my legs and slowly climb up to my sex.

—So wet. —I feel his voice hoarse as he gently slips a finger between my legs.

And just like that he pulls it away and slides it all over my body. I feel his breath on my neck again. He puts his hands on my shoulders.

—Walk until you hit the bed. —he asks me as he guides me.

When my knees hit the bed, I stop.

—Bend forward.

Christian helps me. And in a few seconds I see myself with my upper body resting on the bed. I turn my head sideways. I feel his hands on my buttocks squeezing them, massaging them. He puts his hands down again on my legs and this time he separates them.

I already have difficulty breathing. This is too much. He slips his finger between my legs again and this time he puts it inside me, pulling out a moan of delicious and agonizing pleasure.

—Are you excited, Ana? —how can he ask that right now?

He presses his finger against the front of my vagina and I almost convulse.

—I need an answer.

—Yes! —I yell at him, overexcited.

He pull the finger out slowly. I no longer feel his hands, I no longer feel his footsteps, I don't even feel his warm breath on my neck. I sharpen my senses and I seem to feel clothes falling to the ground. I feel his hands on my body again and the tip of his dick playing in my sex. He trace circles, but do not enter. Torturing me.

—Is this what you want Ana? —he says as the tip enters and withdraws again.

—Yes!—I groan audibly.

—How badly do you want it?

—Too much!

—What are you willing to do to feel me inside you?

—Anything!

And at that very moment I feel him invading me completely. I scream as I now feel his hands clinging to my back and pressing me against the mattress. As he does so, he begins to move slowly inside me.

—Quickly! —I beg.

—Do you like it fast?

—Fast! Hard! —I exclaim, wishing that he possesses me completely.

—No, baby, not right now, first I want to get you wet.

More! For God's sake!

My walls imprison him with every movement of his, and I can feel my whole interior getting wetter and wetter with his slow and precise movement. They are not movements to make me reach orgasm, but rather to keep me on the edge. Very wet and wishing it would finish with me once and for all. I have been on the edge of an orgasm so many times, wishing for it, longing for it, but never as wet as I am right now.