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muscles of her thighs constrict, her first impulse to close her legs.  Reaching across he grabbed a small cushion from the sofa and positioned around the vibrator to help hold it in place.
    “SCOTT!” she cried. 
    “Shhhh... no yelling.  I’d rather not have to gag you,” he warned.
    “Gag me?  Oh my gosh!”
    “Doesn’t it feel good?” he asked calmly, standing back, watching her pull at her binds.
    “Oh, yes.  Amazing, I just didn’t…”
    “Didn’t expect it?  I’m sure.  Another first.  I told you there’d be more of them.  Now be a good girl and let the wand to do what it does.  When you feel that you might want to climax you tell me.  Otherwise, no more talking. Just ride the wave baby... ride the wave.”
    Emily could already feel the vague shadows of a climax.  But she also suspected the vibration may not be enough to take her all the way.  It was stunning to feel so helpless, to be totally at his mercy, and to feel the – oooohhhhh –  heady sensations rippling through her sex
    Sitting on the couch, robe open, Scott idly stroked his cock.  Watching Emily tied up and blindfolded, losing herself to the machinations of the vibrator was incredible.  Absolutely incredible.  Her head was back and she was moaning softly.  He believed the slow speed he had chosen would mean a long, languid build-up.  She would be painfully aware of that fact.  But such was not his plan.  He had something else in mind.  He checked his watch.  Two minutes to go. 
    Standing up he moved behind the chair and reached down, sliding his hands into the cups of her bra.  Her moans grew louder as he tweaked and pinched her nipples.
    “ Mmmm, you look divine, Emily,” he said, leaning in and kissing her ear.
    “Scotty,” she whimpered, “I’m so, so...”
    “I’m sure,” he replied, cutting her off, and pulled his hands from her breasts.
    “Oh please don’t take your hands away,” she begged.
    “Tsk tsk.  Not up to you baby,” he answered, checking his watch.  Time was up.
    Moving to the front of the chair he pulled the wand from between her legs and switched it off.  He expected groans of dismay and he was not disappointed. His hand trailed up her inner thigh, whispered across the damp area of her panties, then down the other side.
    “Scotty,” she moaned, “please – I really need…”
    “Shush,” he said firmly, moving back to the couch.
    After checking his watch he leaned back and stroked his cock.  It felt so good to control her, to watch her whine and beg, but it came to him that he shouldn’t have been so surprised.
    He had always been a natural leader.  Teaching people how to surf, young and old alike, had been as easy as breathing. Running the surf shop was the same.  He had no problems praising when appropriate and reprimanding when needed.  He didn’t even think about it.  Now it was spilling over into his personal life and it felt the same.  It was effortless.  More than effortless.  It felt natural.  As if it should have been this way all along.
    A groan stirred him from his trance like state and he glanced down at the time.  It had been three long minutes.  He had only intended it to be two.  Moving back to her, he picked up the vibrator and put it on medium speed. 
    She moaned loudly the instant she heard the gentle buzz.  Nestling it against her, stabilizing it once again with the cushion, he stood back and watched. The medium speed was having a profound affect.  She was arching her back and squirming deliciously.  He watched for several minutes as her writhing grew in intensity.  His cock was demanding his attention and he suddenly decided to allow her to release.  He was bursting and didn’t want to wait.
    “Ohhhh Scotty,” she cried.  “I – I –  ohhhhh –––– I’m going to explode,” she cried, thrusting her chest out and jerking her head from side-to-side.
    Grabbing his cock, he moved rapidly to her side and pumped himself