A Valentine's Day Surprise

Dinner: booked 6 weeks in advance at the restaurant where we had our first date.

Flowers: not cut roses but potted orchids (her favourite), growing in an elegant glass vase and delivered to her office earlier today, complete with a card, of course.

Suit: dry-cleaned and laying flat on the bed.

I emerged from the shower, running through my mental checklist of everything I had organised before taking Nina out for the perfect romantic Valentine’s Day date. It was all going according to my meticulous plan, but if I wanted to be at the restaurant early and on time, I needed to stay on track with getting ready.

Cologne: Nina’s favourite. I spritzed it on both sides of my neck, on both wrists, and inside both elbows. While that was drying on my freshly towelled skin, I removed my suit from its garment bag, dressing myself and adding the final touches one at a time.

Tie: picked out, coiled neatly next to my suit. I looped it up, under, and around itself in a full Windsor knot.

Cufflinks: gleaming in their velvet-lined case, lid open. An engagement gift from Nina. I slipped the cufflinks through the buttonholes at the wrist — they were shaped like little rope knots to symbolise our love of BDSM.

Shoes: recently re-soled and polished by my cobbler. It was time to go.

I arrived at the restaurant exactly 10 minutes before our booking thanks to both a secret shortcut of mine that avoided the worst of the traffic and the lesser-known parking areas nearby. I strolled up the steps leading to the restaurant, quietly smirking as I watched some poor sucker driving endlessly around the packed parking lot with his date in the front seat, looking in vain for a spot that wouldn’t open up until long after the dinner rush was over. If he had a booking, he wouldn’t be making it inside before the restaurant’s 15-minute grace period was up.

“Table for two under Viktor,” I told the maître d.

The man consulted his list of bookings, then nodded. “Ah yes, you requested the bay window seat. Right this way, sir.”

He led me up some more stairs and past tables that were already full of swooning couples sipping wine and tucking into their appetisers. The table by the bay window looked out towards the city lights and was adorned with a ‘Reserved’ placard next to a flickering tea light in a little glass jar. It was one of the only tables still unoccupied.

I didn’t have to wait long for Nina to arrive; I’d only just begun perusing the drinks menu when I saw the maître d ushering her to our table, wearing a stunning red off-shoulder dress that dipped into her ample cleavage and had a draped skirt that hugged her full hips beautifully. Fishnet stockings patterned her legs, which was a little different to the plain sheers I was used to her wearing, but a welcome, kinky deviation nonetheless.

“Sorry I’m late,” she gushed as soon as she sat down, flustered, but radiant as ever. “The train from work was a bit behind.”

“Don’t worry, I’m just early, as always,” I said, reaching across the table to caress her hand with my own. “And besides, even if you were late, you would be worth the wait.”

“I hope you’re ready to spend the rest of your life waiting for me after we’re married then,” she teased me.

I smiled. “I waited thirty years to meet you, and another three to ask you to marry me. What’s a lifetime more of waiting once you’re mine?”

She blushed, then fluttered her long eyelashes at me. “I’m already yours, Vik.”

“And I am yours.” I planted a kiss on her hand before letting her pull it back to look at the menu.

The food was excellent as usual, paired with a wine I recommended, knowing it would complement our dishes.

“God, that’s a good drop,” I remarked, finishing the last of my glass.

“Why don’t you have another one, dear?” Nina says, gently swirling the contents of her still half-full glass.

I raised an eyebrow at her. “I drove here, and I have to drive us home.”

“I’ll drive, I’ve only had half a glass. You can even have the rest of mine,” she offered smoothly, sliding the rest of her glass over to me. She laughed at my hesitation. “Come on, loosen up a little, Viktor! You’re always so…”

“Uptight?” I finished for her. “Regimented?”

She shakes her head lightly, sending dark waves bouncing around her face. “No, it’s more like…you just don’t let yourself relax as much as you should. Why don’t you let me take care of you tonight? You can just let go and enjoy yourself for once, honey.”

I wasn’t one to give up control easily, but it was hard to say no to Nina. For dessert, she ordered a crème brûlée to split between us, and I ordered a double whiskey, neat. I was good and tipsy by the time Nina drove us home.

“You oughtta catch up, Nina, it’s been ages since I’ve gotten tipsy, I almost forgot how great this is,” I chuckled, stumbling slightly as I took off my shoes.

“Oh, I plan to,” she replied, sashaying towards the bar cart we kept in the living room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors. She poured herself a neat double scotch too; that was my girl, always following my lead and enjoying the finer things in life.

“What a night,” I sighed contentedly, flopping back on the couch.

“You say that like the night is over.” Nina strode over to where I was and stood in front of me, holding her glass up near her face. It was nearly empty already.

“Damn, you downed that pretty quick, I was kidding when I suggested you catch up, Nina.”

“Well, we need to be on relatively even footing for what’s next,” she said slyly, gulping the last of the amber liquid with a small gasp at its heat. She put the empty glass down on the coffee table behind her, then bent forward to twist my silken tie between her fingers, pulling me up slowly but firmly. I had a fabulous view down her cleavage from here. “Come to bed,” she whispered, her throat slightly raspy from the scotch and extra sexy as a result.

Like I said: it was hard to say no to Nina.

She led me to our bedroom by my tie, swaying her voluptuous hips and ass in front of me as we ascended the stairs. When we got there, I saw an astonishing sight: the bed had been stripped of its covers and instead, there were straps wrapping around the mattress from underneath, ending in cuffs at all four corners.

“What…? How…? When…?” I stuttered.

“I was never on the train, dear,” Nina cooed, dropping my tie and sidling up behind me, her hands softly squeezing my shoulders in a sensual massage. “I got off work early and waited for you to leave the house. I knew you’d give me plenty of time to set it all up. You are always early after all,” she murmured into my ear. I could feel her warm breath tickling my neck; it was getting me seriously turned on.

“This is hot as hell, Nina,” I said in awe, noticing the array of riding crops and floggers laid out on the large ottoman that served as Nina’s seat in front of her vanity when she did her makeup.

“It’s about to get hotter. Strip down and get on the bed, baby.”

Me? I thought she would be the one getting tied down to the bed and whipped.

She seemed to read my mind. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good, honey? I told you to relax, let go, and let me take care of you tonight, didn’t I, Viktor?” She inhaled the scent of my cologne deeply as her lips met the side of my neck with a little kiss, a weakness of mine that she was very familiar with.

I’d never heard this authoritative tone in her voice before, and while we were into BDSM, we’d never tried anything kinky with her as the Dominant one. Nevertheless, I found myself getting aroused by the idea of her taking charge, the idea of me being totally powerless under her control, under her spell…

Her grip on my shoulders tightened slightly and she began pushing me towards the bed, pulling off my suit jacket behind me as I went. “Hang that up, please,” I asked her as my fingers began undoing my tie.

“Wouldn’t dream of anything else, dear,” Nina responded, slipping a coat hanger into the arms and hooking it over the door handle. I went to deposit my tie on the bedside table but she swiftly plucked it out of my fingers.

“I’ll take that,” she giggled, tossing it amongst the BDSM toys on the seat behind her. “Let’s get you out of the rest of these.”

We unbuttoned and unzipped everything I was wearing until I was naked on the bed. Nina secured the soft neoprene cuffs around my wrists and ankles and reminded me I could use the safeword at any time. Once I was fully restrained in a spread-eagle position, she stepped back to admire her handiwork.

“You look good when you’re all tied up with nowhere to go, baby.”

“Nowhere to go but up,” I said with a cheeky wink.

“Mmm, we'll see about that…”

Nina reached up behind her and began unzipping her red dress ever so slowly, and I watched as the fabric gradually fell away from her buxon figure. Her beautiful breasts came into view, braless but adorned with chained nipple pasties made from a leather-look material that could awaken anybody’s inner fetishist. Around her waist, a black garter belt appeared, followed by thong, suspenders, and the tops of the fishnet thigh-high stockings they were holding up before her whole body was on display in its kinky lingerie. She looked utterly stunning, and the effect was only enhanced when she picked up a riding crop, lovingly running the shaft and firm leather tongue between her fingers. 

She looked powerful.

“Let's get started, shall we, dear?”

I nodded emphatically.

“Oh, one last thing...” Nina retrieved my tie and wrapped it around my head, securing the silky material over my eyes. I held onto the image of her pillowy breasts bouncing with her every step, the chain between the nipple pasties clinking gently. “Now we’re ready to start,” she said, satisfied at last.

I felt like my heart was beating harder than usual as I became more aware of it in the darkness, and the air was electric with mounting anticipation.

A rapid tapping started up on the inside of one of my thighs, warming up my skin as the smooth leather lightly impacted my skin, until…

THWACK! 

The riding crop came down with much more force, transforming Nina's light love taps into a mighty, biting slap that stang my inner thigh and sent a violent thrill up my spine. I groaned and strained against the cuffs as the sudden jolt of pain and pleasure coursed through me.

“Too much?” asked Nina, a tinge of worry in her voice. 

“Not by a lot, it was almost perfect, darling,” I gasped through the pain.

“Noted.” Thwack!

This time it was the ideal impact, and I shuddered pleasurably all over. Nina was running the leather tip in circles over where she had just brought the crop down. This interchanging pattern of light love taps, harder smacks, and soothing rubbing continued all over my body, with Nina taking care to avoid my internal organs. At one point, she flipped me over so my bare ass was exposed, and she switched to the flogger to deliver some heavier impacts across my buttocks and back for what felt like an age. It was all so incredibly kinky, erotically overwhelming. I was vulnerable, but I was free, free to explore my deepest BDSM desires…

With each lashing of luscious suede and every firm kiss of leather, I couldn’t help but feel as though Valentine’s Day had been very much worth the wait…

Bring this fantasy to life with:

• Fetish Fantasy Series® Bed Bindings BDSM Restraint Kit™House of Desire Faux
• Leather & Draped Chain Nipple Pasties
• ZYL Faux Leather Riding Crop With Silver Tip Handle