This started as a MicroFantasy Monday post on my blog, but several readers wanted to know where the story went from there, so I wrote it out into a more complete story.
He takes her to their bedroom, teasing her with light touches and kisses as they walk down the hallway. They enter the room and he closes the door behind them, turning her around and almost gently pushing her against the door. He leans in close, pinning her to the painted wood with his body, then slowly, lightly runs his fingers up her arms, over her shoulders, then up her neck before twining them into her long black hair. He tugs lightly at the wavy locks, tilting her head back as he kisses her gently.
“Get undressed, little one,” He whispers in her ear, “I need to get a couple of things.” He enters the closet as she removes her clothing. He walks back to the bed with a blindfold and a single, red long stem rose in his hands. She tilts her head to the side with a puzzled look on her face as she sees the items he is holding.
“Don’t worry. It will all make sense soon.” He says with a grin. He chuckles as he sets the rose aside. “Lie down, little one.”
She sits on the bed, and then lies on her back. He gently lifts her head and lowers the blindfold into place.
She can see nothing but darkness from behind the blindfold. She can feel the bed that she lies on touching her skin and she can hear him moving near her. She smells roses, the scent strong like he is holding the red, velvety flower right under her nose.
He stands beside the bed, gently plucking petals from a red rose that he holds near her nose. He whispers, “Get ready, little one. Now be still,” as he holds a rose petal over her nipple.
Her shivers of anticipation become a gasp as the petal touches her for the first time, the soft petal caressing first one nipple, then the other. She moans and tilts her head back as he lightly traces the curve of her clavicle and up the line of her throat. He kisses her lips gently and then stands up as he slides the petal back down, letting it rest between her breasts.
He stands and waits, watching her, waiting for her to stop moving, and then smiles as she relaxes again. He quietly leans over and blows. She inhales sharply as the rose petal slides from between her breasts over her belly to land in the cleft of her thighs.
He moves again and she jumps as the softness of the petal is now followed by the scratch of thorns as he drags the stem across her breasts. Before she can completely grasp the feel of the thorns, he takes them away and brushes the opening rose across her nipples and down her belly to her center. She shivers and gets lost in the changing sensations.
He stands upright again and begins plucking the petals from the rose, dropping them one by one onto her body. She sighs, flinching as each petal lands on her bare skin, the red of the petals contrasting with her tan skin and complimenting the flush of her cheeks and chest. He drops the last petal, and then leans down, kissing her again.
She feels his lips touch hers in the darkness, then smiles as he trails kisses as soft as the rose petals and bites as sharp as the thorns from her neck down over her breasts and belly, leading him to her pussy. She opens her legs as his hands press at her thighs, the room filling with the mingled fragrance her scent combined with the rose. She cries out as his tongue finds her clit …