Finding myself (18+)

Chapter 13

I'm unsuccessful in my attempt to move my arms. Andrew has attached me to his bed with his tie, complaining, I still have his handcuffs. Still, I'm not planning on giving them back to him.

Somehow, he took my clothes off but he's still wearing his suit. Since I'm here, naked and attached, he has earned some patience. And I'm losing it.

With a drink in his hands, he is watching me. I have no idea what's going on in his head. Some evil plan, I'm sure.

I have no orgasm expectations for tonight. He's not happy about agreeing to the RH project and even less for having 'blue balls' the entire day.

He relaxes in a chair in front of the bed, stirring his drink before placing it on a table. I assume he's drinking whiskey on ice. Or something else having the same color.

He unbuttons his black shirt under his suit but doesn't take it off. Exposing, only the middle of his chest to me. My eyes travel from his chest until his pants, finding him opening and taking his belt off.

I'm growing anxious every minute. His stare is devouring me, showing hurry and need, yet he remains on the chair. Calm.

"I hope you have enjoyed being in charge for the afternoon", I raise my eyes to find his when he speaks.

"I'm the one in charge now", he completes. Yet he didn't have to, it's quite obvious since he has attached me. His eyes are small and focus, causing me to squirm under his stare.

Is he seeking to arouse me only with his stare? Cause it has worked already. There is something mysterious and primal in the way he observes me. He maintains his eyes on me while taking another sip from his drink.

The sunset is illuminating the room. It's the only source of light and the ray of sun touching his left side only adds to his mysterious aura. A bit of light on his dark attire.

He gets up and in two strides he is in front of me. I'm wondering if he will do something at all or only observe me. He spins his drink and I watch the mischief shining in his eyes.

Oh ho.

He advances, coming closer and opening my legs that were pressing one against the other. He stands between them.

I gape, watching him pouring his cold drink on my belly button and sucking it. His lips follow the drink leaking around my belly and I wiggle. It switches from the cold of the drink to hot, once his breath and lips touch my skin. And cold again once he's away and the air touches me.

He pours his drink again and it leaks in direction of my core when I arch my back reacting to the coolness of it. Not taking his eyes off me, he follows the leakage with his lips.

I shiver when his lips nibble my clit. Astonished when he doesn't stop but proceed using his tongue and lips to lick and suck the beverage on me.

He holds my legs deepening his actions and I drop my head on the pillow when his tongue enters me. I don't want to get my hopes high. He won't let me cum. It's probably his revenge, right?

Although, he continues, and it doesn't take long for me to be trembling under him.

"Oh..." I gasp when he sucks harder my clit delivering me that delicious sensation. I look at him surprised, not expecting him to go this far making me cum. Yet I found that well-known mischief still presents in his eyes and I comprehend something is up. Should I be scared? Why I'm always mistaken about his plans?

He grabs his glass back, taking a sip from it and observing me amused. I'm all over the place, hot and bothered. Still, he is in front of me with his clothes not even wrinkled.