Thanks for all the reads and the votes for this book, so in return, you all get some smutty smut ;) This belongs to my 'Not strings attaches' book universe, so some might already know Chris. If no, feel free to check her out in her own story. Have fun!
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It was dark and it was rather cool. Her breathing was the only sound audible. Chris pulled on the restrains that were holding her arms and legs apart to test if they really were strong enough to hold her. They were and the smooth leather didn't leave her much room to move.
She was trapped.
Silent steps, then "My my. What have you gotten yourself into?". The low voice caused a shudder to run down her spine but still she tried to appear unfaced. "Shouldn't you be the one to tell me this?" Inwardly she cursed the band around her eyes that kept her from seeing what he was doing. See what he was planning to do with her, while letting his eyes glide over her outstretched and completely bare form. A long hum "So feisty. Let's see how long you can keep this up"
The steps drew closer, then the bed dipped beside her. Hot lips on hers, kissing her greedily until the air was pregnant with the scent of her arousal. It was something she couldn't stop from happening. He was a drug. He started kissing and savouring every last inch of her body. From her pulsating temple to the curve of her neck and the taut tips of her breasts. There he stopped and took his time to turn them into wet glistening pearls before wandering on across her stomach, to the aroused bud between her thighs and along her legs. She already was trembling with want, so close to an orgasm and still, when he pressed his lips against hers and asked if she wanted more, she denied. Without the scarf, he would have seen the defiant in her eyes, but he easily could imagine it. It was nothing but an invitation to him. Her body after all already was betraying her. So sensitive it twitched when his fingers traced along her skin. He chuckled "You will eventually beg me". Only a matter of time. Every muscle was tense, ready for the lurking orgasm. "No!" "No?", he loosened his grip and lowered his head to whisper in her ear "You will not be rewarded for your disobedience" But the only answer he got were kisses to his cheek and his neck. Gentle and wet kisses that caused his member to pulsate in his pants. He easily could have withdrawn himself from this situation, but this woman held her own temptation that was drawing him closer. "How about bribery?" she hummed erotically and pressed herself against him while her lips managed to find a sensitive spot.
He placed his hand on her stomach, pushed her back onto the sheets "Now you once again disobeying me", she was ordered to remain still now while he left the bed again. Without his heat, she shuddered and tried to sense where he had gone in the room. The sexual tension was heavy. "You will have no mercy, won't you?" still she stopped struggling and laid unmoving as she felt him return. "That is something you can't expect from me". His voice was low, hoarse with want and greedy eyes were burning into her skin. The lag of activity was even worse and though she knew that he was drinking in the sight of her needing and impatient form, she couldn't stop her body from shifting on the mattress. She was so close and yet further away from any kind of release than she ever had been.
