RENAE

8 | the r e s t r a i n e d

eight | the R E S T R A I N E D.

| J E M A R I |

     SHE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL, Jemari thought. He stuck a hand into his boxers, stroking his hard-on while eyeing the woman chained to the bed.

Renae was blindfolded and spread eagled - her wrists were restrained above her head and her legs were cuffed around the ankles by the chains attached to the headboard. From his stance by the door, Jemari had full view of her pretty pussy that was leaking onto the silk sheets.

He loved this position on her. . . Renae looked like the perfect submissive slut.

He looked down at his watch. . . ten minutes. It had been ten minutes of watching her wait in nervous anticipation for him to begin worshipping her.

Deciding he couldn't wait any longer to have her, Jemari finally closed the door behind him. He saw Renae stiffen and it made him deviously smirk.

Jemari took slow, calculated steps towards the bed. He kneeled on it, reaching a hand out to give her breast a gentle squeeze. His dick throbbed when she leaned more into his touch and he slapped her breast, making her intake a surprised gasp. "Look at you," he taunted and repeated the action to her other breast, making her lowly moan. "My little masochist whore."

He lightly trailed a finger down her stomach until he reached her mound. Stroking a finger through her slick folds, he was surprised by how wet she was. "Your pussy is dripping wet for me. . ." he mused, bringing his finger to Renae's plump lips to coat them with her juices. "Open."

He watched in awe as her warm mouth wrapped around his finger and sucked it clean. A hum of approval stemmed from the back of his throat, he needed her now but he wanted to keep her in anticipation some more. Bringing his face closer to hers, he trailed his tongue along her lips, tasting her arousal as he demanded her to open. His hand circled her throat, feeling the leather material of the makeshift collar loosely hanging around her neck. Slipping his tongue inside, he explored her mouth with a dominance that left Renae groaning as he pulled away.

"Patience," he reminded, reaching for an icecube from the tray on the bedside table. Teasingly, he trailed it on her lips, making her shudder. He lightly trailed it over her collar bones and between the valley of her breasts. Deliberately ignoring her hardened nipples that were begging for attention, Jemari ran the cube down her flat stomach and along her pelvis, watching her pout from dissatisfaction.

"Please," she begged.

"Please what?" he asked with a raised brow, retracing his steps with the melting ice.

"Touch me, sir."

"Where?" he asked, watching in amusement as she squirmed her hips.

"My pussy. I need you."

Jemari slapped her breast again, causing her to release another surprised gasp. "You take what I give you."

Renae nodded, chewing on her lips as he continued to tease her with the icecube.

He began to circle a hardened bud with the icecube, becoming mesmerized by the brown nub that begged to be sucked. He moved to straddle her and moved the icecube to the other bud while his mouth captured her nipple and his tongue circled it. Moving to the other breast, he showed it the same attention before pulling back and popping the icecube into his mouth. Kissing and licking down her abdomen, Jemari felt himself harden with each passing shudder that ran through Renae's eager body.

Reaching her mound, the cube had practically dissolved into his mouth. He placed a feather light kiss atop her shaved pussy.

"Wait," Renae suddenly said, and he looked up at her. "I thought Jamaican men don't-"