SHUT DOWN | JENLISA

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Jennie

She stood up and reached for the hem of her shirt. She tugged it up and over her body. It fell onto the sofa behind her. While I admired her bare and wide chest, she was already reaching for her pants. The belt buckle clanged hard, and I looked to see her pants had dropped to the ground, and she was reaching for her boxers. She hooked her thumbs at the ends, and her eyes stayed on me as she tugged them down. She moved them the rest of the way down with her feet before kicking them to the side.

"You have a very gorgeous body." I complimented.

I greedily looked at her. Every inch. My eyes didn't leave a single place unseen. Her arms and legs. Her chest and abdomen. Her very hard and eager cock was twitching as I stared at it a little longer. I closed the distance between us but didn't touch her. Not when she wasn't cuffed.

"Sit down, Lisa." She sat and kept her eyes on me as I reached for her hands and cuffed them behind her back. "Good, okay, now your legs."

I knelt down and cuffed her ankles to the table out in front of us. She had room to move her ankles but not too much room that she could overpower me.

"Now." I stood up and admired her from afar. "You were promised a dance, no?"

"I don't think I'll last if you dance for me." She confessed.

"Be good and try hard to."

I walked to where the curtain was. I didn't step outside but knocked on the wall beside the curtain twice. A few moments later, music filled the room we were in. I haven't done a private dance session in years, but it wasn't as hard as it was when you danced on the stage.

Just more intimate and quieter. I let the soft beat of the music move me, and I closed my eyes, completely in my element as I danced. She couldn't reach me, and knowing she was restrained and watching me had me growing wetter in anticipation.

There was always this thrill when you danced for someone. I usually took my time stripping my bra and panties and other little accessories off, but this time I was fully naked. I swayed my hips, gave her my back, moved my hands over my body, and even though there was music playing in the background, I could hear her straining against the cuffs and hear her breathing grow more laboured over time.

Dancing was, in its very own way, a seduction. Almost like art. There were no rules. No right or wrong. You moved to the music, you felt every beat and line deep inside you, and you let it guide you. I ran my hands up my thighs and stomach and cupped my breasts, and opened my eyes to see her muscles flexing as she tried to fight her way out of the cuffs.

"Come here." She rasped. "Just fucking come here."

"I don't like being told what to do."

"I never knew the devil could be so sexy."

My lips twitched into a smile. "Am I the devil now?"

"A pretty little devil." She said, her voice thick with lust. "My pretty little devil." She corrected and licked her lips. I went from a stranger to hers in less than a second. It was rather quick, and I don't think I've ever had anyone be possessive over me or call me theirs. They called me baby, honey, and sweetheart, but those endearments never did anything to me. Now, suddenly, I was her pretty little devil, and fuck me, but I didn't hate it.

"You don't strike me as a possessive person, Lisa."

She shook her head, her hair sticking to her forehead with the movement.

"I'm not, but I'm thinking for you... I might be." She confessed. "Now, come here and take what's yours." She said gruffly.

"Suddenly, you're mine?"

"Yes." She ground out. "Now, fuck. Come here."