So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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"Wait. Get off, babe," you pushed Tom off of you and sat up.
"What?" he looked at you questioningly.
"I want to try something," you said, with a wicked curl to your lips, "Do you trust me?"
His eyes traced you up and down, then he nodded.
"Yes," he said.
"Hang on," you said, standing up to go out into the foyer. You brought one of the hallway chairs back in. Just a basic, wooden, dining chair, no bells, no whistles. You sat it in front of him,
"Have a seat," you said. He eyed you for a sec, then sat in that chair.
"What are you doing?" he asked, watching you rummage through the shopping bags.
"Just looking for...yes, that'll do," you grinned, holding up a pair of stockings.
"Wanna play a game?" you raised an eyebrow at him.
"You're mental," he laughed.
"Yep. And you love it," you smirked, kneeling in front of him. You gave him a ravenous kiss, then lifted his shirt off of him.
You walked behind him and tied his wrists with the stockings.
"You sure?" you bent down to whisper in his ear. He nodded quickly and tapped his foot like he was impatient.
"What are you doing?" he asked. His voice was low and husky, and something told you that he knew exactly what you were doing.
"Playing...," you whispered again and stood in front of him. He looked at you, eyes wide.
You peeled your clothes off and let them drop to the floor. Tom jerked a bit in the chair, fighting against the restraints. He wanted to put his hands on you but couldn't.
You laughed at him and shook a finger at him.
"Settle down, Tiger. Don't want you to hurt yourself," you cooed.
"Come here," he commanded you. You liked it when he was assertive, but he was in no position to tell you what to do.
"No...," you said, thinking on that, "I think I'll get myself a glass of water," you moseyed away from him, into the kitchen. His head turned to follow you. You felt his eyes burning into you. It only made you want to fuck with him even more.
"Thirsty?" you asked, holding the glass of water to you lips and drinking, trails of water running down the front of you.
Tom just shook his head and tried to pry his hands free, but your knots held. Homegirl knew how to tie a man up. This was not your first rodeo.
You walked back over to him, sat on his lap, and crossed your legs.
"Having fun yet?" you smiled coyly, lacing your fingers around the back of his neck. He shifted and squirmed in his seat, trying to get himself free. His knees started bouncing you up and down.
You laughed then kissed him again. He leaned into the kiss, hard, not having any other way to touch you. You could tell it was frustrating him. You could also tell he was enjoying it, as evidence of his very, very tight trousers.
"Shall I help you with that?" you asked sweetly, slowly unzipping his trousers and slipping a hand inside.
"Y/N...,"Tom said, gulping.
You tilted your head and ran a finger down his chest and stomach. He was nearly panting now.
"Yes, Tiger?"
"You're killing me," he growled.
You repositioned yourself until you were straddling him, but still in control.
"Is that better?" you purred.
He scooted and shimmied on the chair, trying to get his trousers off, trying to get you to move. He gave up after a minute, hung his head and took a deep breath, defeated.
You ran your fingers through his hair, lifting his head back. His eyes were shining and lustful. There was slight and smarmy grin to his lips, like he knew exactly what part to play.
"Have you had your fun?" he said, and narrowed his eyes, jerking his head away from your hands.
Oh, you liked that. He was going to play the asshole captive who was too damn sexy for his own good. Nice choice.
You tugged a handful of his hair and brought his mouth to yours, feasting on his warm, wet lips. He pushed his tongue into your mouth but you pulled away and looked at him before it could go any further.
His eyes were scorching now, curls falling into his face. Your eyes grazed his form, abs flexing with every breath, arms bulging against the restraints. He was fucking delicious. You weren't entirely sure how long you'd be able to hold out.
You ran a tongue across your bottom lip and grabbed his chiseled chin.
