Obviously I lied about not writing the next part. I just couldn't help myself.
Enjoy ;)
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Seeing Poppy spread before him, completely bare, arching towards his touch, made Branch pause in his pursuit of revenge. She looked mouth-watering tied to the headboard like that, the fluffy pink handcuffs holding her arms high above her head. He didn't know when or where she'd procured them or even where she'd gotten the idea, but they were definitely going to be used again. He wanted to see her like this a thousand more times, lying before him like a vulnerable but wanton goddess waiting to be worshiped in the wickedest of ways.
She was all long limbs and slenderness and he drank in every inch of her, his gaze travelling over the swell of her small breasts, the indent of her waist, down to between her hips. Her skin was moonlight wrapped in satin, smooth and glowing, begging to be touched.
She caught him staring at her and parted her legs, revealing the glistening treasure between her thighs. Branch gritted his teeth, restraining himself from throwing her legs over his shoulders and feasting on her. He knew that that was what she wanted, but he wanted to torture her a little first as she had done to him.
He'd made her beg plenty of times before, coaxed from her all manner of scandalous things, but never like this. Never with her tied to the bed, powerless and exposed. He could take his sweet time. She wouldn't be able to direct his hands or mouth, wouldn't be able to give herself any relief by her own hand. She was his to torture and worship.
It was maddening.
He bent to pick up the blindfold she'd used on him earlier and tied it around her eyes. He ignored her desperate whimpers. He wanted her to feel how heightened every touch and kiss was without sight. He'd hated the blindfold when it had been around him, but he also couldn't remember being as aroused without it, having had only his imagination to picture how Poppy looked astride him.
"I'm going to make you beg like you've never begged before," Branch whispered, bending to lick the back of her ear.
Poppy shuddered and Branch felt her skin prickle with goosebumps under his hands.
With a nip to her earlobe, Branch began trailing kiss after kiss down her neck, licking over her sharp collarbones, sucking on the skin at the hollow of her throat. He could tell she was trying to swallow her moans. He smirked, knowing she would resist begging for as long as she could, knowing she would have taken his whispered words as a challenge. She wouldn't be able to hold out for long, though, not with what he had in mind.
He traced his fingers the length of her arms up to the handcuffs around her wrists, resuming his kissing back up her throat. He resolved to kiss every inch of her tonight. Every inch.
Moving from her throat, he kissed his way up one arm and then the other, each time sucking the very tips of her fingers into his mouth. He felt her nipples peak against his chest as he changed fingers, but she didn't let out a sound. Branch only smirked; he'd barely begun.
He trailed his way back to her neck, then moved lower down her chest. He kissed around the outside of each breast in turn, getting closer and closer to her nipples but never more than brushing his lips over them before retreating. She was trembling beneath him now and Branch knew she was willing herself not to arch towards his mouth.
If Poppy thought he'd relent soon, she was wrong. He wasn't giving in until she did, until the sound of his name fell wantonly from her lips.
Branch trailed his kisses lower still, over every inch of her stomach and then all the way down her legs. When he got to her toes, he found them curled inwards just as he'd expected. He gave the underside of her feet a quick stroke and she arched, a tiny moan escaping her. He huffed a laugh and crawled back up her body, dropping kisses on the insides of her legs. He was enjoying this immensely.
