Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“Let me taste you,” she whispered into my mouth.
I pressed my thighs together, relying on unreliably shaky legs to keep me standing.
“I want to make you come,” she went on, one hand slipping down to part my labia, driving the point home. She looked over my shoulder at the armless leather chaise and jerked her chin in that direction. “Let me?”
She backed me toward the chair with kisses, a hand still cupping my mound, teasing me as we moved. I pushed the sex machine out of the way and dropped to the shiny leather.
“There are cuffs on the legs,” I told her. “If you’re planning to go down on me, you might want to use them.”
“Are you a thrasher?” she asked with a spark of amusement in her eyes.
She might find it funny now, but she wouldn’t when I seriously injured her. “If you don’t want a broken neck, is all I’m saying.”
“Mmm, it looks like there are restraints up here, too…” she mused, reaching for the shackles threaded through the steel loop at the top of the chaise’s sloped back.
The thought of being completely bound, helpless and exposed to Gena while she lapped at my clit with her bubblegum pink tongue made me shiver. “You can use them, if you want,” I suggested hopefully.
She lay one finger along her cheek as she considered. “Okay. But one thing, first.”
I held my breath as she leaned down and released the front-clasp closure of my bra. My breasts strained for her touch as she pushed the cups aside, but she somehow deftly avoided touching my nipples, which stood hard and tall from my flesh. She slipped one strap down my shoulder, and I helped with the other, shedding my bra so fast it might as well have been on fire. I would take off everything just to get her to touch me.
My hands moved to the garter belt at my hips, but she shook her head. “No. Leave it on. This is one of my top ten fantasies, going down on a girl wearing a garter-belt and stockings and nothing else.”
“Oh. I didn’t know that.” Of course I hadn’t known that. Why did I feel the need to explain that?
Because I felt need. Electric, squirming need that tickled my clit and raced over my wanting skin.
“You want me to tie you up?” she asked, and when I nodded, she warned me, “Just so you know, I’ve never really done this in a serious way before. I mean, I’ve tied up people with scarves and stuff.”
“This is a lot safer, actually,” I told her. “You just have to promise not to leave me here.”
I didn’t think she would, but it didn’t matter, anyway. All of our locking restraints had safety releases that could be easily operated while I was bound.
“That would be terrible. No, of course I wouldn’t do that,” she said, dead serious. “Do you use the same words like we did?” She gestured to the Sybian.
I nodded. “Yeah. If I need to stop, or adjust position or something, I’ll let you know with yellow or red.” I wanted to snap at her to hurry it up; I hadn’t been bound in a long, long time, and I’d forgotten how much I needed it. It wouldn’t be the same as Sir dominating me, but it might take the edge off.
She did my hands first, easily closing the leather cuff around my wrist. She slipped the tab lock closed, then repeated on the other one. On her way to my ankles, she skimmed her fingertips down my arm, then my side, my hip, all the way to my knee before she leaned down to secure my leg. When she was finished, I was mostly immobilized. I could arch up a little, or pull against the restraints, but I didn’t have much leverage. I was completely open, the cool air of the room like an obscene kiss on my spread pussy.
Gena knelt on the chaise between my parted legs, then leaned down, supporting herself with one hand on the chair back. Her breasts swayed between us, barely touching mine. The contact, or lack of, was maddening.
“You know, the last time I didn’t get to do this,” she whispered against my lips. “But this should make it better. Delayed gratification and all.”
We kissed, long and slow, my hips writhing in time to the undulation of her tongue against mine. The heat from her thigh teased my mound, but she never actually touched me.
“Have you thought about me?” she asked against my mouth.
“Of course I have.” I closed my eyes as her kisses ventured down my throat. “Haven’t you thought of me?”
“Oh, yes. Many…” She walked her fingers from the hollow of my throat, between my breasts. “Many…” those fingers tip-toed across my quivering belly, “many times.”