Submitting to Cetera by Shayla Ayers Page B

hardening her she finds herself
unable to move as both hands brace upon the cool marble tabletop;
her ass pushed outwards towards him.
    For a moment, his touch disappears entirely
– but then she feels a hand on her hip and the cold press of what
can only be a blade against the opposite thigh.
    “ Shhhh...” he whispers,
snaking the flat of the knife up along her thigh to slip beneath
the side of her panties. The sharp, silver blade slices with ease
through the satin with an almost inaudible whisper, and she feels
goose bumps break out across the small of her back. He repeats the
process on the other side, and then pulls the useless scrap of
cloth out from between her legs, bringing it around so he can show
it to her.
    “ These are soaked,” he
notes, wicked amusement evident in his words. “Aren't you a filthy
little girl?”
    Sarah squirms, shifting her weight and
shivering a little from the conditioned air, which whips across her
bare ass and admittedly drenched, upturned pussy. Finding the
courage, she opens her mouth to speak, to protest, but before she
can say anything, she feels her own underwear shoved in between her
teeth.
    She grunts, recoiling from the invasion of
his fingers and the Sarah-flavored satin... but soon her mouth is
full. He pulls away from her only long enough to pull something
from his pocket, and the telltale sound of duct-tape being torn
immediately follows.
    A wide strip of silver is pressed over her
lips, then – holding her gag firmly in place and muffling her
whimpers. He doesn't apply the tape terribly tightly, it's obvious
he wants her to be able to breathe... but the sticky, heavy nature
of the tape and the taste of her own juices on her tongue make her
whine plaintively.
    He steps back from her, observing his work
so far.
    She is bent over the table, that perfectly
round, deliciously pale ass tilted up invitingly. Rounded, taut
tits smashed into the tabletop as the thought of that creamy flesh
has his cock already hard and straining at his jeans.
    He shrugs out of his jacket, snagging the
zip-ties from the pocket before stepping in behind her once more.
Sarah whines and arches her back, her weight shifting so he can see
the pink slit of her shimmering-wet pussy flex wider.
    His mouth waters a little at the sight, and
he licks his lips. Patrick presses his still-clothed groin up
against her, nudging her naked slit with his bulge before reaching
out and seizing her right arm so he can tug it around to the small
of her back.
    He's rough enough to show he is serious.
    He doesn't want to hurt her – but he has to
admit – this is turning out to be much hotter than planned. The
sight of her helpless and breathless is extremely poignant. She
doesn't fight him when he moves her arm, though a little resistance
would have been a little more arousing. Grabbing the other arm, he
pulls it back to join its twin.
    “ Ahhh,” she squeals a bit
sharply as he binds her wrists with the zip-tie, but again, he
leaves it loose enough that she can fight back, if she finds the
courage.
     
    Grinding his cock into her, he can feel her
nectar saturating his pants, leaving a wet mark over the hard
swell.
    He likes how she feels – hot and ready – her
spicy perfume filling the air around them enticing him to take her
right there, but he has much more to do.
    Instead of unfastening his belt, dropping
down into a crouch again and takes hold of her ass cheeks, pulling
them apart, closely examining her pretty snatch to his hungry
view.
    She's swollen, wet, and perfectly pink.
    It's clear she's been recently waxed, and
her sweet little hole glistens and flexes with anticipation. He
drinks in the sight, taking slow, deep breaths so he can savor the
sweet scent of her arousal.
    Sarah whimpers wistfully against the table,
eyes rolling up in their sockets as she feels herself being put on
display. It's both embarrassing and thrilling, and that just makes
her wetter.
    “ Mmm,” he growls, slipping
two fingers up