ravished her with his lips and tongue, tasting the soft interior of her mouth, subduing her, filling her to the brim with the kiss.
‘Good,’ he said abstractedly, releasing her lips. ‘Very good.’ Sliding his thumb across her face, he pushed that into her mouth like a pacifier. ‘Suck it.’ As she obeyed, he let his other hand glide down her body, over breast, flank and thigh, then, tugging at her skirt, he hauled it up ruthlessly and cupped her bottom cheek in a rough, rude grip. Her flesh was dough to him, he kneaded it, fingertips digging in. After a second or two, he pushed his fingers into her anal groove, rubbing her there, teasing, pressing, his other thumb dragging at the corner of her mouth as she gasped, breathing hard.
‘Such a delicious little strumpet,’ he whispered, hard up against her, his breath wafting her hair as he massaged her anus through her knickers. ‘Dirty little minx . . . You like this, don’t you?’ He probed her, pushing, pushing. ‘I bet you’d like a cock in there, wouldn’t you? Or a plug? A big fat black plug?’
Heat surged through every cell in her body. Goddammit, she was sweating, despite her industrial strength deodorant. Her head filled with visions of herself kneeling on the chintz covered bed, her bottom well up, heavily lubricated, while John pushed obscenely inside her rectum. Swaying, she was weak at the knees at the very thought of it.
‘Answer me.’ His thumb slid out of her mouth.
‘Yes . . . yes . . . I’d like that.’
‘Cock or plug?’
‘Either . . . if it pleases you.’
He laughed happily, sounding almost boyish. ‘Perfect answer, my darling.’ He kissed her again, softer this time. ‘We’ll do that . . . play those games. Maybe not tonight, but soon.’
His lips plundered hers again, more rough kisses as he fingered her rear portal.
‘Lovely girl,’ he said at length, freeing her, setting her from him and looking her up and down again as her skirt slid back into place. ‘And lovely suit too . . .’ He touched her breast fleetingly through the crisp jacket. ‘I think I’d like you to keep it on for a while.’
As she stood there waiting, he retrieved his drink and sipped a small mouthful before putting it aside. ‘Will you bring that chair from over there into the centre of the room?’ He nodded to a very plain wooden upright chair that she’d never noticed before. Had it been there last night? She didn’t think so. Had he requested it specially, for his devious purposes?
She set the chair in the centre of the room, a few feet from the bed, facing it.
‘Now sit down, please.’
Trembling a bit, Lizzie took her place, arms resting on her thighs. John moved to stand directly in front of her, looking down. She tried to keep her eyes respectfully lowered, but she couldn’t stop herself staring at his crotch. His erection was massive already.
‘Naughty, naughty . . . you mustn’t look at that. You can’t have that for a while yet, much as I know you’re wet for it.’
She was. She really was. Perspiration wasn’t the half of it. Her expensive new knickers were already saturated with silky arousal. There wouldn’t be any necessity for her to fake her enthusiasm with lube, no way.
‘Sit very still. Eyes lowered. No peeking.’
He strode away, towards the dresser, and opened a drawer. Curiosity boiled. She wanted to see what he was taking out, but she managed to keep her eyes downcast, only stealing an oblique glance when he threw a few items on the bed. It looked like a handful of silk scarves, the substantial, men’s kind, and perhaps some ties.
Bondage now? Well, she’d expected it.
Trailing a scarf, he came and stood behind her, and with no warning, drew first one of her arms then the other behind the chair-back. In quick, precise movements, he tied her wrists. The knot was firm, though not painfully restricting, but the positioning of her hands made her chest lift, and her breasts press against the fabric of
‘Good,’ he said abstractedly, releasing her lips. ‘Very good.’ Sliding his thumb across her face, he pushed that into her mouth like a pacifier. ‘Suck it.’ As she obeyed, he let his other hand glide down her body, over breast, flank and thigh, then, tugging at her skirt, he hauled it up ruthlessly and cupped her bottom cheek in a rough, rude grip. Her flesh was dough to him, he kneaded it, fingertips digging in. After a second or two, he pushed his fingers into her anal groove, rubbing her there, teasing, pressing, his other thumb dragging at the corner of her mouth as she gasped, breathing hard.
‘Such a delicious little strumpet,’ he whispered, hard up against her, his breath wafting her hair as he massaged her anus through her knickers. ‘Dirty little minx . . . You like this, don’t you?’ He probed her, pushing, pushing. ‘I bet you’d like a cock in there, wouldn’t you? Or a plug? A big fat black plug?’
Heat surged through every cell in her body. Goddammit, she was sweating, despite her industrial strength deodorant. Her head filled with visions of herself kneeling on the chintz covered bed, her bottom well up, heavily lubricated, while John pushed obscenely inside her rectum. Swaying, she was weak at the knees at the very thought of it.
‘Answer me.’ His thumb slid out of her mouth.
‘Yes . . . yes . . . I’d like that.’
‘Cock or plug?’
‘Either . . . if it pleases you.’
He laughed happily, sounding almost boyish. ‘Perfect answer, my darling.’ He kissed her again, softer this time. ‘We’ll do that . . . play those games. Maybe not tonight, but soon.’
His lips plundered hers again, more rough kisses as he fingered her rear portal.
‘Lovely girl,’ he said at length, freeing her, setting her from him and looking her up and down again as her skirt slid back into place. ‘And lovely suit too . . .’ He touched her breast fleetingly through the crisp jacket. ‘I think I’d like you to keep it on for a while.’
As she stood there waiting, he retrieved his drink and sipped a small mouthful before putting it aside. ‘Will you bring that chair from over there into the centre of the room?’ He nodded to a very plain wooden upright chair that she’d never noticed before. Had it been there last night? She didn’t think so. Had he requested it specially, for his devious purposes?
She set the chair in the centre of the room, a few feet from the bed, facing it.
‘Now sit down, please.’
Trembling a bit, Lizzie took her place, arms resting on her thighs. John moved to stand directly in front of her, looking down. She tried to keep her eyes respectfully lowered, but she couldn’t stop herself staring at his crotch. His erection was massive already.
‘Naughty, naughty . . . you mustn’t look at that. You can’t have that for a while yet, much as I know you’re wet for it.’
She was. She really was. Perspiration wasn’t the half of it. Her expensive new knickers were already saturated with silky arousal. There wouldn’t be any necessity for her to fake her enthusiasm with lube, no way.
‘Sit very still. Eyes lowered. No peeking.’
He strode away, towards the dresser, and opened a drawer. Curiosity boiled. She wanted to see what he was taking out, but she managed to keep her eyes downcast, only stealing an oblique glance when he threw a few items on the bed. It looked like a handful of silk scarves, the substantial, men’s kind, and perhaps some ties.
Bondage now? Well, she’d expected it.
Trailing a scarf, he came and stood behind her, and with no warning, drew first one of her arms then the other behind the chair-back. In quick, precise movements, he tied her wrists. The knot was firm, though not painfully restricting, but the positioning of her hands made her chest lift, and her breasts press against the fabric of
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