Tornado Allie by Shelly Bell

relax, but her muscles bunched and tensed as her mind raced a mile a minute with thoughts about what Drake would do to her. Where would he touch first? Her breasts? Between her legs? Would he use his mouth again or his hands?
    Warm air fanned her face, alerting her to the nearness of his mouth, and she involuntarily sucked on her bottom lip in anticipation.
    His lips barely grazed hers before he whispered, “Stop thinking. I can hear that wheel of yours cranking in there.” He kissed her temple, his hair tickling her nose. Holding her wrist in one of his warm hands, he tied her to the bed.
    A twinge of panic rushed through her veins, and her chest tightened.
    “Do you want me to stop? Say the word, and I’ll cut the bond,” he said, concern for her well-being evident in his voice. The fact he’d immediately picked up on her discomfort managed to calm her.
    “No. I want this.” Her fingers entwined with his. “With you.” She heard him expel a breath, and he released her hand. No longer nervous, she waited for his next move.
    He didn’t make her wait long. He shifted down the bed and tied her ankle, jolting her with the sudden touch, before he methodically and quickly bound her other wrist and ankle.
    Then…nothing.
    Helpless, she was spread-eagle, completely vulnerable, her body open to his perusal. She’d always heard the other senses sharpened with the loss of sight, but she could no longer tell where Drake was in the room. She imagined his sharp gaze on her as he decided how he’d use her body first.
    A trickle of arousal dripped down onto the sheets, and her nipples burned. She squirmed, tugging on the restraints. If he didn’t touch her soon, she’d lose her mind.
    The swooshing of him removing his clothes gave away his location.
    He was at the foot of the bed.
    Her pussy throbbed with need, and she unsuccessfully tried to close her thighs to ease the building tension.
    He laughed, a deep rumble that revealed how much he enjoyed her predicament.
    “Touch me already,” she said.
    “I’ll touch you when I’m ready and not a moment sooner. Maybe you require a reminder. Who’s in control, Allie?”
    She clenched her teeth. “You.”
    “Exactly. I’ll touch you. Lick you. Fuck you. When I want. Where I want. And you can’t do a thing to stop me except use your safe word.”
    Dozens of images inspired by his erotic words bombarded her at once. At this point, she’d come the second he put any pressure on her clit. A frickin’ feather across it would incite an orgasm so huge the weather center would rate it as a category five if it were a hurricane.
    The mattress dipped from his weight, and she felt the heat radiating from him over her chest. He slid his tongue across her lower lip as he blanketed her trembling body with his. She moaned, her own tongue darting out to greet his, and he passionately accepted, devouring her. Consuming her. Loving her.
    She arched her body in an attempt to relieve the pulsing ache deep between her thighs. It wasn’t as if he’d know if she climaxed, and if he did, would he really punish her?
    The thought of his hand slapping the flesh of her behind set off tiny flutters in her pussy. Either way, she’d win.
    He responded by licking her nipple and then scraping it with his teeth, sending electrified sparks of bliss darting through her body. She clenched her hands into fists and bit down on her lip.
    He continued to explore her body, paying equal attention to her other nipple before dragging his tongue lower…skipping the place where she needed it most. He worked his way down her calves and ankles, awakening the nerves along the path and stimulating each one of her available senses to its pinnacle.
    The need to touch him was unbearable. Damned restraints. Restless with desire, she writhed and thrashed beneath him, clenching and releasing her empty hands.
    Minutes. Hours. Days could’ve passed. All concept of time was lost as he nibbled on the inside of her thighs.