the sensation of his lips sliding against mine. The soft press didn’t last long because the kiss grew firm and frantic, our lips and tongues stirring the hot pangs of pleasure we created.
I was immersed so deeply in our exchange that I didn’t notice us moving until I began sliding down his body. He drew away from our kiss, allowing me to reacquaint my feet with the floor. I wanted to pull his face back to mine, but my hands remained clamped behind my back.
“Are you okay with me securing your hands?” he questioned in a voice so husky that it had me squeezing my thighs together.
“Yes,” slid from my mouth on a lost breath.
He released my wrists and tugged at the hem of my sundress, lifting it with a lingering ease that had me squirming for him to move faster. A smile appeared in his gaze before it fell to his lips when he took in one of the expensive black lace, bra-and-panty sets I was wearing from the new collection they had purchased for me.
Once the sundress was lifted and over my head, he twisted it in his hands rolling it until I recognized it was what he would use to tie my hands. What object or piece of furniture he was planning to tie me to this time was beyond me and at this point in my flowing hotness, I didn’t care.
I had only ever been tied and bound by him, so like the first time, this would be an interesting adventure. He wrapped the dress in a figure eight around my wrists, pulling them together tightly before he tied it securely in place.
My curiosity took a back seat to my lust at the sight and feel of his fingers sliding along my skin and leaving a trail of goose bumps. He toyed with my body teasing, stimulating, and awaking every nerve ending. First, he dragged his fingertips across my stomach then up and over each of my hard nipples, making me suck in harsh breaths. His fingers continued to tease, tracing the ache he’d left in my nipples until he reached the waistband of my panties.
He gripped me around my tied wrists, using the hold to get me moving in the direction of the walk-in closet. Once he stood me in place, he opened the door and stepped inside. I hadn’t had a chance to explore the contents of the closet so I waited, listening while he rummaged around in there for something. When he stepped out, I noticed he was holding a metal bar.
A hard swallow did nothing to take the edge off my anticipation when I recognized what was in his hand: a portable pull-up bar. What was he going to do with that thing? He reached up and adjusted it so the bar faced the outside of the door. Was he about to show off how physically fit he was?
Once the bar was securely in place, he closed the closet door. It was instincts that made me glance down at my bound hands. Was he about to do what I thought he was about to do?
My mouth dropped open. I immediately clamped it shut when he reached down and took my hands again. He positioned me in front of the door to face him. His grip on my bound hands tightened before he drew me into his body with a hard yank.
“Up,” he called again, and I didn’t hesitate to give a little hop, excited to feel my legs wrapping around him again. He lifted so that I was aligned to loop my bound hands around his neck.
“Oh,” rushed out when he gripped each of my ass cheeks and lifted me higher.
Once I was adjusted to the right height, he controlled me with one hand and used the other to lift my hands until he adjusted the binds around the bar.
Lord, have mercy. I believed I was going to need to go to church after this.
He loosened my legs around his waist, which allowed me to feel the pressure of my bound hands and the cold gloss of the door. A gasp escaped when he let my legs slide down his body until they were dangling a few feet off the floor. He secured me so there wasn’t a lot of play between my wrists, the material, and the bar. The weight pulled tight at my wrists, but it was surprisingly a tolerable stress.
I supposed I wasn’t as heavy as I’d led myself