me softly against the rack of shirts. “Turn around, sweetie.”
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I pivot obediently, and eagerly await further orders. He reaches over me and slides the hangers in opposing directions. He grabs my hands and wraps them around the hanging rod. “Don’t move.”
I stand in nothing but my thong and heels, impatiently awaiting his next move. He grabs a colorful tie from the perfect rainbow display. He quickly and efficiently wraps it around my wrists and ties my wrists to the rod. He’s obviously done this before. I smile at the wall, suddenly feeling vulnerable and exposed but in a very good way.
“Now you can’t get away,” he whispers against my ear.
I laugh. “Who says I want to get away.”
He grabs my hips and pulls me against him. He presses a finger at the nape of my neck, and slowly travels down my spine, so leisurely, it drives me crazy. He finally reaches the fabric of my thong. He pauses for a moment, and then continues over the lace, and wraps his hand around my pussy. I desperately want the panties off, but I know things will go too far if he takes them off, and I’m not ready for that yet.
He slaps me once, twice. Hard and harder. I love it. I want more. “Does that hurt, sweetie?”
I smile. “Yes… kiss it better, please.”
He drops to his knees, and kisses the soft tender flesh of my ass. He groans softly as he bites gently. He nibbles, driving me up the wall. I can’t reach out to him or touch myself, or even turn around because of my restraints. All I can do is close my eyes and enjoy his sinful touch.
He groans as his lips leave my skin. I don’t want him to stop. He rises and rubs my ass gently. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.” He kisses the top of my head.
“No,” I tell him, still breathless. “It feels amazing.”
He reaches up and unties me, and as soon as I’m free, I turn to him. He traces the contour of my cheek. “You’ve been a very good girl.”
“I can be better.”
He smiles. “But now you need to get back to work, and I need to jump in the shower.”
“You’re cruel,” I scoff. “Are you going to jerk off in the shower?”
His smile is just mischievous enough. That’s obviously exactly what he’s planning.
“What about me?” I ask. “You can’t work me up like that, and then just leave me hanging.”
He laughs. “You can take care of yourself too,” he points out. “Uh… you may go lay down on my bed if you wish.”
The offer is tempting.
“As long as I can watch,” he adds with a playful smile.
Damn, he’s a kinky fucker. I kind of love that about him. I inch closer. “Why don’t you come to bed with me, and touch me?”
He strokes my ass. “I’m taking it slow. I’d rather watch you please yourself at the moment. Go lay down.”
I consider his words. I’m so worked up. The thought of taking myself to the edge sounds delicious. And the idea of him watching makes it even more appealing. I shoot him a flirty grin, and I slowly walk to his bed. I reach for a pillow and throw it. I do it again with the next one. There are five pillows in all. He laughs as he watches the show.
I slip off my heels, pull the covers off, and slide under the soft cool sheets. They feel amazing. I settle in comfortably and reach for the band of my panties and pull them down.
He takes a seat at the end of the bed. “I want the covers off of you.”
“But it’s chilly,” I argue. “They’re staying on.”
He stands and with one swift move, he tugs them off. “Much better.”
I’m exposed, panties around my knees, frozen against the bed. It is chilly, and I want that duvet back.
“I want to see you,” he says. “All of you.”
God, I want that too. I close my eyes and arch my back. I slide a hand down over my breast, playing with my erect nipples, enjoying the sensation of my own touch. I can’t even remember the last time I did this.
I explore myself, and every now and then I open my eyes to find him watching me with dark eyes. I reach down below and slide a finger along my wetness.
“Damn,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Hmmm,” I rub my clit, and it feels so good. “Mr. Hanson never uses foul language.”