Page 92 of Sinners Retreat

She wiggles off my lap and retreats to her room. She returns a few minutes later with a small bag about the size of a tote. I rise from the couch, and we start toward my villa.

I’ve had visions of our last night together, and we were naked in all of them. To say I’m not disappointed in the turn of events would be a lie, but her tears cause me more discomfort than the ache in my balls. Sex is likely the furthest thing from her mind right now, and I won’t press the issue.

After a silent walk, we reach my villa and step inside. The air conditioner’s low hum greets us as we head toward the bedroom. Kindra flops onto her back on the bed. I divert my attention away from her nipples pressing against her shirt and begging for my touch.

“Is it too cold in here for you?” I ask. “I can turn down the air.”

She shakes her head. “No, it’s perfect. If it’s not as cold as a well digger’s ass, I can’t sleep.”

“Turn over,” I say. “Let me rub the tension out of your shoulders.”

She rolls onto her stomach with a chuckle. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, though.”

I straddle her full ass and grip her shoulders. “I’m not trying anything, if that’s what you’re insinuating.”

“How disappointing,” she mutters into the mattress.

“I just figured you’d be too upset to indulge in carnal desires.” I squeeze the muscles, and she lets out a soft moan.

“I’m never too upset for that. Besides, an orgasm will help me sleep. If you keep rubbing my body like that, I’m liable to come before you can even get your dick wet.”

God, I love her vulgarity.

Having received the green light, my cock hardens against her ass. She lets out another soft moan and grinds against my length.

“Let’s play with the ropes some more,” she says. “I want to be used right now.”

I nearly choke on my own spit. How is this woman real?

“If that’s what you want,” I say, “then that’s what you shall have. But first, let me relax you so that you’ll be limber. I want to put you in compromising positions.”

I raise her shirt and move down so that I can place my lips against the small of her back. My tongue laves her skin, pressing and moving against her twitching muscles. Her moans fuel me, and I travel higher and higher until I reach her neck, all while my hands continue massaging her.

The muscles shift from concrete to liquid beneath my fingertips.

Once her tension has loosened, I ease her onto her back and remove her shirt. The small lamp by the bed provides the only light, and it bathes her round lines in the perfect mix of brilliance and shadow. She hasn’t worn a bra, and her relaxed breasts make my mouth water.

I dip my head, take her nipple into my mouth, and suck the hardened bead until she squirms. Fearing I’ve been too rough, I go to pull away, but Kindra yanks my head down again.

Noted.

I repeat the action, this time nipping the sensitive skin as well. That earns a louder moan.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” she breathes. “I want you inside me.”

“Soon,” I rasp against her breast.

I pinch her other nipple between my fingers as I continue to nip and suck the first. Her hips rise, pushing her pussy against me. Warmth radiates from her.

After releasing her from my mouth, I go for my bag and pull out rope and two sets of black fur-lined cuffs. What I have planned will keep her tied up for a bit, and I want her to be as comfortable as possible.

“Look in my bag too,” she says, and the playful lilt to her voice sends a pleasurable zap up my spine. I already know what I’ll find before I pull back the zipper.

I also know exactly how I plan to implement it.

“In due time, pet. Right now, I’m going to use you.”

I return to the bed and fasten the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. If we had more time, I’d wrap her from head to toe. I can just imagine how beautiful she’d look as her flesh pushes through a net of gaps. But there is no time. My pet has a need, and I must fulfill it.

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