Page 13 of Traps and Gretchen

He slid her dress very slowly up before tucking it down next to her knees, letting her see the pace he was setting. He gazed at her tiny foot and used both hands to lift it by the ankle, hungrily exploring every inch of it with his fingers before allowing his touch to move over her calf. He pressed into the muscle, measuring her delicate strength before focusing his touch just behind her knee. There, he drew circular patterns on the silky skin, his gaze moving up, stopping at the heave of her chest. Sharp heat stabbed his cock as he stared at her tits. The position of the rope forced the fabric covered mounds to stand tight and tall. He would soon see her naked in his ropes and the idea put a steady pulse in his cock.

He returned his attention back to her ankle and picked up the hemp, taking his time with the wrap while considering which questions to ask first. “Tell me, Fyoo-rie… I want to know exactly what you thought when you first learned I picked you.”

He finished the wraps on her first ankle when she finally whispered, “Shocked.”

He made his way around the bed and tossed a second rope over the beam before taking soft hold of her ankle. “Were you happy?”

His breath released when she nodded.

“On a scale of one to ten?” His wraps slowed as he waited for that answer till his balls ached from the anticipation.

“Twenty.”

His hands stilled as he looked at her. The need to kiss her brought him to her face. He stared down at her clenched eyes and lowered his mouth to her forehead. “Twenty,” he whispered, feeling the silk with his lips. “That’s a high number, Ma Fyoo-rie.”

“Oui,” she whispered weakly.

Desire burned up his initial shock as his mind hurried to the next knot between them. “Is this why you were sopissedwhen you learned I rolled the Fate Dice for you?”

Her next “Oui,” was tiny and vulnerable, bringing his hand to her neck. He slid his fingers over the column and the barest moan escaped her, dumping lust in his blood as he traced her jaw with every finger.

“You like this, Ma Petite Fyoo-rie.”

Her breaths came faster as he slid his touch over her parted lips. “Oui.” The hot word hit his fingers, bringing a moan in his chest.

“Tell me exactly what you thought when you learned about the Fate Dice.” He wrapped her other ankle while waiting for that answer. He moved to the foot of the bed, not caringabout answers or words as he took hold of her ankles and moved them slowly apart.

“Neelo,” she gasped as he planted his gaze between her legs. But insanity threatened if he didn’t see that part of her soon.

“I thought you didn’t really want me,” she blasted, her strained breaths following. He continued opening her legs more. “Oh,” she panicked, more moans accompanying every breath.

“And what do you think now, Petite Fyoo-rie? Does my touch say I don’t want you?” He moved his hands up her leg till they disappeared under the dress. He slowed his advance, loving the eager way her body moved for him. At reaching the fabric of her panties, he stopped, pressing his fingers into her muscles in slow, sensual circles.

“Please,” she cried weakly.

Fuck, he wanted to devour her now that he knew why she hated him. She thought he didn’t want her as much as she wanted him. And she’d wanted him twice as much as his highest measure. A fatal blow to her sweet spirit. He should atone for that one sin right away. Then return to unraveling her.

He moved to the foot of the bed and wrapped the end of both ropes around the thick bed posts, creating a pulley effect. He then gently tugged on both ropes till her legs spread wide and pulled tight. As he continued adding tension to the hemp, her ass slowly lifted off the bed. He took his time on this part, raising her lower body until the angle was sharp enough that her dress fell to her waist. Holy fuck. He stared at her exposed lace covered ass and pussy as feral lust boiled him alive.

Her shocked cries and moans filled him up as he climbed on the bed and knelt between her open legs, taking in thefuckingdecadent view as he drew his fingers along her inner thighs. He stopped at the juncture letting her gasps and delicate whimpers burn his control up. He’d not once talkedabout intimate things with her out of respect and establishing trust before crossing that boundary. She was his wife, but they were technically strangers. Now, given the revelation she’d just confessed, he had to wonder if she’d misinterpreted his patience with disinterest.

“Did you think I didn’t want you, Petite Fyoo-rie? Did you not know I counted myself the most luckybastardto end up with you?” He placed his hands fully in the juncture of her thighs and began squeezing her muscles softly.

“Oh my God,” she gasped. “Neelo.”

“Fyoo-rie,” he whispered, pressing his mouth on the silky muscle. “Have you been touched before? Here?” He stroked his fingers right over her pussy, just barely.

“I can’t! I can’t take it!” she gasped.

“Answer me, Fyoo-rie. I have to know. There is no wrong answer.”

Her head shook with her, “No. Not ever.”

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, licking the muscle along her inner thigh. “I will be the first to taste this beautiful body?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Please.”

“Please,” he whispered, kissing a path toward her pussy, allowing his fingers to dip into her petals. “I want to bathe my lips and tongue in what drips from you.” He slid her panties aside, looking at her face below, gripped in intense rapture. “Fyoo-rie. Watch me take my first lick.”

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