Page 9 of Wrapped Up

Without wasting a second, he takes my wrists in his hand and begins to bind them together. I can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. I'm playing with fire, and I love every second of it.

“Raise your arms.”

I comply, the cool metal railing pressing into my skin as he ties my hands above my head. The sound of fabric rustling against the metal, heightens the thrill of this forbidden encounter. His gaze roams over me, intense and hungry. There’s no turning back.

“Look at you, Princess,” he murmurs against my neck as one hand trails down it. “So beautiful and craving my touch.”

He cups one breast, and I'm glad I'm not wearing a bra when he teases my sensitive skin through the fabric.

“Now listen carefully,” he says, lifting my chin to meet his intense gaze. “When I ask you a question, I want a clear 'yes' or 'no' answer. Understood?”

“Yes.” I gasp when he pinches my nipple.

“Perfect.”

His fingers slip beneath the fabric of my dress, tracing along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and making their way towards my throbbing core. “Do you want me to touch you there? To feel how wet and eager you are for me.”

“Yes, please.”

“A needy little thing,” he chuckles, his voice dripping with dark promises. “Well, since you asked so politely…”

In one fluid motion, his skilled fingers glide back and forth over the delicate lace of my thong, igniting a blazing inferno within me. My body coils with anticipation and I arch my back in pleasure, a throaty moan escaping my lips.

“Yes, that's it. Let everyone hear the sound of your desire.”

The flush of heat radiating from my skin intensifies as I writhe under his touch.

“Please,” I beg.

He withdraws his hand, eliciting a desperate whimper from me. But before I can protest, he's pressing his body against mine and crushing his lips onto mine.

The world narrows to the taste of him and I lose myself in the kiss. When he pulls away, we're both panting.

“I want you to look at me,” he demands. “I want to see the hunger in your eyes as I touch you.”

His hands grip the hem of my dress, slowly inching it up my thighs until it's bunched around my waist. My heart races as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tugs them down agonizingly slowly.

His warm breath tickles the skin of my legs, “You're such a good girl, staying still for me.” He tucks the discarded lace into his jacket pocket before standing.

My breathing quickens as he leans in close, his hot breath tickling my ear. “How do you want me to pleasure you?”

My thoughts are a jumbled mess as I try to form a coherent response. “Ravish me,” I finally manage to say.

A wicked grin spreads across his face as he meets my gaze. “As you wish, my Princess.” And with that, he descends upon me, pushes my legs apart, and buries his face between my thighs. Pleasure courses through me and I moan unabashedly as his tongue explores every inch of my slick folds.

“You taste so good. I could spend all night feasting on this sweet cunt,” he murmurs against my skin, causing delicious vibrations to shoot through me.

But it's not enough. My hips buck against him in search of more stimulation. “Please,” I beg, my need becoming almost unbearable.

He slips two fingers inside me, curling and pressing against my walls as his tongue continues its relentless assault on my clit. Every stroke, every twist sends shocks of pleasure shooting through me.

But it's still not enough. I need more.

I strain against the bonds. “Please, more.”

His fingers slip out as he chuckles, then they move up to tease the tight pucker of my anus. I gasp at the foreign sensation.

“Have you ever let anyone touch you here?”

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