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The sensation was lovely…

But it was the feeling of my arms being bound – and my not being able to stop him – thatreallyturned me on.

His fingers moved up beneath my dress…

Then gently pulled my panties to the side.

I gasped.

I was expecting him to finger me.

I wasn’t sure whether I wanted that or not –

And it was the fear vying with my desire – reluctance versus anticipation – that made it so hot.

And yet… he didn’t do it.

Instead, he softly traced his fingertip over my pussy…

Until he reached my clit…

And started gently stroking my hood.

Oh FUCK.

Most men just went right to town, rubbing as hard and as fast as they could –

But he wasteasingme –

Torturing me with soft caresses.

Combinethatwith feeling powerless from being bound, and it was overwhelming.

My eyes rolled back in my head –

Until he used theVoiceagain.

“Look at me.”

Deep…

Commanding…

Overwhelmingly masculine.

My eyes snapped right back to his.

He stared at me hypnotically in the candlelight…

As his fingertip kept slowly increasing the ecstasy between my legs.

I wanted to make him go faster –

I wanted to unwind my arms from the scarves and force him to touch meharder –

But I couldn’t.

All I could do was give in.

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