Page 5 of Tangled in Tinsel

Instead, he tastes of…secrets and dark nights. Of…well, something yummy that I could eat all night. Which is terrifying but I will think about all of that later. Tomorrow. Tonight, I want to stay in his kiss and lose myself to this man’s mouth. Tonight I want to be a big girl, a sexy James Bond villainess. Tonight might be the only night I have to kiss a man if none of this works out and me and Lyric are arrested.

After who knows how long I finally pull back. Everything is warm and toasty and my body feels like it’s buzzing. Is kissing supposed to make you feel like this? Is this breathlessness normal? I sit back and stare down at my captive for confirmation.

“Was, um, that any good?”

“Oh yeah, baby doll. That was…alright for a beginner.”

My smile drops and I find myself backing off his lap before I can stop myself. “Alright? Alright? What do you mean alright?”

“Well, that was clearly the first kiss…for you. And you can’t really judge by the first kiss. I mean that’s really just a learning curve.”

“Oh.” That makes sense, I guess.

I come back to stand in front of him. “Do I…do I still get on your lap?”

He nods. So I crawl back on. Once I am in position again I square my shoulders. I am going to give this man a kiss like he’s never had before. When I’m done he’s going to be ruined from all his other devoted followers and floozies.

I press my mouth to his and use my tongue the way he showed me how. I am pushing into his mouth this time and exploring. This time our tongues duel, fighting for dominance and control. I bring my hands to his face so I can hold him while I move against him. I don’t understand why, but it feels good to brush against him.

I rise above him even as he gains the upper hand in the kiss war. This time he’s the one pulling back as I rise and fall against him. “Hmm, that’s it sweet girl. Get yourself off.”

His words cause my rhythm to falter as I realize what I am doing. I’m…dry-humping him. It shocks me into immobility. I don’t jump off his lap but I don’t keep going either. I just sit looking at him.

“You know, this would feel better if you took that top off.”

“What?”

“That top, it’s like a corset thing, right?” I nod for him. “Well, you can’t possibly feel as much in it. I mean it looks uncomfortable and can’t be the softest thing to rub against.”

I think about the top of my dress. It is in the corset style with ties to tighten and loosen it. His words have me wondering what it would be like if maybe I didn’t have it on.

“I was just thinking, for your next kiss it might be beneficial to take it off.”

“Next kiss?”

“Well, that last one was good but….how can I be sure it wasn’t just beginner's luck that made it that good. I’m going to need to be sure that I get what I pay for if I’m going to stick my neck out for you and your friend. It has to be really, really good for me to talk to Cyrus. We’ve been friends for a long time.”

“And taking down the top of my dress will help how?”

“Oh well, that part was just for you. I don’t care if you leave it on or not. I just thought maybe you would want to know what it's like. Without it.”

Shit. I do want to know. I slide off his lap and stand on shaky legs. I'm not sure how much more I can take of these kisses before I’m a fucking mess. I reach behind me and undo the knotkeeping the dress together. I replaced the original tie with one made of silk so it slithers undone with just the slightest pull. Once the knot is loose I start working the back open until it sags and I have to use a hand up front to keep it in place.

If I do this it means losing a little part of who I am currently. I didn’t think it would be a big deal but now that I’m faced with it…it is. I look into the gray eyes that remain steady on mine. Instead of telling me it’s my choice like I think he’s going to he licks his lips and narrows those eyes. “Take it off, little one. Slowly. Show me what you’ve been keeping safe all these years.”

When he says it like that, it makes it seem like a secret that both of us will share. That I have something he wants to see, that he understands how special this is. I slowly let the edge of my dress slip lower and lower. The material catches on the tips of my breasts before falling away. By the time it’s around my waist and I’ve taken my arms out of the tiny little sash-like sleeves, I’m lightheaded because I’ve been holding my breath this entire time.

I want to cross my arms over my chest, but I also don’t want to seem…unsure. Like I don’t know what I’m doing - even if I don’t. Hiding just seems…too innocent. Too infantile. And the last thing I want this man to do is associate me with a child. I want him to see me as a grown-up woman who can do what he needs to satisfy him. I feel his eyes on me, on my breasts. His gaze almost burns as he glares at me with such intensity. Thank God, he’s contained. What would this man do to me if he didn’t have his hands bound?

“Now come here and crawl back in my lap.”

I hesitate this time. His voice is gruff and comes out thick almost like a growl instead of actual words. I move closer despitethe inner voice in my head screaming at me not to. It’s like I can’t control myself around this him at all. Another scary thing to worry about. I stand very still right in front of him, not close enough for him to touch but close enough that I can feel the heat from him slide over my body, keeping the air from being too cold.

What can he do? I should be safe…right?

I find myself doing as he tells me once again. “Very good, little one. Now, bring your lips over here, and let me have them.”

“For someone incapacitated you sure are bossy.” He chuckles at that like he doesn’t have a care or concern in the world. Like I didn’t cuff him or tase him.

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