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Her hands slide down my chest and over my stomach which jumps at her touch. I have to lick my lips before I can answer her. “Yeah, yeah that’s good, little one.”

Her hands keep going down, down until they come to where my legs are spread. The weight of her breasts presses into the top of my back and the back of my head as she leans forward to travel further down. I hold my breath waiting to find out if she’s going to go all the way. I don’t have long to wait. Her little hands follow the music and the path of my body until she gets to my crotch where she hesitantly touches before taking her touch away and twirling away from me.

The metal rings catch and give just a little bit before I can settle myself down. In front of me, she stops and moves her hips from side to side, I feel the movement like the beat of a drum. Her body is a siren’s call that draws me in and I could give two shits if it drowns me. She holds her arms up over her head and the coat splits apart so there’s a bare strip down the center of her. She’s taken the dress off but has left her panties on undermy coat. That stripe of flesh leading down to the top of her underwear is the most tantalizing thing I have ever seen before. That little strip of skin is so much sexier than a woman standing in front of me dressed in expensive lingerie.

She places her little foot in between my spread legs and runs her hand up her own calf and thigh. Her movement makes me want to follow that hand, to use my own. Then she’s twirling away again and I strain against the links of the cuffs holding them together. Even more give happens in the links. Her hands slide over my shoulders and back down my body before leaving me again. Then she’s beside me crawling onto my lap and leaning back so that the line of her neck is arched like it will be when I give her an orgasm.

She slowly pulls herself up before flipping her hair around and rubbing up against my body. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Doubt begins to creep in because of how good she is at this.

She halts to stare down at me, “No, why? Am I doing it wrong?”

“Hell no! You are doing it very, very right, baby doll!”

She smiles and it lights up her whole face. Hell, it lights up the whole room. She moves against me pushing her breasts into my chest and rubbing them upward until she sits back down in my lap. She does this a couple of times before I hear her gasp. I turn my head to take her mouth with mine but she leans back before I can get to her, flipping her hair again and rolling her hips into my aching cock.

I move my hips so I meet her movements and cause her to gasp out again. This time when she rolls those hips into me shepresses herself harder into me and slides up and down on the bulge of my cock. Even through my shirt I can feel her nails sink into my shoulders as she starts a rhythm of rolls and slides that have us both breathing hard.

I could literally break the cuffs apart with my dick, it’s so hard. And the idea of not being able to touch her sweet body as she comes apart for me just kills me. It causes every muscle in my body to tense, causing even more loosening of the links holding the cuffs together. She writhes on top of me, riding my lap and rubbing herself against my bulge.

“Fuck yes, baby! Use me to get yourself off! Ride my lap and get yourself what you need!”

Her head tilts back as the pace picks up even faster and warmth and wetness from her panties leak through my pants. “Oh God! Oh…God! Is…is it supposed to be like this? Is it supposed to feel this good?”

“Ah, fuck yes, baby! Every fucking time. It will be like this every time you and I do it.”

I nose the side of my coat until it falls away and I can kiss the tip of her nipple. She gasps out and her thighs squeeze around the outside of mine. She lets out a cute little moan before her body is tipped over the edge and she starts to shake through her orgasm.

Fuck me, this is wrong. It‘s wrong that I can’t hold her afterward. She lets out a little sigh and slumps against me placing her head on my shoulder. Her breath fans out against my overheated skin as I strain against the metal keeping me from taking what is mine.

Before I can break free a loud thud comes from the other side of the door that Tempi closed and locked behind her friend. The door breaks open and men from the outside group of security officers break in. My girl jumps up and tries to make it to the gun laying on the island but before she can make it there one of the guards steps forward and hits her across the face.

And I lose my shit. The cuffs are broken and I am out of my chair before she can hit the floor. I have the man up by the neck barking orders at the others within seconds. This mother fucker just made the biggest mistake of his life. No one and I mean no one touches my woman. And God save the man who tries to hurt her because I am prepared to open up hell and bring it to the person’s feet! No one but me will ever touch her again!

Chapter Five

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Tempi

I wake up slowly, pain spreading across my cheek and causing my face to hurt like mad. The first thought that goes through my head is a sad one. We failed. We didn’t do what we needed to do to save Lyric’s dad or hell, to save ourselves. It takes me a couple of seconds to realize I am sitting up and I can’t move my hands.

I try to think back about what happened right before the men came through the door and all hell broke loose. I was giving my first lap dance to the big sexy man I had kidnapped. And I had my first-ever orgasm. It was…magical. My body become not my own, this sensation took over and I felt like I was flying. Even when I came back down I felt good - safe and sound in this big beast’s lap.

Then all that warm afterglow was gone when men with guns came bursting through the door. I’m still not sure what possessed me to think I could possibly reach the gun I had left lying on the island but one of them stepped forward and clocked me with the butt of his gun and I was done.

The last thing I remember is my growly beast breaking free and me thinking that it was hot as fuck that he could have gotten loose this entire time and didn’t. Or was he just buying the men at the door time? Was all of it a lie - the sexy talk, the promises, the want I thought I saw in his eyes? Was it all an act?

That thought makes me ache more than the bump on my face. And why can’t I move my fucking arms? I crack open one of myeyes and look at my hand. It’s cuffed to the spindle of the bed and when I turn my head - very slowly as not to cause my face to explode with pain - the other one is cuffed as well.

It takes me a few seconds to realize I am sitting on a bed. The biggest damned bed I’ve ever seen. Fear takes hold and makes it hard for me to speak when I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I don’t think and jerk my head causing my face to throb. Out of the dark shadows comes….my beast. The man I spent hours teasing because I thought nothing would happen to me. I am so fucked!

My heart just keeps beating harder and harder as he steps closer and closer to the bed where I’m bound. I would probably feel a lot better if I had clothes on but all I am wearing are my panties. At least when the men came in I had been wearing this big man’s coat so every part of me was covered down to my knees - maybe even a little past. Now, I have nothing but a pair of fucking thong panties on. They cover nothing and offer no protection whatsoever.

I guess it could have been worse. I could have nothing at all on. I could have woken up in a jail cell wearing just my panties. I could have woken up with a bunch of men standing around me. That thought gives me the courage to finally speak. Clearly, I’m not in jail or prison. This room is way too nice to be associated with a prison.

“What do you plan to do to me now that you’re the one in control?”

His face breaks into a wide grin before he answers me, “Same thing you did to me.”

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