Page 29 of A Very No Strings Halloween
“The fuck you are,” I growl. I drag her out of the dungeon cellar, her hands cuffed behind her back, in stark contrast to my put-together, powerful frame and costume. Donna’s a strong woman. She has to be,given her job. So it means a lot that she would trust me enough to give me all this power over her. It turns me on, of course. But it also makes me feel something else that I’m not going to think about. Because I already feel like I’m losing control of my feelings while having control over her body.
I bring her to a chair in the middle of the basement. It feels dark and dangerous. But it’s not the house creating that feeling. It’s us, and we’re playing with it.
“Don’t you move,” I growl into her ear.
She shivers but manages to frown up at me. “Fuck you.”
I rise and pretend I’m giving her “cell” the once-over. But of course I’m just staring at my gorgeous jailbird the whole time.
I march back over. Slowly, so she can hear my heavy footsteps but can’t see me. I swing myself around to face her in the chair, towering over her. “You’re gonna tell me what I wanna know.”
“The hell I am,” Donna says with a smirk.
I fist her hair, giving it a gentle yank. A delighted gasp escapes her lips. “Oh yes, you are. By the time I’m done with you, you’re gonna be beggin’ me to put you back in that cell.”
“Big talk,” she mutters.
It’s my turn to smirk. I let go of her hair. She’s probably expecting me to spank her. But I go theopposite way. I kiss the spot on her neck that I know drives her wild. My eyes are closed, but I hear her pull at her cuffs. “Not fair,” she whines.
“Don’t care.”
I work my way down, kissing her over her tank top. Lower and lower until I reach her slit, clearly visible through the wet spot on her panties. I kiss it. Once. Twice. Inhale. Breathing in Donna. My prisoner.
I stop pleasuring her with my mouth, suddenly pulling back.
She pulls at her cuffs again.
“You’re gonna tell me what I want to know.”
She doesn’t nod in affirmation. Just bites her bottom lip. Which is good enough for me.
“Where are you from?”
“The moon.”
I pinch a nipple, startling her.
“Jamaica Plain!” she answers again.
“Did I stutter? I didn’t ask where you lived before you got locked up. Where did you grow up?” I look her in the eye. I’m sure my eyes are as hazy with lust as hers are, but I can see her realizing that I’m not asking about the criminal character she’s pretending to be. I’m asking about Donna, my neighbor and no-strings girl.
“That’s against the rules?—”
I pinch the other nipple.
She squirms, the cuffs preventing her from moving too much in her chair. “I’m from Philadelphia.”
I reward her answer with my mouth to her pussy. If I thought she was wet before, her panties are flooded now. “Why did you move to Boston?” I ask between kisses on her mound, over the very wet cotton.
“Because the guys in Boston are stupid and they’re easy marks,” Donna the criminal quips.
Oh, Donna. Poor Donna. Forced to wear panties and a tank top that’s now property of the Billy Boston Department of Erections. But that means they’re mine to do with as I please.
I grab the left side of her panties, tear, and then rip them. I do the same to the right. I pull the tatters out from under her and ball them up. “These can go in your mouth if you’re not going to answer my questions.”
Donna’s breathing like she’s been running a marathon, even though she’s been chained in a chair for the last few minutes. “I followed my high school boyfriend to Boston for college. It was really hard to leave, because my oma and opa are there and I didn’t want to leave them. But even after my ex left, I decided to stay because I got a lot of good job offers. And because I fell in love with Boston. It was a hard choice, but I made it.”
Boston thecity. She fell in love with Boston thecity.
