He dragged her here... why? Her thoughts played in her head over and over. They were dancing, laughing, having a wonderful night and then he placed his hand on her back and pulled her into a kiss unexpectedly. Her mind raced, but her body melted. She kissed him back. Why had she done that? They had been over for years and their lives had moved on. She was happy now. She has a man, a job, no... a career, responsibilities and people who depend on her every day. She had become so strong, so responsible, and so in charge of her life.
He lifted her up, taking her wrist and placing it in the cuff that dangled from the chain. The leather was soft and fit tight around her wrist. Her cheeks flushed bright red when she realized she had already lifted the other arm before he even reached for it. His eyes caught hers and she looked away. God help her. The roughness of his hand brought a small shudder down her body as he took her face in his hand and turned her back to look at him.
"You were always far too lovely to hide your face from me." His lips brushed hers again and she strained forward to kiss him to slowly. The desire for him flared and she cursed herself, pulling on the chains then relaxing, knowing it was far too late to turn back even if she could pretend, she wanted to.
It took no time to finish securing her ankles. He finished with trained precision before standing and stepping back to take a look at her helpless body. She looked back at him as well, no longer the scared girl he had found. The beat of her heart echoed in her ears as she fought to control her breathing. Would it matter to him at all that she was stronger now?
His hand moved along her side, exploring her hip and thigh, then up. This slow tracing of his fingers along her body always made her feel as if he was memorizing her, burning her body into his memory for all time. She felt that hand brush her breast and her breath caught in her chest. Damn, he had noticed it as well. The corner of his mouth curled with is smile and she felt heat burn up in the pit of her stomach like an inferno.
"Ok, yes. I missed this." She spoke out of turn and without being asked. There wasn't a meek young play thing here.
"You didn't have to tell me." His hand cupped her breast, squeezing the flesh through her silk top. Her nipples firmed and slid against the thin material as if reaching out for his very touch. She bit her lip to stifle the moan that come from deep within and looked at him with eyes that weren't so easily masked. "I missed you as well."
Her eyes widened at that confession. He had missed her? He had never contacted her at all after she left him. Not one attempt to win her back or show he needed her. It was just over, done, finished in an instant, and NOW he says he missed her?
The contact of his lips to her breast shook her from her thoughts. His teeth bit at her hard tip through the silk and her head flew back as the moan ripped from her chest. Nothing could have stopped it. His tongue rolled her nipple, teased it even covered. The warmth of his breath and the moisture of his tongue seeping through and making her strain at the chains. She wanted her hands in his hair. She craved his skin against hers.
"Please..." she whispered as he teased her breast, his eyes locking on hers as he bit and tugged that hard tip.
"Please what?" he smirked, and she cursed herself again.
"Please Sir... Please use me." her body flushed red and her pussy drenched through her panties.
He sucked at her nipple harder, a low growl of need coming from his throat as he pushes himself against her body. His fingers moving along her body, down her thighs slowly as his kisses moved up her chest. Stopping at her neck, sucking at the pulse, feeling it quicken. Her heart raced as he brought every nerve in her body alive.
The moans escaping her lips were muffled by his sudden kiss. Their tongues twisting together, a dance so familiar it brought a new level lust out inside her. Hunger. She pushed her body against the cross, spreading herself for him as his fingers pushed down against her wet covered pussy.
She was strong and she was hungry, and this time around she would not allow him to take her. She would choose to be his in lust. That was her power.
Story By: mystrmitch resident
Photos By: mystermitch resident
Furniture used: ::WS:: Bondage Cross
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