front of the other. With each footfall, pain and pleasure warred inside her. She was terrified she might lose control again.
Something hard bumped against her knees. Her eyes flew open, and the world swam back into focus. She realized that he had brought them to an empty table at an open-air café. She sat down hard, overcome with relief and gratitude, and felt the stern prick of small spikes bite into her inner thighs. She yelped and spread her legs.
“Good girl. Stay right there. I’ll be right back.”
He left for a moment, returned with steaming plates. She ate wordlessly, feeling obscenely, lewdly exposed. It seemed to her that every person who passed them by was staring at her, noticing how she sat with her legs apart, seeing her breasts move and sway, thinking her a slut.
When they had finished, Anthony offered her his hand. She found walking to be much easier. She seemed to be learning the rhythm: a slightly open-legged gait, hips swaying. The balls moved in time to her steps, distracting but not overwhelming. “There you go,” he said, “now you’re moving like a stripper.”
For the next hour or so, they ducked into one small store after another, making a wide circuit of the blocks surrounding the hotel. Each time, he conversed briefly with the shopkeeper and left empty-handed. Eileen was too wrapped up in her own internal struggle to wonder what he was looking for.
Finally, he pulled her into a tiny, narrow shop crammed with tall shelves of cooking supplies. The shopkeeper nodded and smiled in response to his question. He passed her some folded bills, and she gave him a small, tightly-wrapped plastic bag. He thanked her and took Eileen by the arm.
“Did you still want to explore?”
She shuddered. Heavy round objects pressed against sensitive places. Her eyes closed; her breathing quickened. “No! I want to go back.”
The return trip went much more quickly, in no small measure because of her increasing skill at walking without letting the sharp metal teeth touch her thighs. Even so, by the time they were within sight of the hotel’s signature tall, narrow revolving door, the sun had settled low in the sky. Her breathing was erratic as she battled a growing sense of urgency within her. She won the race only narrowly, contractions already building around the steel balls as they crossed the threshold of the hotel. She fled into the relative safety of the elevator and leaned against the wall, panting.
Chapter 5
The elevator lifted them smoothly to the top floor, announcing its arrival with a musical chime. He stepped out in front of her, took her by the hand. The door yielded to his key, and he led her back into the penthouse.
As they stepped into the suite, he grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her roughly against the wall. His mouth, hungry, found hers. His tongue pushed its way past her lips, demanding. His hand closed over her breast. She shuddered, moaned, tried to twist away. He dropped his package and took her wrists firmly in his hands. He growled and pinned them beside her; his tongue forced its way deeper. She quivered, helpless; wetness trickled down her thigh.
When he finally broke the kiss, she was flush with need, and her hips ground against his. He smiled, pleased. “Turn around. Face the wall.”
She hesitated. He growled again. Strong arms twisted her around. He shoved her hard against the wall, held her there with one hand. “Hold still.” He reached into his pocket.
Something slid across her eyes, obscuring her vision. She felt a strap slide snugly behind her head. Her hands flew to her face, and found a smooth, soft leather blindfold. He slapped her hands away. “Don’t touch.”
He turned her around again. His lips met hers; the kiss began softly, gently, and built very slowly. Coiling tension spread through her as he pressed harder against her. Her lips parted willingly this time, inviting the tip of his tongue deeper. Soon the last tattered shreds of her
Something hard bumped against her knees. Her eyes flew open, and the world swam back into focus. She realized that he had brought them to an empty table at an open-air café. She sat down hard, overcome with relief and gratitude, and felt the stern prick of small spikes bite into her inner thighs. She yelped and spread her legs.
“Good girl. Stay right there. I’ll be right back.”
He left for a moment, returned with steaming plates. She ate wordlessly, feeling obscenely, lewdly exposed. It seemed to her that every person who passed them by was staring at her, noticing how she sat with her legs apart, seeing her breasts move and sway, thinking her a slut.
When they had finished, Anthony offered her his hand. She found walking to be much easier. She seemed to be learning the rhythm: a slightly open-legged gait, hips swaying. The balls moved in time to her steps, distracting but not overwhelming. “There you go,” he said, “now you’re moving like a stripper.”
For the next hour or so, they ducked into one small store after another, making a wide circuit of the blocks surrounding the hotel. Each time, he conversed briefly with the shopkeeper and left empty-handed. Eileen was too wrapped up in her own internal struggle to wonder what he was looking for.
Finally, he pulled her into a tiny, narrow shop crammed with tall shelves of cooking supplies. The shopkeeper nodded and smiled in response to his question. He passed her some folded bills, and she gave him a small, tightly-wrapped plastic bag. He thanked her and took Eileen by the arm.
“Did you still want to explore?”
She shuddered. Heavy round objects pressed against sensitive places. Her eyes closed; her breathing quickened. “No! I want to go back.”
The return trip went much more quickly, in no small measure because of her increasing skill at walking without letting the sharp metal teeth touch her thighs. Even so, by the time they were within sight of the hotel’s signature tall, narrow revolving door, the sun had settled low in the sky. Her breathing was erratic as she battled a growing sense of urgency within her. She won the race only narrowly, contractions already building around the steel balls as they crossed the threshold of the hotel. She fled into the relative safety of the elevator and leaned against the wall, panting.
Chapter 5
The elevator lifted them smoothly to the top floor, announcing its arrival with a musical chime. He stepped out in front of her, took her by the hand. The door yielded to his key, and he led her back into the penthouse.
As they stepped into the suite, he grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her roughly against the wall. His mouth, hungry, found hers. His tongue pushed its way past her lips, demanding. His hand closed over her breast. She shuddered, moaned, tried to twist away. He dropped his package and took her wrists firmly in his hands. He growled and pinned them beside her; his tongue forced its way deeper. She quivered, helpless; wetness trickled down her thigh.
When he finally broke the kiss, she was flush with need, and her hips ground against his. He smiled, pleased. “Turn around. Face the wall.”
She hesitated. He growled again. Strong arms twisted her around. He shoved her hard against the wall, held her there with one hand. “Hold still.” He reached into his pocket.
Something slid across her eyes, obscuring her vision. She felt a strap slide snugly behind her head. Her hands flew to her face, and found a smooth, soft leather blindfold. He slapped her hands away. “Don’t touch.”
He turned her around again. His lips met hers; the kiss began softly, gently, and built very slowly. Coiling tension spread through her as he pressed harder against her. Her lips parted willingly this time, inviting the tip of his tongue deeper. Soon the last tattered shreds of her
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