like tissue, and buttons fly like confetti. This is getting a bit destructive, but I’m liking it. I’m liking it a lot.
He sweeps the scattered buttons from my bare belly, and threads his arm under my curving back to claw at my spine.
“Where to start first.” He moves his hand under my black lace bra and flicks open the clasp. “Where Elizabeth?” He bends and kisses my nipple, making me flinch as his tongue teases.
I can’t think straight. All I want is him inside me. He’s placed the image of us fucking in every room inside my mind, and we haven’t even got going yet. I shut my eyes as he stands up and takes off my boots, one at a time.
“You’re not answering me?” He pulls his sweater over his head, his expression too calm, and his muscular frame taunting the hell out of me.
Adrien, please don’t make me talk. Just let me touch your skin , my head yells as I lick my lips.
I use the backrest to lift my body as he tugs down my grey jeans and damp panties. He drops them onto the floor. These small things usually look clumsy, but when he does it, even if it is to simply slip a sock from his foot, it’s the damn sexiest thing you could witness.
“I have something,” he says, walking across to a wooden box on the shelving unit.
My mouth dries. I can’t close it. His back muscles, I want to tongue. He so delectable. I’m here all naked and wet, and his patience for sex is driving me crazy.
Holy shit. He’s just pulled something red out from the wooden box. He’s twirling it in his hand and is now pulling it to tease me. He turns with both hands wrapped around it, his knuckles white. I angle up further in excitement.
“Remember?” He lets the blindfold and rope hang from his fingers.
I gape at them. Yes I remember. Killiecrankie. The room. The shit-hot foreplay and sex. The rest I want to forget.
“Come with me.” He walks toward the glass panel doors.
I frown. What the fuck is he doing? Do I follow? I would absolutely love to experience the high I got last time, but it messed him up way too much. I can’t stand the idea of our new home being tainted, because his thirst becomes more intense than the passion.
I get up regardless and follow, tugging my torn shirt over my bare breasts. He’s waiting for me by the door to the left of the master bedroom. With a sly fleeting glance, he opens and I watch him enter. I hover on the spot for a second, wondering whether to refuse, until his hand shoots out to seize mine, pulling me inside.
I’m a little confused by all this sexual mysteriousness. The room I’m standing in is basically a bedroom, a little smaller than the master-suite. There is a normal looking black king-size four-poster, with no hooks or sinister looking objects. And the deco is very similar to our room, grey, but with a damask feature wall behind the bed.
I grab a soft brown fluffy throw that hangs over a chair to cover myself, and see something a little more ominous. The leg of each bedpost, has been bolted to the floor with heavy duty metal brackets.
My thin eyes land on Adrien. He drops the red rope on the floor and approaches my confusion. He hands me the blindfold, then leans over to reach behind the bedpost against the wall to unclip something. Something metal sounding.
Holy crap, he’s holding a chain connected to a handcuff. This is a lot more intimidating than being bound by silk rope. I catch a quivering breath. What has he got planned for me? To be horny, nervous, and bloody bewildered at the same time, is exhausting.
“This bed is for you,” he utters, studying my every move. “And these.” He holds up the heavy handcuff. “Are for me.”
“For you?”
“I want you to take control, Elizabeth.”
“You want me to lock you to that bed?” I look at the posts and gulp.
“These are made with reinforced steel, and have been buried in concrete.” He pats the solid post. “These cuffs, I have only ever got free of when I was awakening.” He strolls to
He sweeps the scattered buttons from my bare belly, and threads his arm under my curving back to claw at my spine.
“Where to start first.” He moves his hand under my black lace bra and flicks open the clasp. “Where Elizabeth?” He bends and kisses my nipple, making me flinch as his tongue teases.
I can’t think straight. All I want is him inside me. He’s placed the image of us fucking in every room inside my mind, and we haven’t even got going yet. I shut my eyes as he stands up and takes off my boots, one at a time.
“You’re not answering me?” He pulls his sweater over his head, his expression too calm, and his muscular frame taunting the hell out of me.
Adrien, please don’t make me talk. Just let me touch your skin , my head yells as I lick my lips.
I use the backrest to lift my body as he tugs down my grey jeans and damp panties. He drops them onto the floor. These small things usually look clumsy, but when he does it, even if it is to simply slip a sock from his foot, it’s the damn sexiest thing you could witness.
“I have something,” he says, walking across to a wooden box on the shelving unit.
My mouth dries. I can’t close it. His back muscles, I want to tongue. He so delectable. I’m here all naked and wet, and his patience for sex is driving me crazy.
Holy shit. He’s just pulled something red out from the wooden box. He’s twirling it in his hand and is now pulling it to tease me. He turns with both hands wrapped around it, his knuckles white. I angle up further in excitement.
“Remember?” He lets the blindfold and rope hang from his fingers.
I gape at them. Yes I remember. Killiecrankie. The room. The shit-hot foreplay and sex. The rest I want to forget.
“Come with me.” He walks toward the glass panel doors.
I frown. What the fuck is he doing? Do I follow? I would absolutely love to experience the high I got last time, but it messed him up way too much. I can’t stand the idea of our new home being tainted, because his thirst becomes more intense than the passion.
I get up regardless and follow, tugging my torn shirt over my bare breasts. He’s waiting for me by the door to the left of the master bedroom. With a sly fleeting glance, he opens and I watch him enter. I hover on the spot for a second, wondering whether to refuse, until his hand shoots out to seize mine, pulling me inside.
I’m a little confused by all this sexual mysteriousness. The room I’m standing in is basically a bedroom, a little smaller than the master-suite. There is a normal looking black king-size four-poster, with no hooks or sinister looking objects. And the deco is very similar to our room, grey, but with a damask feature wall behind the bed.
I grab a soft brown fluffy throw that hangs over a chair to cover myself, and see something a little more ominous. The leg of each bedpost, has been bolted to the floor with heavy duty metal brackets.
My thin eyes land on Adrien. He drops the red rope on the floor and approaches my confusion. He hands me the blindfold, then leans over to reach behind the bedpost against the wall to unclip something. Something metal sounding.
Holy crap, he’s holding a chain connected to a handcuff. This is a lot more intimidating than being bound by silk rope. I catch a quivering breath. What has he got planned for me? To be horny, nervous, and bloody bewildered at the same time, is exhausting.
“This bed is for you,” he utters, studying my every move. “And these.” He holds up the heavy handcuff. “Are for me.”
“For you?”
“I want you to take control, Elizabeth.”
“You want me to lock you to that bed?” I look at the posts and gulp.
“These are made with reinforced steel, and have been buried in concrete.” He pats the solid post. “These cuffs, I have only ever got free of when I was awakening.” He strolls to
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