firefly-flashes: “Stay right there,” he insisted. “You know the windows are tinted, but somewhere in
firefly-flashes: “Stay right there,” he insisted. “You know the windows are tinted, but somewhere in the back of your mind worries that maybe, just maybe, someone will see you. Someone will see you with your breasts bound up in my rope and your pussy bared for everyone to admire. And as much as it terrifies you, it turns you on, too.” He pulled her knees wider apart; the fuck-me stillettos she’d worn today keeping her exposed and open. Her hands were secured behind her back, but not uncomfortably so, just enough to make her back arch and push her breasts up. He pinched a nipple until they both beaded into tight little points, aching and begging for more. His other hand snaked into her hair and tugged, tipping her face up to his. He took her mouth as if it were his by right, every corner and crevice tasted and licked and nipped until she was breathless. “I see you,” he said. “I see every thing you do, every little inhalation of breath, every squirm, every pleading look. I know this scares you, a little.” His hand slid down from her nipple to her pussy, fingers flicking through her wetness to the molten core of her body. His smile as he looked down at her was full of the promise of dark and wicked things to come. “I also know it makes you dripping wet,” he added. “Here…taste.” Every day -- source link