I ran my fingers through your thick hair, across your strong jawline, and down your neck. As my nails traveled lightly across your chest, stopping to tease a nipple, I heard a gentle huff from you, the softest protest of my actions. You knew any outright denial at this stage was unacceptable, and besides, you wanted this as bad as I did.
“Shhhh, just relax,” I purred, my hand traveling further south as I took in your face. It was a contorted mixture of desire and frustration, and I saw your arms flexing tightly, desperate to break your wrists free of the bindings that held them securely to the bed posts. You had relinquished control to me, and there was no turning back now.
My hand reached the area just above your groin, the sensitive skin just below where the waistline of your pants would be. I dragged my nails across it, watching three red lines appear and watching your back arch in protest, causing your stiff cock to press against my arm. Again I ran my nails across your soft skin, watching your biceps flex angrily against your restraints. I was getting wet already and we hadn’t even gotten to the fun parts.