The figure spread eagled on the bed pulls experimentally with her arms. The bonds keeping them in place are as well tied as those on her legs, not an inch of give in them. The cool air on her naked skin and the very exposed position emphasizes just how vulnerable she is. The very thought sends a shiver of thrill running through her, culminating in a soft whimper escaping parted lips. When he returned, there would be nothing she could do, she knew she should be scared. She should feel terrified. Crying out for help. Instead, there is just a warm fuzzy feeling filling her head, blotting out all thoughts but one.
Those eyes. Those beautiful eyes. Irises such a deep crimson, they had seemed to shimmer in the shifting lights of the club. His pupils, such a deep inky black that they seemed to have no end to them. Through the fuzz she remembers only a sharp white smile and the feeling of falling deeper and deeper into those endless eyes. When she had come to she was here immobile on this bed with her thighs soaked with her own arousal.
The door opens outside of her field of view. Cold air flows in from outside and sends electric jolts of pleasure over her sensitive skin. Moaning in frustration she tries her best to move her hips to generate any sort of friction against her clit, she needs nothing more than to fulfill this need within her. Meeting only empty air, she lets out a sob of anguish. Read more »