© Copyright DIANA HUNTER, 2011.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc
Now, as she sat on his bed wearing nothing but a thong,an unclasped bra and the scarves he’d tied around her ankles and wrists, she showed another facet. That of the playful minx. She would not give up her freedom easily. Instead she played with him, teasing him along with her harem-girl antics. He grinned, glad she was a worthy adversary.
Lauren pulled one of the scarves along his shoulder, and with difficulty, John ignored it, turning the tables on her by running his finger over her breasts, just above the bra that still partially covered them. She smiled seductively, letting her hand fall to drape the see-through scarf over his hand, obscuring his vision of her breasts.
Undeterred, he took the center of her bra in his fingers and pulled. Slowly, maddeningly slowly, he brought it down her belly, the straps sliding along her arms. When one became caught on her elbow, she wiggled it free while John continued to remove the garment. It came free of her hands and he took a moment to untangle it from the scarves. Lauren used that moment to again drape the silk over her breasts.
Even though the room’s temperature reflected the summer heat, John could see the twin bumps under the silk that showed how much she enjoyed this play. His cock, already stirring, responded more strongly to the sight and John eased himself forward, wanting a better look and a more comfortable position.
Lauren pulled the silk from her breasts. He couldn’t resist. Bending farther, his lips encircled her nipple in a tender kiss. She tasted sweet, like nectar sucked from a flower and he wanted more. Gently biting her nipple, he made sure all her attention centered on her breasts while he took her hand and raised it over her head, ostensibly to get better access. While she was thus occupied, he looped the silk over the bedpost knob and tied it securely. Only then did he once again stand.
Her eyes, soft with seduction, watched as he unzipped his jeans and slid them to the floor. He’d worn no socks with his loafers, which he simply kicked off and left under the bed. Catching her gaze with his, he sat beside her, trailing the backs of his fingers over the beautiful mounds of her breasts. Only then did she move, or try to. When her right arm didn’t come as she commanded, she frowned and tugged harder. He chuckled.
“Didn’t think those scarves were only for decoration, did you?”
“Then you really mean to… That is…”
Keeping his voice neutral, he answered, “I really do.” This was the crucial moment. He would never tie a woman against her will, but Lauren didn’t know him well enough to understand that yet. If he pushed too hard, she might have another panic attack. If he wasn’t strong enough, she wouldn’t feel safe. He stepped onto the tightrope.
“You can tell me you don’t want this, Lauren. If you want to say, ‘thanks, it’s been fun, now untie me and let me go,’ I’ll do exactly that. I will still want to make love to you because you are a beautiful, sexy lady. You, however, have the right to refuse at any moment.”
“So if I asked you to untie me right now, you’d do it?”
“Yes.”
“But if I asked you to leave it and make love to me?”
John leaned down. “I will promise you a night like you’ve never experienced before.” He took her lips in a gentle kiss.
“That’s a pretty big boast.”
He nodded. “Yep. Want to call me on it?”