I toy with her until she's shaking. Then I bring my hand between her thighs and I stroke her over her panties.
She's fucking dripping.
I can feel it even with all that cotton in the way.
"Fuck." She tugs at my hair.
She bucks against me. Again and again.
I push her closer to the edge.
Suck a little harder.
Stroke a little softer.
I watch need spill over her expression. Her eyelids press together. Her brow knits. Her teeth sink into her lip.
She's so fucking close.
But she's not coming on my hand.
Not today.
I bring my hands to her hips and push her onto the bed.
She falls onto her back. Looks up at me with a mix of need and affection in her eyes.
"Scoot up and put your hands over your head," I demand.
She holds my gaze as she moves up the bed.
Her hands go to her hips.
She pushes her panties to her knees then kicks them off her ankles.
Thenshe brings her hands over her head.
Fuck, she's baiting me.
If it was someone else, it would annoy me.
But on her I fucking love it.
I pull my bondage rope from the bedside table and place my body next to hers.
She looks up at me, watching me tie a knot around her wrists and tie it to the railing of the bed.
Her breath hitches in her throat as I test the restraints.
Her fingers curl into her palms.
Her teeth sink into her lips.
She fucking likes being bound.
It's not exactly news. I could tell that last time. But I was too caught up in finally having her to notice just how much she wanted it.
Kay.