Riddick breathed hard around the rubber of the horse bit. It dug uncomfortably into the corners of his mouth. The discomfort had not diminished his interest in Clara taking off her clothes though. Only her black leather boots and thong remained. She ran her hands around the curve of her breast and then down her stomach, pressing her fingers into her flesh. Her penetrating stare never left Riddick’s face. She was enjoying every second of his uneasiness.
She closed her eyes and began to move her body to an imaginary rhythm. She swayed her hips and bent her knees. Arching her back she pushed her chest and ass out, and lightly pivoted on one foot. Finally she ran her hands up the back of her neck, and her fingers through her pale blonde hair. It fanned it out across her shoulders. Her hands wandered down the entire length of her body, pausing to pinch her erect nipples. When her fingers finally arrived at the edge of the soft leather thong, she tucked them inside the hem. Bending her knees, she arched her back again, grabbed the ties quickly on both sides, and pulled them loose. The thong fell away, revealing the neatly trimmed blonde curls that had already begun to glisten with her arousal.
She looked from one cuff around Riddick’s wrist to the other and then down to the ones around his ankles. Checking that they were still done up tight, happy he was secure, she moved close enough to touch him. Extending one hand slowly she laid it flat against his chest waiting for his reaction. He stared straight ahead at her, watching the play of emotions cross her face. Lust and excitement, were clearly visible in her eyes. She continued to rub her own body. The fingertips of her other hand kneaded the soft flesh of her breast, pausing to pinch at one of her hard nipples again, as she continued to massage herself to arousal.
Riddick had to make a choice. He could try and stop her, which in his present position wasn’t going to be effective and would probably result in another session with the tamer. Or he could let her work him over and get his revenge at a later date.
Riddick had the decision made for him. Clara ran her hand down his chest, across his stomach and through his tight dark curls until she grasped his semi-hard cock. She had the naughtiest smirk on her face. The look of a woman, enjoying having a man to toy with. He inhaled around the bit. She laid her other hand on his stomach, leaning against his hard muscular body, and sank to her knees. Riddick wanted to smile but the bit wouldn’t let him. Her eyes never left his face as she parted her lips and slowly took him into her mouth. Riddick rolled his eyes, trying to stay focused on her face.
Ohh…Fuck!
She sucked him in hard, flicking her tongue around his head. Riddick groaned. Clara might usually prefer girls but she wasn’t lacking in her touch with a man. She licked his entire cock from base to head in one sweeping movement, the throbbing shaft twitching and pulsing. She held him with the touch of silk and the grip of steel. Riddick gasped and shifted in his restraints. Clara suddenly pulled away from him and he slid from her mouth. The coolness of the room, was briefly accentuated by the dampness of his cock. She was still being exceedingly careful of him. He might be restrained but he was still a predatory animal to be feared and treated warily.
Riddick stood still once more. He made[i] his[/i]choice now; he really didn’t want her to stop. The moment became a seminal one. Clara smiled; she understood he was going to be good. Riddick realized he was submitting himself to her entirely. He felt uncomfortable giving her that much power, but he wanted to come badly. She was his only route to do so for the present.
