We kept the heated battle between our eyes going for, at least, five minutes.
Luckily, it didn't appear that either of us minded. Her eyes were absolute jewels. Some higher creature placed perfect little emeralds around her black pupils and, for all I care, they're the epitome of beauty.
My hand stayed firm on her taut belly. She was wiggling, trying her hardest to break free of my touch. But that wouldn't happen. I tied her in such a way that she could move enough to be decently comfortable but couldn't escape from what I planned to do. I can understand her fear, her anxiety of what is to come and, surely, her growing excitement of what was happening.
After a couple more drawn out minutes, a fun thought popped into my head. Our gazes broke and she instantly became nervous. Apparently I had expressed my new found thought. She was likely piecing two and two together. She was bound to the bed, my hand lay still, for now, on her stomach and she was vulnerable to any of my wishes.
"Don't." Her word was spoken through clenched teeth. Yes, she most definitely had an inkling of what I was going to do. I smiled in response. She wouldn't be able to prevent it and I was having fun daunting her.
We looked at my hand in unison. I heard her breath slow and it appeared to be she was trying to hold it in. The muscles beneath the tank-top tightened. Too bad, though, because it wouldn't help. The skin is what I'm after.
Inching her top up with the tips of my fingers, I gradually began to expose her pale complexion to the moonlight. She was breathing now, frantically almost. I continued with the little exploration. However, in total, my movements - the moving of my head and the rising of her tank-top - had maybe amounted to twelve inches, the head inclining being the majority.
"Don't, I said." She tried once again to command my movements. She wouldn't win just yet. The hem of the top came to the bottom of her bra, where I proceeded to tuck the fabric. She wiggled once more and I stilled my hand on her bare flesh.
She was warm, despite the numerous goosebumps appearing along her skin. I noticed her back arch ever so slightly. Was she trying to press into my touch? Or was it her body merely reacting to the unstoppable shivers racing along her spine?
"Now, prepare yourself." I gave her a few seconds to register my words. We wouldn't want her going into shock, now. Quickly, she sucked in more than enough air and once again tightened her muscles. Still, it wouldn't help.
Grinning, I gave her stomach a firm squeeze, each of my fingertips applying pressure to specific points. She jumped.
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Damn! It!
If it weren't for that stupid rope binding my wrists together, I'd of taken this sick man down my now. Well, even though my hands aren't of any use, I could use my legs to kick him a bit.
Right?
Wrong!
What was it about this man's hand being on my stomach that total immobilized my body? It's absolutely annoying when someone knows more about your body than
you
.
I knew what he was going to do with than hand of his when the thought crossed his mind. I wasn't happy when I realized what was going to happen. The worst part was that I couldn't do a thing.
When he exposed the skin of my stomach, a rush of cold air seemed to freeze my core. And then his hand positioned just perfectly. How'd he know of these spots?
I wanted to prepare for what was to come next. I didn't want him to get the best of me. So I sucked in a good amount of air and firmed up the muscles. Maybe it would lessen the impact.
