How'd he know I was ticklish? And in such specific spots, too! I meant what I said. He's cruel. There was no way around that...
We sat on the bed, motionless, for quite some time. Or, at least, it seemed like it. I was panting, now I'm breathing normal. He was smiling, now he's serious again.
What's with this man?
Come on! Have your way with me, do what you want to do and leave. That's it. Wham. Bam. Thank you ma'am.
~~~~~
So now I'm taunting her. She didn't know what I was going to do next. Hell, I barely even knew. But this I'm sure; our skin would make contact again. Soon.
Lifting my hand from her belly, I used the momentum to push my body off the bed. Standing above her, I had a nice view of what her laughter has done.
Her eyes were still watering slightly and her cheeks were a rosy color, making it appear as if she was blushing. Through the minor movements, her shirt and bra migrated upwards, exposing the bottoms of her breasts to my view. The skin oozed out deliciously. Made me want to ravish her.
Yes, here. Now. Right now.
~~~~~
A low growl rumbled from the man now towering above me. He made no movements except for his chest rising and falling from heavy breaths. What could he be thinking? Plotting?
We waited long minutes. Me, staring questioningly at him. Him, piecing scenarios in his mind.
One minute...
Two minutes...
Three minutes...
And then he moved. He dropped his hand back down to my stomach. Was he planning another tickle attack? No, that'd be too obvious. Not enough torture would come from that anymore.
As if his hand was some sort of freaky spider, it began making its way toward my chest. One finger at a time, he edged his touch up and up. Then, shivers raced painfully along my back, causing my body to bow towards the ceiling.
"I haven't even done anything..." He chuckled.
"You're touching me. That is something." I tried to put up a hard front. Maybe that could faze him a little.
"Yes." He bent down and placed a kiss near my collar bone, "I suppose it is."
~~~~~
Using my index finger, I gently edged the fabrics of her bra and tank-top up. The moonlight caught the color of her skin wonderfully. Like a porcelain doll. A bound, vulnerable and majorly unwilling porcelain doll. All mine for the taking.
She gasped and shook when her clothes slid over the tip of her nipples. Yes, this would be fun. I took her breast in my hand and gave it a firm squeeze, eliciting a yelp from my cute captive. Her left breast oozed between my fingers, her nipple peeking between my middle and ring digits.
Glancing to her face, she showed an expression of pained enjoyment. It caused me to smile, if only a little. Through her distraction, I took the opportunity to straddle her form, placing my legs on each side of her hips. It didn't seem to stun her too much.
Then, bending at the waist, I moistened my lips with an eager tongue and engulfed her delicate nipple in my mouth.
~~~~~
The sensation was frightening. My heart froze and breath caught in the back of my throat. My fingers dug into the binding ropes and I was almost positive that my hands were bleeding.
Strangely, there was a feeling of warmth spreading through my chest soon after he sucked in my breast. How nauseating...
His teeth grazed the tender place at the tip of the nipple, sparking a small scream from me. My back arched further, pushing my body into his.
This was demeaning. Absolutely, one hundred percent horribly demoralizing towards me. How would he feel if I were on top, taking over his completely vulnerable state?
