Apologies for the delays.
To be clear - this is the final chapter.
:)
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A flurry of whimsical thoughts fluttered about Amber's drowsy mind. Lying back against soft sheets, she felt well-rested, as though gently drifting from a much needed nap.
Despite the comfort, she wasn't relaxed. She felt...heated. Her whole body tingled. The warmth seemed to radiate about her lower body, fluttering up to her chest. Her heartbeat continued to accelerate with a sense of building urgency. Not sure what was wrong with her, Amber frowned and arched her back.
The night air stimulated her naked breasts as they raised to the ceiling. A delicious thrill ribboned down her spine, channelling between her legs.
"Oh!" she gasped, and her startled blue eyes flew open. Staring down her body, her sight adjusted to the dark. There was a large, half-naked man between her legs.
"No! No! Don't!" she cried out, moving to push him away. But she could only jerk her hips against his face. Straining back, Amber realised her wrists were restrained with silk ties. So were her legs.
"No! Brad, please stop!" she begged. Now fully clicked into reality, she quivered on the brink of a climax.
Brad raised his head. Though she couldn't clearly make out his features by the moonlight, his teeth flashed white as he grinned at her.
"Shhh, baby," he whispered, reassuringly. "I didn't use the lube, I swear. This is all you. Just enjoy it..."
"No! Wait!"
Brad ignored her protests, lowering his warm mouth to her dripping-wet pussy. His lips parted against her and his tongue slowly lingered about her clit, gently circling, teasing her into a frenzy.
"Oh! Please, don't! Ohh!" Amber implored, tugging harder against the restraints as an intense pleasure gathered within her. He was going to make her come for him, again. And she couldn't stop him.
Astonishingly, Brad stopped. Amber shakily exhaled her relief.
"Tell me you love me," he murmured.
Quietly climbing off the bed, he clicked on a side lamp, wanting to clearly see her beautiful, tortured face. As the room slightly brightened with soft light, Brad watched silently, purely distracted by the sight of Amber.
As she'd slept, he gently removed the chain and tied her down with silk. She still wore the yellow robe, but he'd peeled it open fully, so she was as good as naked. Her normally straight, light blonde hair was slightly ruffled from her struggling, but still pleasantly framed her doll-like features.
Soft, full lips parted with surprise. Light-blue eyes, like sheets of ice, wide with alarm. Her firm, curved breasts rapidly rose and fell with her exertion, her pink nipples pouted at Brad, as though begging for his mouth to attach. At the apex of her toned, spread legs, her pussy glistened with her juices and his saliva.
"God, you look spectacular," he breathed, watching her blush and scowl at his compliment.
Though it made no difference, Amber continued to uneasily tug at the bonds. Being watched by Brad in such a vulnerable position made her extremely uncomfortable. Brad was still half-naked, and had taken his suit pants off. Only wearing black underwear, he was clearly erect.
Gazing up at his tall, athletic figure, Amber knew that even if she weren't tied down, she wouldn't stand a chance against him. It was a proven fact that didn't make her feel any better.
"Brad, please," she pleaded. A delicate sheen of nervous sweat made her skin shine like porcelain in the lamplight, and Brad slowly exhaled in a sexy whistle.
"Baby, I'm not doing anything except give you pleasure," he pointed out. Flexing his biceps, he rested both hands on his hips. "If you want me to stop, tell me you love me."
As she hesitated, he shrugged and jumped back on the bed with surprising agility, cupping her pussy with his hand.
"You're so hot. So wet," he chuckled, lightly caressing her. "I know your body so well, Amber. I know I can make you come."
Amber quickly averted her eyes to the ceiling. Though tempted to deny it, she wasn't going to invite him to prove her wrong.
"Tell me you love me," he repeated, teasing her with his fingertips.
Amber grit her teeth, reminding herself of her earlier resolve to pacify him with compliance, that she didn't want any pleasure from him. But she hated him so much.
"I love you," she muttered reluctantly, as though the words repulsed her.
Even in the still room, Brad strained to hear her. At the long silence that followed, Amber nervously moved her attention from the ceiling to meet Brad's thoughtful gaze.
"Sure," he replied with a smirk. "Keep telling me that. When you're more convincing, maybe I'll stop."
"Ok, I love you!" Amber exclaimed in dismay, seeing Brad settle comfortably between her legs. "I love you, I do! Don't, Brad! Oh!"
Amber's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as Brad slowly slid a finger inside her.
"Somehow...I'm not convinced. Don't worry, baby, I won't let you come," he promised, wriggling his finger within her tightness and feeling her pussy clench around it in response. "I'll just make you feel good."
"Uhhh... don't!" Amber exclaimed, feeling his hot breath against her pussy.
"Tell me, Amber," he whispered. Finger still inside her, he lightly flicked her pussy with his tongue. In response, her legs seized up on either side of his face. "Use my name."
"I-I..." Amber stuttered, struggling to concentrate. With her mind blurred by sensation, she could barely think. What did she want?
As she fought to organise her scattered thoughts, his finger continued to move inside her, slowly sliding out... squeezing further in... rubbing against her sensitive inner-walls... stroking her g-spot...
