Jack moved in front of her and Kate jumped in the chair, eyes wide.
He dropped to his knees, settled down between her legs, and forced her thighs open all the way the restraints allowed.
The ties in her ankles already kept her legs open, but he pushed them even more, strong fingers digging in her flesh, surely leaving a mark, his hands sliding slowly and surely to her hips.
She yanked at the ties in her ankles, her black heels clashing against the chair loudly, all in vain.
Kate swallowed behind the gag, "
This is not right
," she thought. Then again, nothing was right anymore.
She gasped when he buried his head between her legs with no warning, and started nuzzling his face against her panties, inhaling deeply, eyes still fixed on her. He yanked at the delicate strips of her lace garter belt, almost ripping off her stockings. Almost.
She struggled in the chair with no result, her red hair tangling over heavy breasts. Her hands were tied behind her back to the chair, same as her ankles, her hips being hold with unmerciful strength.
He was going to do whatever he pleased with her, and there was nothing she could do.
Her legs trembled when he started sucking over her panties, dampening a spot of fabric over her cunt with his tongue. He buried the flimsy fabric into her with his mouth, rubbing and pushing it inside roughly.
A rush of blood surged to her face, and she was painfully aware of her body responding to the hands and tongue, nipples hardening under her flimsy top, her tights trembling uncontrollably, and Jack's head bobbing up and down, sucking and licking her over her panties.
When he bit lightly over the fabric, her mind raced wild with scenarios of what was going to happen. Tough it was difficult with her current posture, she didn't rule out him untying her and fucking her in all fours to the ground.
She knew how eager he was, could almost smell it. And, although she couldn't see it now, she knew he was hard, he
had
to be, cock showing dark and heavy between his thighs, same as before, when he had undressed in front of her, slowly and deliberate.
When he had tossed his shirt over his head, hair mussed, she thought he looked so young like that, almost innocent. Then he had dropped everything else and stood there, his body lean a pale.
Now he was kneeling in front of her, completely naked and she knew he was hard, just reeking with arousal, no doubt about that.
And even though she was technically fully dressed, Kate had never felt as exposed in her life. Her top was already soaked with sweat, and her hardened nipples were showing through blatantly, her heavy breasts rising with her halting breath. Pooling on the soft folds of her waist her tiny skirt was riled up, showing the fragile ties of her garter belt which barely hold her stockings, her black shoes still perfectly tied to her feet, the sharp heels digging into the floor.
Her legs were opened wide, available for him to do as he pleased, just a thin layer of fabric separating them.
As if reading her mind, he murmured against her skin, "This is getting in the way, isn't it?" and yanked at the delicate panties, ripping the fabric as it was nothing, and tossing them across the room.
