“Present your hands to me.” I frowned at him. “Love.” His ..
Added 2020-08-07 17:31:21 +0000 UTC“Present your hands to me.” I frowned at him. “Love.” His voice was sharp. “Give me your fucking hands.” I did. He held my wrists in the stretch of one big hand, lifting them over my head, laying me down again. I watched the pulse hammer in his throat as he leaned down to tie me to his headboard. The knots weren’t tight, but I had no interest in trying to get away. I lay stretched out on his bed, and he finally — finally — unzipped my skirt and slid it down my legs. To be honest, I hadn’t expected to be naked in front of him when I got dressed that evening. I’d indulged in some wishful thinking (as I did basically all the time), but I didn’t really own any sexy underwear- because I rarely ever wear them. Tonight’s panties had a green heart-shaped argyle pattern. They cut a little high up on my cheeks. Nothing special. But he murmured, “Jesus, look at you.” I blushed and looked away. His hands slid up my nylon covered thighs and his fingers curled around the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. Oh, come on. The lights were on, and he was going to look, like he’d fucking looked at everything else, like he could memorize it. “Mr.A, listen—” “Hush,” he said again, and looked up at me. “Are you going to make me gag you?” TO BE CONTINUED...
