“Has anyone seen her?” Connor asked.
“No,” Susan said.
“You know Greg sacked her because of the blog,” Connor said.
“The official story is it’s because she used the Internet during work hours,” Susan said.
“Bullshit.” Connor picked up his coffee, took a sip and discarded it. Cold. “Maggie hardly ever used the computer for personal stuff. There were other worse offenders who should have been made an example of before Maggie.”
“Greg is a prick,” Julia said.
“Pompous,” Christina agreed. “And it’s not fair. Maggie should take a case to the employment tribunal.”
“She won’t do that,” Connor said, thinking about her mother and father and her past. She wouldn’t want people gossiping about her or the publicity.
“Greg wasn’t right for Maggie. You’re much better,” Susan said. “We noticed her growing confidence, but didn’t know why.”
“What if Maggie doesn’t want to get back together with you?” Christina asked.
Connor stared at her in shock, his gut lurching with a jolt of fear. He hated to consider that possibility. Instead, he’d focus on his plan. “If that’s what Maggie wants, I’ll walk away.” He forced out the words while his mind screamed at him. The words were a lie. He’d do anything to change Maggie’s mind.
Undress and lie on your bed. Close your eyes.
You hear me open a drawer and know I’ve pulled out our favorite rope. It’s soft so it won’t scratch your delicate skin. Imagine me straddling your body, dragging the end of that soft rope over your shoulders and lower across your breasts. I use it as a massager, a mere scrape of fibers across your skin, and sometimes I change the pressure so it digs into your muscles, the sensation almost painful.
I awake your nerve endings until they sing and your sex tingles. Every one of my touches zaps its way there until your tissues are damp and your juices run from your pussy.
Using my mouth, I kiss the parts of your body that don’t normally receive that type of attention, then gradually, I start to tie you. I loop the rope around your legs, tying them apart so your pussy flowers and blooms for me. I imagine the cool air feels good on your swollen tissues, the contrast another layer of sensation.
Soon your arms are secure and you can’t move. You’re at my mercy. I kiss your lips, and you groan. You want me to fuck you, but I know it can be better, your need more urgent.
I suck your neck, nipping then laving your flesh. You love being helpless and at my mercy. I like having you that way. It’s a real turn-on for me, seeing your swollen lips, your taut muscles as you strain toward me, desperate to end the ache in your pussy.
You beg me to take you, to ram my cock deep until the pleasure takes us both.
Laughing, I say no. I flick your tight nipples and lick around the areola. I tease them, tightening my fingers until the blood rushes there, the pain an echo of pleasure in your sex. You arch upward, attempting to push me, make me lose control.
“Don’t move,” I say. The words are an order, and you know it. I haven’t finished yet. I touch and tease you from head to foot until you are a quivering mass of desire, desperate for release.
Desperate for me.
Your lips are swollen, your eyes glazed, yet I have never seen a woman look more beautiful. I love looking at you, knowing I have the power to create this reaction in you.
Without a word, I untie the ropes holding you captive. You’re confused. Nervous. I can see it in the way you look at me and the fine tremor of your body.
“Turn over,” I order.
You send me another uncertain look before you flop over to lie on your stomach. I tie you again. You are my captive, mine to do with what I will.
I know you’re unsure. It’s a turn-on for me knowing you still trust me enough to follow my orders blindly. I smooth my hand over your ass. You start, your surprise a sharp intake of breath. I tap my hand down on one cheek and wind up into a spanking. You gasp. I’ve surprised you, but you adjust quickly.
From where I’m sitting I can see your pink folds and the way your juices glisten. Along with the bite of pain comes a wash of pleasure. Your butt is a delightful pink, a shade deeper than your sex. Your clit is a hard button protruding from its hood.
Finally, I stop spanking you. I guide my cock into your tight sheath. There is nothing sexier than watching my cock disappear into your body, hearing your encouraging cries and feeling the tight squeeze of your cunt.
“Please,” you beg.
I push into you, halting when I’m balls deep to enjoy the pulsing feel of you surrounding me. Then I can’t wait any longer. I draw back and thrust into you. It’s hard and almost brutal. We’re both grunting, but I can feel you lifting into my thrusts. You’re encouraging me, reaching for the orgasm I know is swelling through you, because it’s tingling in my balls too. I can feel it, and it’s so good.
