“And you like it?”Ares pressed the mitt between the underside of her breast, tugging her upright.
“Yes!I don’t like that.I can’t do anything.”
“Are you all tied up and nowhere to go?A pity.”
He locked gazes with her and captured her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.
He let out a moan of his own as he feasted on her lips, swallowing her soft little breaths, and kept kissing her as he dragged the mitt along the contour of her body.The vibration of her giggle against his mouth sent heat racing down his spine.
“Can you take more?”
“Yeah.”
He brushed the glove along her arm.Her dark eyes opened in surprise and a small “oh” escaped her mouth.He brushed it along her side, in quick sure strokes, not wanting her to stay in the sensation for too long.
“That doesn’t hurt.I like the sensation of the spikes.”
“Good.What about here?”Ares brushed the top of her breasts.Slowly, he dragged it over her creamy breasts, then dragged the opposite way.Her body tensed as he repeated it on her other breast.She let out a shuddering sigh.
“Oh!I like that.”
“And here?”Ares ran the mitt with the spikes across her tummy, then lower across her mound and around the curve of her hip, rocking his hand so the spikes pressed into her fleshy bottom.
“That’s…yes.”
Ares grinned, loving her responses.She cried out, and he switched to the fuzzy side.
Her little gasps and moans kept him going, moving to her leg, then back to her ass, first the spiky side, then the soft fur.
“Where do you like the spikes most?”
“My breasts,” the confidence in which she said those surprised him, but he swept his gloved hand back up to her breast, pressing the glove down hard across her nipple.
She squirmed under his touch, her hips jerky against the ties.
He chuckled.“You can’t get away from me now.”
“I don’t want to.Ow!”
He ran the glove over her other nipple in the tight squeeze it was between the floor and the ties.
“Your skin is all red and flushed.I love hearing your little whimpers, sweet girl.”Then he dipped his glove hand right between her legs.It was a tight fight, but he got the edge of the glove against her labia.
“That’s...too much and not enough.”She rocked forward, straining in the ropes.He thrust the glove hard, pressing it into her wetness, teasing her with firm strokes.
“Ahh!I can’t!”her startle cry of frustration made him chuckle.He took the glove off, his fingers in her folds.Her wetness coated his digits.
He stared into her eyes, knowing with certainty there was no one else for him.
“I like the glove,” Her voice was thick, her words slurred with drunken pleasure.
“Me too.You’re so wet, covering my fingers with your juices.”He circled her outer lips slowly, and she bit her lip so hard she drew blood.
“But it’s not enough!”Josie cried.
“What do you want now?”
“You.Please.”
