Shank gave her a lazy smile. “Yes, ma’am.” He sat and then scooted back into the middle of the bed. His feet hung off the end as he stretched his arms up over his head, fingers brushing the headboard. Allie walked to the controls and hit the large switch that brought down a soft restraint. Wide straps dropped down, catching Shank in a loose net with plenty of slack to reach the switches. However Allie then pressed the manual controls. Straps settled down against Shank’s dusky skin, molding to his form.
She left the straps loose as she walked over to the bed.
“Problem?” Shank asked.
“Not at all. I want you laid out in a very specific way, that’s all.” Because the straps were loose, when she grabbed his legs and pulled, he slid down the bed an inch. The new position left his cock and balls framed by a box created by four straps. Allie smoothed the straps down and took a second to wrap her fingers around his cock.
“Please,” Shank begged. He started to bring his arm down and then put it back over his head. “Please.”
“I want this right. Be patient.” Allie moved up Shank’s body, making sure she could reach the most vulnerable spots while still restraining him fully. His nipples were just under a strap across his chest, so she’d have easy access to those. A strap went across his chin. Allie went to the side of the restraint frame and manually shifted that strap up until it crossed his forehead. “Ready?”
“More than.”
“Good.” Allie walked over to the switches and started increasing the strap resistance. The nets were often used to immobilize the injured who couldn’t handle ship maneuvers, so the net slowly stiffened, pressing down to gently trap Shank on the bed. “How does that feel?”
“Too loose,” Shank said.
That surprised her because Allie suspected he couldn’t escape, but she took him at his word. She ordered the computer to put more pressure on the straps. Each strap sealed itself against Shank’s skin, wrapping around his head and his arms, pinning them with a perfect mechanical accuracy. Allie stopped, but this time she reached out and ran her finger under the straps. They had stiffened so much that Allie could barely get the tip of her finger between Shank’s flank and the net. There was no give at all.
“Let’s see you get free,” Allie ordered.
Shank could only shift his eyes as he tried to see her. However, he immediately tensed, his muscles gathering under the skin as he strained. A grunt slipped out, and the mattress tipped, but the straps followed each movement, forcing Shank to remain still. He fought for a long time, and then he lay back, panting. “I’m not getting free,” he admitted, his voice tight.
Allie sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his side. Sweat gave his skin an oiled texture, and Allie could feel her own body tighten. “You are so gorgeous.” She reached through the net and caught his braid before pulling it out and then unclipping the bottom so she could unwind the long hair.
“Other parts are more fun to play with,” Shank said.
“But I get to play with whatever I want. That’s part of the fun, and trust me, I don’t plan to rush to your cock. In fact, I may just let that cock lay there and suffer.”
Shank groaned. “That should not be hot.”
“But it is,” Allie said. Hell, she could feel the wetness between her legs. “You gave me a dance, so maybe I should give you one.” She stood and backed away from the bed, her hips swaying as she started lifting the bottom of her shirt, showing a thin line of skin. Allie quickly realized two things. One, she felt really weird trying to do a striptease, and two, Shank couldn’t see much with the straps holding his head so he faced the ceiling. The teasing plan was not going well, so she changed gears. “And maybe I feel like getting to the main event.”
Allie quickly stripped off her clothes and then went over to dim the lights. The streaks from hyperspace cast dancing shadows across the room and Shank’s bound form.
“You’re beautiful.” Shank whispered the words reverently, and Allie blushed.
“Maybe I should give you something better to do with your mouth than talk.”
“Maybe you should,” Shank quickly agreed, grinning widely.
Allie crawled onto the bed, her knees near his head. She waited for any sign of protest. His tongue came out and ran along his lower lip before vanishing again. Allie took that as an invitation. Moving slowly, she straddled his head and then lowered herself. She could feel his breath cooling her wet cunt, but she was quickly distracted by the warm tongue that flicked across her clit. Allie gasped, and Shank licked her again, this time harder. Allie knelt up as she gasped. When she looked down, Shank watched her with lust-darkened eyes.
“Ready?” she asked.
He grinned.
This time Allie settled down onto his face. He tasted her and then sucked at one slick cunt lip. Allie grabbed the headboard and held on, struggling against a need to grind herself against him. He teased, sucking one second and then flicking her with his tongue the next. She shifted up, giving him more room to work, and his stubble rubbed her. She would have said he didn’t have much facial hair, but now she could feel each nub, each individual hair pressing into her. It was like the rasp of a cat’s tongue. She shivered.
Allie moved down an inch, and he obliged by taking her clit into his mouth. His chin was caught against her opening. Allie groaned. Then Shank flicked his tongue against her clit while sucking it, and an orgasm hit her so hard she clamped down, her knees squeezing the sides of Shank’s head before she could even think. He just worked harder, and Allie cried out as she started rocking against him.
Allie pulled up, freeing her labia and clit from Shank’s relentless attention. Still, the postorgasm surges pushed through her several times before she could catch her breath. “Okay, that was good,” she muttered. She didn’t have air for more.
Shank’s hands were below her, and he clenched his fists over and over; however, she couldn’t see the rest of him, and suddenly she desperately needed to. She climbed off the bed, awkwardly moving around Shank, still trembling from her orgasm. Shank hadn’t been so lucky. His cock was heavy and already purple with need. His eyes were half-closed, and his face stained with her juices, yet all he did was lick his lips and watch her with a calm that she’d rarely seen in him.
She ran her fingers over his nipple, and the skin immediately puckered, and goose bumps broke out on his arm. When she tickled his exposed underarm, he gasped and gave a half-aborted giggle. Shank giggled. That was worthy of blackmail.
“That was fun, but I’m not done playing,” she said. His eyes closed a little more, and Allie moved to straddle his stomach. She rubbed her pussy against him, intensely aware of the fact that she was sliding in her own juices and leaving wet marks all over his abs. He didn’t react, so she started rocking, humping him in more deliberate motions. Shank’s mouth fell open, and he started breathing faster.
