Bloodthirsty eyes lock onto mine. His fingers dig into the flesh on my generous hips. “I can do slow, but I don’t like surprises.”
A sly grin spreads across my face. “You’ll like this one.” I lead him to the kitchen table, then turn a wooden chair around, scraping it against the tiles. “Sit down, hound,” I whisper into his ear.
Surprisingly, he does as I ask. His hand adjusts himself as he sits with his back leant against the wooden chair and his legs spread.
I tap the button on the music player, playing the same song I was dancing to earlier. Pulling the band from my hair, I let it down, knowing that's how he likes it with the way his fingers always tangle in my locks.
I bend over, tipping my head upside down, then flick my head back. My hips move in time with the beat of the music. Standing in front of him, my hands hold on to the back of his chair. I stand with my legs apart, gliding my body over his, without touching, though I feel every ragged breath from him fan across my chest.
“Red. I’m about to lose every ounce of control if you bounce your tits in my face one more time.” His large hands reach up and squeeze my breasts. His thumb finds my nipple, drawing out a whimper from me.
As he tries to stand, squeezing my ass in his large palms, I straddle him, forcing him back into the chair. “No touching. You know the rules, Dom.” My voice trembles, but my hips rock against him, seeking the friction I need.
I think about taking what I want from him. Just this once to keep my vagina sedated while I carry out my plan, then slap that thought away as quickly as it came.
“I said, no touching, Dom. Do I have to punish you?” I hold on to his shoulders, absentmindedly still rubbing my satin covered clit against the hard bulge in his trousers.
“I have to touch you. You’re mine, Red. And I’ll touch you anytime I damn well please. I would spank your ass for teasing me like this, but I know you’d enjoy it.” He thrusts into me from the bottom and the feel of him between my thighs is almost too much, making me delirious with need.
“Give me your mouth.” His fingers grip my chin, bringing my face down to his greedy tongue. He wastes no time licking rough strokes against mine, lapping up all my moans and whimpers before they escape my lips.
Breaking the kiss with panting breaths, I push against his chest. “I knew you wouldn’t keep your hands to yourself, which is why I have this.” I reach over and lift the rope from the table.
His dark eyes hold my gaze. A flash of desire burns bright as I lean over his shoulder, tying his hands behind his back, gently at first, so he complies.
A growl of pleasure rumbles from his throat. “You’re going to pay for this, Red. The things I’m going to do to you when you’re finished with me.” He nips my neck.
I yelp, then tie the rope tighter. Whispering in his ear, I say, “You’re going to pay, and I’m going to enjoy every minute.” My teeth bite his earlobe, then I lick down his neck, his short beard scratching my skin. I let myself steal one more searing kiss. Just one more, I tell myself as his mouth devours me. Even restrained, he still has the power to annihilate my core with one kiss. I can only imagine what his mouth could do between my thighs.
While Dom takes possession of my mouth, I weave the rope between the wooden spindles that make up the back of the chair. When he allows me to come up for air, I wrap the rope around his body. He lets me too, showing me he trusts me completely.
“I didn’t know my little fox was such a kinky creature.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Dom.” I kneel between his legs, weaving the rope under the seat. He smirks like he knows better, as if he knows a lot more about me than he’s letting on. He probably does. Smug bastard.
“Undo my zipper.” He barks the order like the hound he is. “Take out my cock.”
I flash my flaring eyes up at him through my thick lashes, ready to tell him to go to hell. But I need a distraction while I tie his legs to the chair, so I bite my tongue and do as he says.
The belt is the first thing to go. I think about gagging him with it. He growls as if in pain as I drag down his zipper, then tug at his boxers.
His engorged dick smacks me in the face as it springs free. “Suck it.” His voice is commanding. Even tied up, he still has the authority to force me to do his bidding. Cum leaks from the slit, and I wipe it away with my tongue, making sure I gaze up at him through my fluttering lashes.
My slickness gathers between my legs and if I wasn’t feeling so betrayed by him, I’d be rubbing circles around my clit while I brought him to the finish line. For a moment, the thought crosses my mind, but my hands are too busy with the rope. I cannot get distracted. My hungry sex will have to wait. I promise to invest in a good vibrator to keep her happy.
“Damn, you’re killing me, Red.” He grits out the words. He doesn’t know the half of it.
I take him deeper, saliva dripping from my mouth as I moan around his erection. My hands continue to weave the rope around the chair legs, binding his legs to the wood.
“You’re so fucking good at this, Red. Such a good little fox, taking all of my cock like this.” His words shoot straight to my clit, causing my body to pulse with voracity. His words from the other day come to mind, ‘good girls get rewards.’ And I want that reward so bad like a loyal pet, wanting praise from her master.
I push the thought away and tie the rope in several knots underneath the seat, then pop his dick from my mouth. My hand digs into his trouser pocket for the house keys, his knife, and his phone. “And you’re so good at this game. Such a good hound, letting me tie you up like this.”
I stand, taking a few steps away. Confusion flashes in his eyes before flames of anger consume him. My chest heaves, my heart pounding as he shoots molten lava from his eyeballs. “What are you doing with the keys, Red?”
“I’m leaving.” I open the cupboard door and place his phone inside. Then run into the bedroom, leaving him to wrestle against his restraints while I haul the camouflaged bag with my belongings over my shoulder. Underneath are the loose photographs and the matchbook. Grabbing what I can scoop up in one hand, I stomp back into the kitchen.
Dom seethes, his face red, almost breathing fire through his nostrils. “Untie. Me. Now,” he growls, baring his teeth.
