And then he froze, his eyes registering my naked form against the wall.
“Yes, it’s dear sweet Abi, you didn’t think I got you here just for my benefit did you ... tut-tut.”
He didn’t respond, his gaze raked over me; shock giving way to blatant appraisal as a desire so raw took over his handsome features that I thought he would come at me there and then.
“It appears that our Abi has a thing for being led astray while daddy is away,” Emma said softly. “Don’t you, Abi?”
“Yes, mistress,” I responded demurely, just as Emma had instructed. She knew exactly what turned James on and we were going to give him that and then some.
“Now the pair of you play nice while I get myself into something more fitting for this evening.”
James looked to Emma. “What would you have me do?”
Emma stroked his chin. “I suggest you get over there and get yourself acquainted with that gloriously-exposed pussy. I expect to hear her moaning before I return.”
Flicking his behind with her hand in dismissal, she walked off, but not before she pressed record on the video camera secreted next to the door...
Despite my dislike of James, the excitement was quick to build. His rugged good looks and suave demeanor gave him anirresistible quality and if I was honest, my aversion to him had stemmed more from my belief that he would never look twice at me. But he was proving me wrong. There was no doubt that he wanted me right now, and badly if the bulge in his trousers was anything to go by.
I watched him stalk toward me, like a hunter about to take down his prey, his eyes not once leaving my chained body. He undid his tie and tossed it to one side. He unfastened the top buttons of his shirt and let it fall open to display a hint of his tanned torso. He unbuttoned the cuff at one wrist and then the other, folding the sleeves back to his elbow. Every move slow and considered, his muscles rippling beneath the crisp, white fabric of his shirt.
He seemed bigger and stronger than I remembered. Or was it simply that the vulnerability of my current position was warping my view? Whatever the case, the throbbing between my legs had kicked up a notch and I was desperate for him to make his move.
When he finally stopped before me, I couldn’t even breathe, the anticipation too much to bear. I watched as he reached out to cup my jaw, his thumb moving to caress my bottom lip. His eyes were now intent on my mouth, their depths gleaming dangerously.
“I’ve always wondered ... always wanted...” His voice trailed off as he dipped his mouth to draw my bottom lip into his, savoring it and then repeating the move. The act so delicate it took me by surprise.
He worked his mouth against me, coaxing me to move with him and I followed his lead, my tongue brushing against his own in a timid gesture. He groaned deep in his throat at the contact, his tongue quick to respond in kind as he crushed his lips to mine. This was more like it! Desire exploded within me and Imelted beneath him, losing myself entirely to the aggression of his kiss.
But then he thrust me away, tearing his mouth from my own. Surprise sent my eyes questioningly to his: What had I done? Why did he stop?
“I need to look at you!” he said desperately, carnal desire darkening his features as he hungrily scanned the length of me.
Raising his hand, he took hold of the chain that hung from my neck and with slow deliberation pulled at the metal, tugging at my nipples and stretching out my breasts. The move sent sparks of painful delight rushing through me and I cried out.
“Fuck me, Abi, did she corrupt you?” he said thickly.
I nodded and he yanked the chain again, his gaze flashing as I cried out once more, my breasts thrusting forward.
“You’re so loud,” he said, pressing his index finger against my parted lips. “We can’t have you alerting the household.”
Since the house was deserted save for Emma, it wasn’t a problem, but then I figured he was probably acting out some sort of fantasy. I could work with that...
“I can’t help it,” I said against his finger.
“Then I will have to help you,” he said darkly, his hand replacing his finger to gag me as he yanked at the chain once more.
Pain shot through me, rapidly followed by the hedonistic heat of pleasure and I moaned into his hand, tears pricking at the backs of my eyes at the sharp intensity.
“You like that?” he asked, his hand still clamped tightly over my mouth, my breaths coming in rasps as I struggled for air above his palm. “I bet you do, you dirty little whore.”
And he did it again; his eyes intent on mine as they glittered with unshed tears beneath him, my cries drowned out by the presence of his hand.
“I’m going to taste every bit of your delicious, virginal body,” he said, his voice hoarse as he struggled to control his mounting desire. “And you’re not going to be able to do a thing about it.”
Releasing the chain, he dropped his mouth to my bound throat to nip and suck at the flesh. I thrashed my head side to side, partly to do his fantasy justice and partly to gain some air through his vice like grip. I felt faint with the heady combination of rising passion and lack of oxygen. It was an intoxicating mix.
“James!” A crack pierced the air and he leapt back with a yelp. ”I told you to acquaint yourself with her pussy, not rape her!”
