Her head moves from side to side - half attempting to pull away from my fingers, half attempting to take advantage of the emotions surging through her.Her head moves from side to side - half attempting to pull away from my fingers, half attempting to take advantage of the emotions surging through her. I grasp her chin, tightly, with one hand and hold her head still. The fingers of my other hand strokes her lips. I move them across her upper lip, then down and back across her lower lip. I slide a finger, then two, under the gag and seeks her tongue. She tries to bite, but I hold her jaw tightly, threatening to hurt her if she tries to bite or otherwise resist. I play with her lips and tongue for several minutes. Maintaining my grasp on her chin, I slide my free hand down her neck to her breasts. Through the bodice of the nightgown I find her nipple. I pinch lightly. She tries to pull away. I pinch harder until she gasps in surprise and pleasure/pain. Her nipple rises of its own accord. I twist it between my fingers, pulling and pinching until it is erect. She feels my body shift. My hand tightens on her breast, squeezing the nipple into prominence. My breath fans warmly against the rounded slope of her breast where it rises above the confines of the gown's tight bodice. My teeth close on her nipple through the cloth. Tongue and lips close around it as I tease it--nipping and sucking and licking until she writhes with passion. Moans start deep in her throat and roll around the gag, filling her ears--and mine--with her need. I stop and stand. She is alone, writhing on the bed and moaning with unfulfilled lust. She tugs at the bindings on her feet, but to no avail. She knows that attempting to slip out of the handcuffs is useless. Resigned, she ceases her struggles and awaits my next move. She certainly hears more drawers opening and closing, and the sound of more cloth on cloth. I move about the room, searching. |