He is suspicious that perhaps she may have been left too long alone in the hall, driven to find her own source of amusement, and not at all disposed to wait for his approval.He is suspicious that perhaps she may have been left too long alone in the hall, driven to find her own source of amusement, and not at all disposed to wait for his approval. She senses his pause, and shifts her weight uncertainly, straining to hear the slightest hint of his potential displeasure. Yet all she is granted is the feeling and sounds of him moving away, and the sound of something being picked up from the desk. His lips return to where they left her skin, and begin the long trip back up. He never touches the moist tract between her thighs. Up over her breasts, which he stops long enough to free from the confines of her brassiere, up under her chin, along her jaw to her ear, and then across her cheek to her own mouth, his kisses leave a trail of small shivers. At first she is uncertain of how to deal with his direct kiss, his tongue which pries gently at her lips. Her body already cants towards his, and his insistence is difficult to resist. Yet when she does finally open her lips to him, it is not his tongue she meets, as she had hoped; instead, her mouth is invaded and spread wide by a hard, cold substance, something almost conical in shape, that spreads her jaw almost to its limits, before her lips meet the solid leather strap to which it is attached. She is gagged, and before she is given a chance to protest, he slaps the buckles into place behind her head and wrenches them tightly shut. |