beyond insane. After all, she didn’t know this man. He could do anything to her. Like tie you to your bed. Another nervous giggle escaped.
The man walked around to the right side of her bed. Armed with another silk tie, Cindy knew what was coming. Still, her stomach muscles clenched uneasily while her traitorous nipples puckered more. She tried telling herself it was because her bedroom was cool but that was a bold-faced lie.
“Lie down.”
She did as instructed. A small moan escaped when he daringly trailed the silk scarf over her wrist, up her arm and down around both breasts. He teased the tips of her nipples with the tapered end, lightly pretending to buff them, causing her body to sway more into the silk. Then a hand clamped on her right wrist. He dragged her arm toward the bedpost to tenderly secure her wrist to the bed with the silk scarf.
There was something warrior-like in the way the man sauntered from the right side of her bed back to the bottom. He stood gazing at her spread-eagle legs.
“I love how your pussy juices are glistening on your curls.”
There was a roughness to his voice, a husky timbre that hadn’t been there before. The noted reaction of his voice broke through Cindy’s rational mind. Knowing he wasn’t immune to her allowed the butterflies to flit around in her belly. The idea that he wanted her pleased that thoroughly feminine part of her she kept hidden so well.
Cindy took pride in being the youngest woman to manage one of Xeron’s corporations, and she did it all on her own, without using any of her inherent magical abilities she’d purposely disowned. She was the fastest woman, figuratively speaking, to climb up that elusive corporate ladder and it was all due to hard work. She’d gotten there on her business sense, not her looks or her magic, which she’d taken great pains to ignore or play down.
Black or blue knee-length business suits, blonde hair neatly tied up in a bun, and minimal makeup applied every morning. She rarely dated, hardly ever went out to party unless it was work-related, and most assuredly would never have even thought of going on a blind date two weeks ago.
But two things had happened to her recently. First, she’d turned thirty and secondly, her mother had informed her she planned to visit. That wasn’t good. Her mother, a member of the Darklander Graco -Roman Witches’ Coven, was why Cindy had moved to another world…and sometimes even that distance didn’t seem enough.
It had been her friend Tina who’d told her about the charity auction. And voilà , here she was—neatly tied up because she’d insisted all three go, have fun and enjoy a wild, wicked night. Cindy loved her friends but she wasn’t stupid enough to let them know she was a witch from another realm. That would get her locked up in an insane asylum within minutes of her confession. Plus they were humans so they could never discover the truth or else the Vida —the group of Darklanders who enforced the peace treaty with Earth—would hunt her down and in all likelihood kill her friends. She shivered with that thought. When the man’s hand came to rest on her mons , Cindy almost bucked up off the bed.
“I’m not going to ask what you were thinking. But because I know you weren’t thinking about what I’m doing to you…”
He paused. Cindy watched him purposely wet his lips.
“I am going to make you pay for that infraction.” He lowered his still fully clothed body between her legs.
Like a man knowing exactly what he was looking for, he used his fingers to open her slick pussy lips and took his cursed time doing it. For a moment Cindy felt as if she were being examined but then the soft brush of his breath on her moist opened lips caused her nub to pebble to life.
“Nice and pink for me.” He added another soft blow. The erotic tease ignited the flame lying dormant within her.
Oh my god, I’m on the verge of climaxing just from his words.
The man reached up,
The man walked around to the right side of her bed. Armed with another silk tie, Cindy knew what was coming. Still, her stomach muscles clenched uneasily while her traitorous nipples puckered more. She tried telling herself it was because her bedroom was cool but that was a bold-faced lie.
“Lie down.”
She did as instructed. A small moan escaped when he daringly trailed the silk scarf over her wrist, up her arm and down around both breasts. He teased the tips of her nipples with the tapered end, lightly pretending to buff them, causing her body to sway more into the silk. Then a hand clamped on her right wrist. He dragged her arm toward the bedpost to tenderly secure her wrist to the bed with the silk scarf.
There was something warrior-like in the way the man sauntered from the right side of her bed back to the bottom. He stood gazing at her spread-eagle legs.
“I love how your pussy juices are glistening on your curls.”
There was a roughness to his voice, a husky timbre that hadn’t been there before. The noted reaction of his voice broke through Cindy’s rational mind. Knowing he wasn’t immune to her allowed the butterflies to flit around in her belly. The idea that he wanted her pleased that thoroughly feminine part of her she kept hidden so well.
Cindy took pride in being the youngest woman to manage one of Xeron’s corporations, and she did it all on her own, without using any of her inherent magical abilities she’d purposely disowned. She was the fastest woman, figuratively speaking, to climb up that elusive corporate ladder and it was all due to hard work. She’d gotten there on her business sense, not her looks or her magic, which she’d taken great pains to ignore or play down.
Black or blue knee-length business suits, blonde hair neatly tied up in a bun, and minimal makeup applied every morning. She rarely dated, hardly ever went out to party unless it was work-related, and most assuredly would never have even thought of going on a blind date two weeks ago.
But two things had happened to her recently. First, she’d turned thirty and secondly, her mother had informed her she planned to visit. That wasn’t good. Her mother, a member of the Darklander Graco -Roman Witches’ Coven, was why Cindy had moved to another world…and sometimes even that distance didn’t seem enough.
It had been her friend Tina who’d told her about the charity auction. And voilà , here she was—neatly tied up because she’d insisted all three go, have fun and enjoy a wild, wicked night. Cindy loved her friends but she wasn’t stupid enough to let them know she was a witch from another realm. That would get her locked up in an insane asylum within minutes of her confession. Plus they were humans so they could never discover the truth or else the Vida —the group of Darklanders who enforced the peace treaty with Earth—would hunt her down and in all likelihood kill her friends. She shivered with that thought. When the man’s hand came to rest on her mons , Cindy almost bucked up off the bed.
“I’m not going to ask what you were thinking. But because I know you weren’t thinking about what I’m doing to you…”
He paused. Cindy watched him purposely wet his lips.
“I am going to make you pay for that infraction.” He lowered his still fully clothed body between her legs.
Like a man knowing exactly what he was looking for, he used his fingers to open her slick pussy lips and took his cursed time doing it. For a moment Cindy felt as if she were being examined but then the soft brush of his breath on her moist opened lips caused her nub to pebble to life.
“Nice and pink for me.” He added another soft blow. The erotic tease ignited the flame lying dormant within her.
Oh my god, I’m on the verge of climaxing just from his words.
The man reached up,
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