myself.”
Carefully, so as to not alert him to her true intentions, she unbound his hands. As he flexed his wrists, rubbing them gently to ease the soreness out of his muscles, she straddled him, pinning him on the bed without arousing his suspicions.
He grabbed her ass as she sat on top of him and laughed.
“Is this where you take advantage of me and start that pirate’s method of raping and pillaging?”
“Rape? Aren’t you willing?” she teased, knowing full well from the steel of his cock pressing against her exactly what his thoughts on the matter were.
“Of course I am, Sweet One. I’m hard as a bone thinking of finally getting deep, deep inside you. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
Smiling, Christiana grabbed his hands in her own, and lifted them above his head.
“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that. So you’re willing to play my little games?” she teased, hoping he wouldn’t understand just how serious she was.
“Of course,” he laughed, oblivious.
Quickly, using all her dexterity, she released his wrists and snapped the fur-lined handcuffs her mother had loaned her around his thick wrists. She groaned mentally at the thought of her mom and dad playing with these… Maybe she should confiscate them on principle after she was finished with them!
“What the…? Christi-girl, this had better damn well be a joke!”
Not knowing exactly how to soothe the wounded beast, Christiana leaned forward and kissed him with all her pent-up passion. Years and years of suppressed desire, worries and teenage angst came pouring out as she released her passion for Edward.
Soon, he was returning her hungry, inquisitive kiss with a most demanding one of his own. He tilted his hips up into her, demanding attention for his iron-hard cock.
Seeing as she had stopped short of his cock earlier in the evening, and he now really was bound and at her mercy, she relented and figured he would be more amiable if she gave him some of what he wanted.
Relieved she only had to pull the slipknot around his feet to free him, Christiana settled herself so her face was just in front of his erect shaft.
She slowly stroked his cock, first with her fingers, then with her tongue, relearning the rigid lengths of it, silently promising it close attention in the near future. Not this time, but next, she mentally promised it.
“Damn, Christi-girl, you’d better take me inside you soon. After the bumpy ride you made down here, where any cop could have pulled us over and asked about your naked prisoner, you owe me, Sweet One.”
Pulling away from Edward’s enticing cock, she sat up, undulating her bottom against him, taunting him further.
“Christiana,” he groaned, “this really isn’t the best time to tease me—I’m more likely to break this damn bed than these stupid cuffs. I really don’t want to be driven mad before your first time. I’d rather go slow for your sake.”
Christiana smiled and began to inch the pirate shirt up her chest.
“Now Edward, who said anything about slow? I’ve had years to prepare myself. I know more about my own body than you currently do—though I am hoping to change that status over the next few hours. What say you let me deal with my virginity in my own way and then we can talk?”
With that, she pulled the silk shirt totally off, showcasing a tiny demi-bra, black with sparkly beads and sequins sewn onto the cups.
The chilly night wind caused her nipples to pucker, though thankfully that reaction was hidden behind her bra. The dampness in her crotch, however, was given away through the thinness of the pirate pants and her almost-non-existent thong.
Christiana, however, was too interested in Edward and his reactions to be worried about her own.
Edward stared at her, mouth agape, and Christiana smiled. Between the sweat beading on his forehead, the heaving pants of his chest and the iron-hard cock between her legs, she felt quite satisfied with her
Carefully, so as to not alert him to her true intentions, she unbound his hands. As he flexed his wrists, rubbing them gently to ease the soreness out of his muscles, she straddled him, pinning him on the bed without arousing his suspicions.
He grabbed her ass as she sat on top of him and laughed.
“Is this where you take advantage of me and start that pirate’s method of raping and pillaging?”
“Rape? Aren’t you willing?” she teased, knowing full well from the steel of his cock pressing against her exactly what his thoughts on the matter were.
“Of course I am, Sweet One. I’m hard as a bone thinking of finally getting deep, deep inside you. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
Smiling, Christiana grabbed his hands in her own, and lifted them above his head.
“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that. So you’re willing to play my little games?” she teased, hoping he wouldn’t understand just how serious she was.
“Of course,” he laughed, oblivious.
Quickly, using all her dexterity, she released his wrists and snapped the fur-lined handcuffs her mother had loaned her around his thick wrists. She groaned mentally at the thought of her mom and dad playing with these… Maybe she should confiscate them on principle after she was finished with them!
“What the…? Christi-girl, this had better damn well be a joke!”
Not knowing exactly how to soothe the wounded beast, Christiana leaned forward and kissed him with all her pent-up passion. Years and years of suppressed desire, worries and teenage angst came pouring out as she released her passion for Edward.
Soon, he was returning her hungry, inquisitive kiss with a most demanding one of his own. He tilted his hips up into her, demanding attention for his iron-hard cock.
Seeing as she had stopped short of his cock earlier in the evening, and he now really was bound and at her mercy, she relented and figured he would be more amiable if she gave him some of what he wanted.
Relieved she only had to pull the slipknot around his feet to free him, Christiana settled herself so her face was just in front of his erect shaft.
She slowly stroked his cock, first with her fingers, then with her tongue, relearning the rigid lengths of it, silently promising it close attention in the near future. Not this time, but next, she mentally promised it.
“Damn, Christi-girl, you’d better take me inside you soon. After the bumpy ride you made down here, where any cop could have pulled us over and asked about your naked prisoner, you owe me, Sweet One.”
Pulling away from Edward’s enticing cock, she sat up, undulating her bottom against him, taunting him further.
“Christiana,” he groaned, “this really isn’t the best time to tease me—I’m more likely to break this damn bed than these stupid cuffs. I really don’t want to be driven mad before your first time. I’d rather go slow for your sake.”
Christiana smiled and began to inch the pirate shirt up her chest.
“Now Edward, who said anything about slow? I’ve had years to prepare myself. I know more about my own body than you currently do—though I am hoping to change that status over the next few hours. What say you let me deal with my virginity in my own way and then we can talk?”
With that, she pulled the silk shirt totally off, showcasing a tiny demi-bra, black with sparkly beads and sequins sewn onto the cups.
The chilly night wind caused her nipples to pucker, though thankfully that reaction was hidden behind her bra. The dampness in her crotch, however, was given away through the thinness of the pirate pants and her almost-non-existent thong.
Christiana, however, was too interested in Edward and his reactions to be worried about her own.
Edward stared at her, mouth agape, and Christiana smiled. Between the sweat beading on his forehead, the heaving pants of his chest and the iron-hard cock between her legs, she felt quite satisfied with her
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