about that, I promise you.”
Sara’s breath caught when he finished speaking. His words
were making her hot and damp; even his voice was dripping with sex. She pushed
a little closer to him and took his strong hands in her small ones. Just the
size of them, the size of him was a turn on. She made the decision to take him
up on his offer, and she looked into his eyes with naked lust in her own.
“Would you hold my arms again?” she requested shyly.
A red glow formed in his eyes as his own lust awakened. She
had asked so sweetly for her bondage that he hardened instantly with the
thought. He leaned so close to her that the breath from their slightly parted
lips intermingled. He reached around behind her and pulled the zipper down the
back of her dress until he reached the lacy top edge of her panties. The top of
her dress fell open to slide down and expose most of her smooth shoulders. He
pushed the fabric further down her arms until she pulled them free of the
sleeves.
Her bosom was just a little too large for her petite frame
and the bra she wore was a little too small. Her breasts were pushing out over
the top of the inadequate lacy cups. He caught her arms as she shed the dress
from them, and pulled them behind her. When they crossed at the wrist in the
small of her back, he grasped both tiny wrists in one hand and gripped them
tightly as she requested.
The position she was in, caused her back to arch slightly,
pushing her breasts even harder against the tiny undergarment. Alex looked at
the straining bosom and wanted to bite into the milky swell of her soft flesh,
but she was too small for him to reach her neck in this position. He used his
free hand to slide under her shapely bottom and lifted her onto his lap as he
was kneeling and sitting back on his ankles. Now, he would be able to put his
lips on her silky skin. He pressed his mouth to her throat and felt her racing
pulse under his dry kiss. His lips parted, and he let his tongue play over the
artery there. His fangs pushed into place, and he let the sharp tips drag
across her neck lightly while his tongue tasted her excitement.
He let his lips trail down to where the undersized bra was
digging into the breasts that wanted to burst from their prison. It looked a little
painful, and he pulled out the fabric just enough to confirm that there were angry
red lines crossing her flesh where it strained against the edge of the material.
He paused to listen to her beating heart, wanting to make sure he didn’t go too
far with the excited novice.
“May I take this a little further?” he whispered in her
ear.
“Yes, I want you to make me squirm.” Her voice was husky
with desire. Her words made his already stiff member jump a little.
“Give me a safe word,” he said nuzzling her neck again.
“I don’t understand.” Her brow wrinkled in confusion.
“Oh, my innocent little dove,” he sighed. “I want you to
tell me a word that you will not forget. If you ever feel in danger or if the
pain becomes too great, you must say this word so that I know you truly want me
to stop. Otherwise, little dove, you can beg me as much as you desire, but I
will ignore your pleas.”
“My word is destiny,” she said without hesitation.
“Destiny.” He repeated it back to her.
“That’s a good word,” he said, running the tip of his
finger across the crevice the bra was digging into her breasts.
Suddenly he yanked the lacy fabric down. The straps dug
into her shoulders when he did it, and she cried out a little, but her breasts burst
free with the angry red line showing prominently about a half inch above her
nipples. One pain and one relief, it was a little exhilarating. He leaned
over and took one of the exposed pink tips into his mouth, biting just a bit.
She gasped, and her nipple grew hard between his teeth. He flicked his tongue
over the tip but did not relax the gentle bite. He did this until she
Sara’s breath caught when he finished speaking. His words
were making her hot and damp; even his voice was dripping with sex. She pushed
a little closer to him and took his strong hands in her small ones. Just the
size of them, the size of him was a turn on. She made the decision to take him
up on his offer, and she looked into his eyes with naked lust in her own.
“Would you hold my arms again?” she requested shyly.
A red glow formed in his eyes as his own lust awakened. She
had asked so sweetly for her bondage that he hardened instantly with the
thought. He leaned so close to her that the breath from their slightly parted
lips intermingled. He reached around behind her and pulled the zipper down the
back of her dress until he reached the lacy top edge of her panties. The top of
her dress fell open to slide down and expose most of her smooth shoulders. He
pushed the fabric further down her arms until she pulled them free of the
sleeves.
Her bosom was just a little too large for her petite frame
and the bra she wore was a little too small. Her breasts were pushing out over
the top of the inadequate lacy cups. He caught her arms as she shed the dress
from them, and pulled them behind her. When they crossed at the wrist in the
small of her back, he grasped both tiny wrists in one hand and gripped them
tightly as she requested.
The position she was in, caused her back to arch slightly,
pushing her breasts even harder against the tiny undergarment. Alex looked at
the straining bosom and wanted to bite into the milky swell of her soft flesh,
but she was too small for him to reach her neck in this position. He used his
free hand to slide under her shapely bottom and lifted her onto his lap as he
was kneeling and sitting back on his ankles. Now, he would be able to put his
lips on her silky skin. He pressed his mouth to her throat and felt her racing
pulse under his dry kiss. His lips parted, and he let his tongue play over the
artery there. His fangs pushed into place, and he let the sharp tips drag
across her neck lightly while his tongue tasted her excitement.
He let his lips trail down to where the undersized bra was
digging into the breasts that wanted to burst from their prison. It looked a little
painful, and he pulled out the fabric just enough to confirm that there were angry
red lines crossing her flesh where it strained against the edge of the material.
He paused to listen to her beating heart, wanting to make sure he didn’t go too
far with the excited novice.
“May I take this a little further?” he whispered in her
ear.
“Yes, I want you to make me squirm.” Her voice was husky
with desire. Her words made his already stiff member jump a little.
“Give me a safe word,” he said nuzzling her neck again.
“I don’t understand.” Her brow wrinkled in confusion.
“Oh, my innocent little dove,” he sighed. “I want you to
tell me a word that you will not forget. If you ever feel in danger or if the
pain becomes too great, you must say this word so that I know you truly want me
to stop. Otherwise, little dove, you can beg me as much as you desire, but I
will ignore your pleas.”
“My word is destiny,” she said without hesitation.
“Destiny.” He repeated it back to her.
“That’s a good word,” he said, running the tip of his
finger across the crevice the bra was digging into her breasts.
Suddenly he yanked the lacy fabric down. The straps dug
into her shoulders when he did it, and she cried out a little, but her breasts burst
free with the angry red line showing prominently about a half inch above her
nipples. One pain and one relief, it was a little exhilarating. He leaned
over and took one of the exposed pink tips into his mouth, biting just a bit.
She gasped, and her nipple grew hard between his teeth. He flicked his tongue
over the tip but did not relax the gentle bite. He did this until she
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