Holiday Bound by Beth Kery Page A

his gaze off the juncture of her parted thighs and glanced at her white anklets and tennis shoes.
    “I think I’ll leave them on. Looks sexy as hell,” he said, a grin pulling at his handsome mouth. “Grab onto the bar, Angeline.”
    She did as he ordered, her heartbeat growing louder and louder in her ears and her pussy tingling with anticipation. He looped the chain behind the bar and opened then snapped the cuffs closed around her wrists. They felt cool and heavier than she would have expected.
    Alex grabbed two enormous weights and slid them onto each end of the bar and then added two more on each side, along with the clip to keep them secure.
    He came around to the side of the bench. Angeline panted softly as she stared up at him. She felt a strange combination of vulnerability and intense sexual arousal when she felt the long, thick column of Alex’s cock pressed against her thigh. She licked her lower lip anxiously, her gaze leaping up to meet his stare when he groaned.
    “Fight against it a bit. Let me see if it’s secure.”
    She yanked on the chain and cuffs and struggled to see if she could budge the weights, but she was restrained good and fast. Lifting the barbell with two of the large weights would have been an impossibility, and he’d put six on the bar. She stopped abruptly when she realized where Alex stared.
    “You knew I couldn’t get loose. You just wanted to see my boobs bouncing around,” she accused sourly.
    “So sue me for being a guy—one with excellent taste, by the way,” he muttered through a small smile. Her breath caught and held in her throat when he knelt down in front of the bench. He spread his big hands over her hips and shifted her several inches, so that he had closer access to her pussy. He put his hands on her ass and lifted her slightly off the bench.
    “Spread your legs, Angeline. Wider,” he demanded gruffly. She saw his nostrils flare as he stared at her pussy with intense focus. “Now lift your feet off the floor.”
    She lifted her head off the bench. “What? Alex—”
    He glanced up at her. “Trust me, Angeline.”
    She lifted her feet off the floor tentatively, but when she sensed that he held her lower body weight with ease, she left the floor completely.
    “Now straighten your knees and spread those long legs as wide as they’ll go.”
    She did it quickly, wild to have him press his gifted tongue to her pussy. Her clit tickled and simmered in anticipation.
    But it suddenly struck her that it took some abdominal strength to keep her legs suspended and spread like that. He held her bottom up from the weight bench, but he didn’t support the back of her legs.
    “Oh…hurry, Alex. I can’t stay like this forever,” she cried out in an agony of growing need. She clenched her teeth and pulled on the cuffs, not because she wanted to escape but because desire tightened every muscle in her body.
    “That’s right, now keep that position. You’re not allowed to move. Don’t worry. I plan to make you come quickly,” Alex murmured before he used two fingers to part her labia and slid the tip of his tongue in the crevice.
    Angeline keened softly as he agitated her clit with his lashing, pressing tongue. It felt incredibly good, but a low-grade ache grew in her muscles from holding the position Alex had demanded she take. Still, his lips and tongue were so talented, Angeline bore the ache gladly.
    She cried out in excitement when he spread the fingers on his right hand and pushed his thumb into her slit while he continued to whip her clit into a frenzy of pleasure with his tongue. Her thighs and abdominal muscles ached, but her pussy was being treated like a queen. He began to finger-fuck her more forcefully, making her writhe in the double restraints of the handcuffs and his hold. She knew how wet she was by the easy glide of his finger, not to mention the wet, sucking sound his finger made as he plunged into her lubricated flesh.
    It felt so good, she sent up a