heart racing.
She thought she’d faint when the door to the washroom
creaked open. She heard footsteps and couldn’t tell if they were those of a man
or a woman. Boots, but they could have been worn by either genre. The footsteps
halted, as if the new arrival sensed that something was wrong.
Joanna couldn’t take a breath. She closed her eyes,
acknowledging how thrilled she was, then a firm hand pushed open the door to
the stall she occupied.
She caught a glimpse of that black leather balaclava and
black leather gloves, then her vision was obscured.
“Very good,” he whispered as he dropped a silken hood over
her head. It dropped just to her skin, obscuring her vision but not obstructing
her breathing. She heard the door lock, then he chuckled softly.
He had a ribbon or a tie, because he bound the hood over her
eyes. The tension of the bond made Joanna swallow.
“Very, very good,” he said just before she felt that cotton
rope trussing her wrists together. He pulled her arms over her head so her
elbows were in the air, passed the cotton rope down her back, then knotted it
securely around her waist. He spun her around and backed her into the wall, the
cool tiles sending a jolt through Joanna.
His mouth closed around one of her nipples, teasing it to a
peak, even as his hand moved between her thighs. She was wet and hot, ready for
him, and she heard his sound of pleasure at the discovery.
“So bad,” he whispered and she heard his fly unfasten. He
gripped her buttocks and lifted her up, impaling her on his erection with one swift
gesture. Joanna would have gasped if she could have made a sound, but she was
gagged to silence.
By her own choice.
“My willing captive,” he murmured, his mouth against her
ear. “You made a gift of yourself, and I accept.”
Joanna trembled.
He moved within her, slowly building the heat between them.
Joanna was itching for him to move fast, to pound her and fill her, but he was
determined to tease her.
As if they had all the time in the world.
As if they could never be discovered.
He dragged his erection over her clitoris, making her writhe
against him. He chuckled, his breath hot against her throat. “Next time, we’ll
do it without a gag,” he threatened in a whisper. “Next time, you’ll be silent
simply because I tell you to be.”
Joanna could barely imagine doing as much, but she knew she
would obey whatever he commanded. His hands squeezed her butt as he lifted her
higher and drove deeper.
“If Mike takes you to the coatroom, lead him to the back
right corner,” he instructed. “I’ll be able to watch you from there.” He kissed
her neck, his breath hot against her skin. “I’ll be able to plan how to do it
better.”
Joanna was hot and dizzy, on the cusp of coming.
“Do you like to be watched, Joanna? Will you like knowing
that I’m watching you get fucked?”
She made a quiet little moan of assent.
“You’re so hot and hungry,” he told her. “You’re so naughty
and nice. I’m going to have to discipline you daily, Joanna. In fact, I might
have to steal you away to get the job done right.”
Joanna couldn’t imagine anything better. She arched against
him, rubbing herself against him, tipping her head back and moaning. He moved
more quickly then, as if he couldn’t resist her, and Joanna wriggled against
him. She wanted to drive him on, to make him claim her, to force him to lose
control. He pumped harder and pounded deep, stretching her and claiming her.
Until he drove hard inside her, nipping her neck with his
teeth, as he came in a rush. His cock ground against her clitoris as he rolled
his hips, the pressure sending Joanna over the edge. She gasped and felt her
legs lock convulsively around him as she came and came and came.
He leaned against the wall for a moment, his head thundering
close against her own. Joanna fought to catch her breath, realizing that each
time Mike took her was better than the last.
He lifted her high and
She thought she’d faint when the door to the washroom
creaked open. She heard footsteps and couldn’t tell if they were those of a man
or a woman. Boots, but they could have been worn by either genre. The footsteps
halted, as if the new arrival sensed that something was wrong.
Joanna couldn’t take a breath. She closed her eyes,
acknowledging how thrilled she was, then a firm hand pushed open the door to
the stall she occupied.
She caught a glimpse of that black leather balaclava and
black leather gloves, then her vision was obscured.
“Very good,” he whispered as he dropped a silken hood over
her head. It dropped just to her skin, obscuring her vision but not obstructing
her breathing. She heard the door lock, then he chuckled softly.
He had a ribbon or a tie, because he bound the hood over her
eyes. The tension of the bond made Joanna swallow.
“Very, very good,” he said just before she felt that cotton
rope trussing her wrists together. He pulled her arms over her head so her
elbows were in the air, passed the cotton rope down her back, then knotted it
securely around her waist. He spun her around and backed her into the wall, the
cool tiles sending a jolt through Joanna.
His mouth closed around one of her nipples, teasing it to a
peak, even as his hand moved between her thighs. She was wet and hot, ready for
him, and she heard his sound of pleasure at the discovery.
“So bad,” he whispered and she heard his fly unfasten. He
gripped her buttocks and lifted her up, impaling her on his erection with one swift
gesture. Joanna would have gasped if she could have made a sound, but she was
gagged to silence.
By her own choice.
“My willing captive,” he murmured, his mouth against her
ear. “You made a gift of yourself, and I accept.”
Joanna trembled.
He moved within her, slowly building the heat between them.
Joanna was itching for him to move fast, to pound her and fill her, but he was
determined to tease her.
As if they had all the time in the world.
As if they could never be discovered.
He dragged his erection over her clitoris, making her writhe
against him. He chuckled, his breath hot against her throat. “Next time, we’ll
do it without a gag,” he threatened in a whisper. “Next time, you’ll be silent
simply because I tell you to be.”
Joanna could barely imagine doing as much, but she knew she
would obey whatever he commanded. His hands squeezed her butt as he lifted her
higher and drove deeper.
“If Mike takes you to the coatroom, lead him to the back
right corner,” he instructed. “I’ll be able to watch you from there.” He kissed
her neck, his breath hot against her skin. “I’ll be able to plan how to do it
better.”
Joanna was hot and dizzy, on the cusp of coming.
“Do you like to be watched, Joanna? Will you like knowing
that I’m watching you get fucked?”
She made a quiet little moan of assent.
“You’re so hot and hungry,” he told her. “You’re so naughty
and nice. I’m going to have to discipline you daily, Joanna. In fact, I might
have to steal you away to get the job done right.”
Joanna couldn’t imagine anything better. She arched against
him, rubbing herself against him, tipping her head back and moaning. He moved
more quickly then, as if he couldn’t resist her, and Joanna wriggled against
him. She wanted to drive him on, to make him claim her, to force him to lose
control. He pumped harder and pounded deep, stretching her and claiming her.
Until he drove hard inside her, nipping her neck with his
teeth, as he came in a rush. His cock ground against her clitoris as he rolled
his hips, the pressure sending Joanna over the edge. She gasped and felt her
legs lock convulsively around him as she came and came and came.
He leaned against the wall for a moment, his head thundering
close against her own. Joanna fought to catch her breath, realizing that each
time Mike took her was better than the last.
He lifted her high and
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