The Tango by Angelica Chase Page B

numbing of my arms was overwhelming. The need to move became unbearable.
    His lips were so close, only a whisper away. I needed to touch him so badly, to kiss his lips, to feel his tongue.
    “Remember what I said,” he said as he twisted a nipple painfully, “and don’t test me.”
    I began to move excruciatingly slow. Staring into his angry eyes was agony. It was the worst kind of torture, knowing what I could have, seeing it in front of me, and not being able to touch it. I felt the pull to move faster and tightened my legs around him as he kept his grip on my waist. I moaned and he loosened his grip so I was forced to cling to him to keep the burn out of my arms. I widened my eyes, suddenly afraid he would let me fall.
    “Watch it,” he said, enjoying every minute of my discomfort as the burning between my thighs brewed.
    I died a little with each slow movement of my hips as I pumped slowly, squeezing his thick length. He felt amazing, but I wanted more. Deciding to get constructive, I moved myself away from him, pulling myself up on the ribbons so I slid down his cock fully with each thrust. His mouth parted as I held my own weight, taking every inch of him. He fit me perfectly, and with each push of my hips, I saw his eyes blaze and his desire grow more intense. My arms were on fire, but it felt so damn good that soon I got lost and quickened the thrust of my hips.
    His victory grin was not the one I’d grown to crave.
    “Thank you.”
    He let go of me immediately. My arms were brought painfully tight above my head and I was once again on my toes. I grinned back out of spite, surprising him again. He knew it hurt. He watched me twist and turn my body, trying to help ease the suffering, and then slapped my ass a few times for good measure. I struggled with my restraints as he pumped his cock, ogling me strung up before him. I could tell he liked what he saw. My body pulsated as my center screamed for relief at the sight of him stroking himself. I’d never been so damn uncomfortable and yet so turned on. My arms were useless now, almost comfortably numb. I whined as I saw his pace pick up and almost spoke up to protest his climax. Challenging eyes told me that was exactly what he wanted, so I remained silent. Licking my lips, I watched him rub my wetness all over his shaft. Filled with desire for him and longing to be the reason for his release, I whimpered as I saw the drop of arousal fall from his tip. He had brought himself to the edge and I was helpless to stop him. Despite his constant threats to keep my eyes on his, I bowed my head and closed my eyes in defeat. Seconds later, I looked to find he had dropped his hand, and when our eyes connected, a slow smiled spread across his face.
    I glared at him as he untied one wrist, pulled the ribbon down, freeing them both before massaging my arms as the blood pumped back in and the tingling subsided. Rhys chuckled and trailed a single finger around my nipple, dragging it down as he traced it around my stomach as he walked behind me. His touch continued on as it trailed under my arm and to my back. He rubbed my back with his open hands and I lifted my head and closed my eyes, enjoying his caress. His thick head bobbed at my entrance, his breath hot in my ear.
    “Bend over and grab your ankles.”
    I did as I was told, and seconds later, he was under me, tying the ribbons so that my wrists were attached to my ankles. His fingers entered me, moving around and dragging up and down my sex. My breath hitched as he put just enough pressure on my clit to start the pull and then pulled it away as I began to fall. There was no mistaking the begging in my moan. I felt a swish of air and then he was buried inside of me. I screamed out at the intrusion and moaned at the intensity.
    My orgasm was building quickly as every solid inch of him filled me deeper than I had ever been filled. I tilted my hips, backing myself into his thrusts, taking all of him deep. His fingers dug into