“No,” I snap. “This is going to be fun, so just sit back and enjoy it,” I taunt, and then my lips stroll over the places of his chest not bound by the chains.
He groans under my touch, and then I start undoing his pants, the zipper sounding off as I slowly slide it down.
“No, please no. You don’t want to do this, and you’ll just get pissed at me when you snap out of it,” he pleads, but I have no intentions of listening.
I feel free, alive, and so damn sexy right now. I slowly unzip the dress, and it drops to the floor for me to step out of it. I reveal my red, lacy underwear with the garter belt holding up my stockings. The gun holster is still attached, and I slide it up a little higher to tighten its grip on my leg. Hale’s eyes almost show a tormented gaze when he stares at the ensemble.
“Fuck,” he grunts, and then the chains rattle as he struggles uselessly against them.
The door opens, and I turn to see Clay stepping inside.
“Whoa,” he almost startles out, and then a wry smirk comes to his face as he sits the medicine on the edge of the table.
“You can watch or you can go, but if you interfere, I’ll make you pay,” I threaten, and he has to stifle a laugh.
“Clay, no… don’t you fucking leave me here,” Hale panics, but Clay just snickers harder as he returns to the door.
“Sorry, but you heard her. I sure as hell don’t want to watch.”
“Damn it, Clay. She’s not her right now. Fucking help me already,” he blares.
“You’ll be just fine,” Clay chuckles out even louder, and then the door closes behind him.
Hale’s eyes seem panicked as he turns back to face my dark, dangerous ones, and I resume my floorshow by tugging his pants a little farther down.
“Araya, please stop,” he almost whimpers.
“You sound like you don’t want to, but there’s evidence to support the fact you do,” I provocatively tease while freeing his erection from his pants.
“Fucking shit,” he breathes as my mouth slides over it, and then I swirl my tongue around the tip to add a more daring tease to the play.
“Please don’t do this,” he whimpers again, and I withdraw to speak.
“Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll stop. I swear,” I taunt to mock his words from a couple of weeks ago.
“Damn it, Araya. Stop. Just take your medicine, and then we’ll do this the right way if you still want to,” he promises with empty endearment.
“You don’t want me anymore,” I pout, and then my teeth threaten to break the skin on his leg.
“I do want you… so fucking bad… just stop right now though. Okay?” he says softly, and I feel as though he’s treating me like a child.
I’ll show him how very childlike I’m not.
My lips kiss the inside of his leg before trailing back over to his firm piece of heaven, and my mouth takes its place once more as I take him to the back of my throat.
He groans out with the guilty pleasure he’s feeling, and then I quicken the rhythm while squatting in my crouched position rather than kneeling in front of him. He groans again and hisses between his teeth each time I execute the seductive ploy perfectly.
“Fuck,” he breathes out louder, and I feel him swelling all the more.
My hands grip at his hips as I continue the fervent pace, and his legs tighten as the warmth fills my mouth. I swallow very deliberately while standing back up, and his burdened eyes still show the delight he just received from that enticing little number.
“You had so better remember you chained me up,” he grumbles, and I pucker my lips at his ungrateful attitude.
“I thought that would make you want me,” I murmur, and my lips move across his stomach while my blood bringers emerge.
“I do, but I need you to take your medicine first,” he shakily replies, and I know he can feel how dangerously close I am to breaking the skin and forcing him to comply.
“I don’t want medicine. I want you inside me,” I seduce, and he shakes his head as if he’s hurting. “Why don’t you want me?” I pout again.
