His fingers were swift and before she realized her situation he had bound her wrists together behind her back. Soon, a second scarf drew her elbows together just below her shoulder blades and a third, robbed her of her sight.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork and watched her shoulders rise and fall with every breath she took. He took her hair and brushed it to one side of her body with his hand, exposing her neck. He leaned close and his warm breath caused her skin to prickle. Gooseflesh formed on her arms and back and she let out a sigh as a shiver trailed down her spine.
He drew the back of his hand over her shoulder and down her arm. He watched as she began to tremble.
“Breathe,” he softly admonished her before brushing his lips along the nape of her neck.
She tilted her head back until it rested against his chest. He sunk his teeth into her neck, careful not to break the skin. The vibration of his lips and soft moan sent electricity to every sensory gland in her body. She was instantly aroused.
Her nipples, though inverted, throbbed and ached to be caressed. As if he could read her mind, he reached around her torso and cupped her breasts. He then pinched her nipples softly and nibbled at her ear.
“Are you ready to be devoured?” he asked.
Her voice caught in her throat and she nodded to accentuate the unintelligent sound that emanated from her throat.
“I said, are you ready to be devoured?”
“Yes sir,” she responded, this time finding her voice.
What happened next was a whirlwind of both motion and emotion, as she found herself bent at the waist leaning over his desk and his hand pulling at the crotch of her black-laced panties. She let out a gasp when she felt, and heard, the fabric tear before he placed the spongy head of his cock at the entrance to her sex.
“You know I love you, right?” he asked as he held his desire at bay.
“Yes, sir.” Her voice was soft and meek.
“Good,” he said. “Now, don’t forget that, because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
