He kept his composure, or rather worked hard on achieving it.
My teeth dug into his flesh and I felt him tense all over. I bit. I sucked, then I nibbled. The flesh on his neck was tender, and even in the darkness I could see a slight redness. I moved a finger over it and “mmmd”
He shifted.
My mouth moved to his ear. “You mark easily,” I breathed, pressing my body into his. His hands were still pinned behind his back.
“Mmm,” he nodded.
“Anyone going to see your neck tomorrow?” I teased, nibbling behind his ear.
He chuckled, eyes still closed, and pulled at his wrists a little but I tightened my hold. “I work tomorrow…”
I moved my mouth down to his collarbone. “I’ll stay out of sight…” I hissed, clutching his skin between my teeth.
His whole body pressed onto mine and he moaned, “That’s fine…”
I pinned him hard to the wall.
It was a big, alcove type area, and I knew it was stiff and uncomfortable. He shifted but I used my knees on either side to pin him.
Between bites I whispered, “Is that too uncomfortable?”
His eyes were shut, “I can handle it,” he breathed. I could feel his body moving painfully against the wall.
I pulled and in a fast move pinned his wrists above his head and whispered, “Lift your head up so I can get to your neck. Hold still. And don’t open your eyes.”
My grip was tighter this time, tight enough around his wrists that I knew he could feel a serious edge in my moves. He tested the virtual bonds then held still.
Even when I moved my hand down his body and he twisted, arching his back, he still kept his hands unmoving and in my other hand, holding his crossed wrists above his head.
I wanted more. “Let’s go to my car,” I whispered. “Unless you’ve had too much for one night.”
He shook his head, eyes closed. “No…I’m fine….let’s go.”
Acceptance.
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