AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“No,” I whispered, and the chains squeezed.
His fingers played over my bound breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples. They hardened into peaks and he rubbed them more with the flat of his palm. “You are such a liar.”
I bit my lip. “I never lie.”
The chains tightened even more, sliding between the lips of my vulva and lifting my ass. I moaned.
His gaze was dark and hooded as he watched me.
The chains loosened, and I breathed out in a rush.
His hand slid between my legs, stroking through my folds. Pressing his hand to me, he tapped his fingers against my clit. Each tap sent a wave of pleasure through me, and I gasped.
“Lie back,” he said, that air of command in his voice, and I did.
He pushed my legs apart and kneeled down between them.
I watched him, wide-eyed and waiting.
He leaned over and kissed my clit.
I moaned.
“You’re so tender here,” he said. He continued to stroke and suck as he explored my sex. He pressed his thumb against my clit and rubbed it back and forth.
Pleasure surged through me and I circled my hips. “Oh, god,” I murmured, and I’d completely forgotten the chain spell. It tightened around me, pulling my body into a bow, breasts out, back arched. I moaned.
Tripp chuckled. “Not a god yet.” He backed up, watching me as I wriggled against the spell. “But you certainly are a pretty little present for me, all wrapped up.”
Leaning down, he scooped me up then carried me across the room. He kicked the door open and marched us into the bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and with a murmured word, a soft glow came from the lamps on either side of the bed.
Tripp waved a hand, releasing the binding spell, and the golden chains dissipated into the air.
The bed was old-fashioned and large, the headboard lined with posts. Tripp rummaged in a drawer and came back to the bed with a cord in his hands. He wrapped it around my wrist and then threaded it through the headboard. Then he wrapped it around my other wrist.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He just smiled, tugging the cord tight, and my arms raised above my head. After checking that I was secure, he stood and stripped and tossed his clothes against the wall. He stood tall and straight before me. I traced the outline of his muscled chest, his washboard abs, and down to the V of his pelvis. His cock was long and hard in front of him, and I wiggled my hips in anticipation.
He climbed into the bed with me, lying alongside. Running his fingers over my skin, he examined me from head to toe. He kissed everywhere that he found an indentation caused by the chain—across my shoulders, over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, my sex.
While he did so, he kept his skin inches from mine. I tried to move over closer to him and he swatted my thigh with the palm of his hand.
“Be still,” he murmured, rolling me over and inspecting my back and my ass. My arms strained against the cording but he didn’t release me.
“Tripp,” I gasped as his fingers parted my ass and kissed my apex. “I’m fine, really.”
“Oh, is that what you thought I was doing?” he asked as he stroked his fingers between my legs. “Seeing if the spell injured you?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I wasn’t,” he said, running his fingers over my ass. “I was wondering if next time we should make it tighter.”
I groaned into the mattress.
He turned me back over, and I sighed at the release of the pressure on my arms. He stroked his fingers down my chest, starting at the collarbone and working his way along the sides of my breasts and across the nipples. He pulled each nipple into his mouth, sucking gently then harder. Then he moved away, watching me.
I arched toward him, lifting my chest and pleading with my eyes.
