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Leaving me with that thought, he strolled off to his cabinet. When he came back he had a second slim bar in his hands.
What the hell was he going to do with that?
He unhooked me, lowering my arms. My shoulder ached, but it felt good, like a long workout or a sports massage.
Armand gestured at the floor. “On your hands and knees.”
Swallowing my nerves, I lowered to my knees. The carpet was thick under my bare knees. I put my hands out to balance myself, moving awkwardly within the restraint.
I saw his shirt drop to the floor. Then he squatted in front of me, and lifted my chin with one finger. With a swift move he brought a glass to my lips. I looked into his eyes as I sipped gratefully at the cold water he offered.
“Enough?”
I nodded. He took the glass away. When he returned he’d shed the rest of his clothing. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at his magnificent body.
A moment later he stepped behind me and his hands enclosed my ankles, hauling them apart. I felt him move the cold metal under my feet. He moved my legs further apart before he tied my ankles in place.
I muttered incoherently when I realized how exposed my rear end was, every part of it on display to him. Squirming—with my head hanging down and my hair obscuring my face—my body reacted, my sex tightening. When it did, moisture ran down between my folds, which only made my situation worse. I tried to move forward to gain my equilibrium, but the friction of the carpet on my knees made me realize just how useless my attempts were. I swayed, my breasts dangling lewdly.
“Please,” I begged, desperate for him to take control of me and bring me release.
He walked around me, surveying the scene. At first I cared about how I must look, but then his gaze on me while I was so vulnerable and helpless made me burn up with longing, and I didn’t care anymore. I thrust my pussy out between my open legs, lifting my hips in the air, needful and restless and apparently now shameless.
Armand whispered words of approval in French. I could scarcely breathe. When he circuited me again his cock was at full stretch, its crown gleaming. He seemed able to ignore it, while he took his time studying my body. Wasn’t that what I had wished for, though, to be lewdly displayed just like the bondage queen in the photo? Well, she’d got off lightly. He’d pushed me in a different direction altogether. Confronting my shyness about my body he’d put me in this position, arms and legs apart, every part of me exposed and vulnerable.
He paused in front of me and when I looked up at him, curious, he rode his fist up and down his hard cock. His jaw was tight, his eyes narrowed. The tight muscles of his abs were standing out, his belly a hard rock of tension.
My mouth watered for a taste of him. “May I…may I taste you?”
His eyes glittered, his eyebrows drawn down as he concentrated. His only response was to direct his cock head to me. Rising up on my knees, I first rested my cheek against the hot surface of his shaft, moving my face against him adoringly. Then I licked him, eagerly absorbing the fecund taste of his cock. When I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, he growled in his throat. Taking the swollen head into my mouth, I closed my eyes and sucked, my tongue lapping around the head before I shifted and took as much length into my mouth as I could.
“Enough.” He pulled free.
I felt his hand on my back, directing me to my former position, on hands and knees. I wavered, panting for breath, but lit up with the knowledge that he was going to mount me now. At my back, I heard him rip open a condom packet. All of it impacted on my senses, making me restless as an animal in my restraints, my body undulating, pussy pushed back and out expectantly.
“You want this?” He let me feel the weight of his cock against my hot niche.
“Please,” I begged. “Desperate for you.” I hung my head.
He entered me, giving me a couple of inches, then held back.
Tears smarted in my eyes.
“What do you need?”
“You,” I whimpered, moving my hands uselessly within the restraints.
He gave me another inch. “What do you really want…what is your most basic need at this moment?”
“But…”
“Say it, admit it.”
“I need to come,” I blurted. “But only because you put me in this state!” I shot that over my shoulder. I had to say it, to blame him, because it was true.
Armand laughed softly. He stroked me at the base of my spine, soothing me. I felt affection in his touch. Then he held my hips, and—mercifully—gave me his full length.
He drove into me with more caution than before, seemingly aware of how sensitive I would be, but once his cock was bedded deep within me his hands roved over my buttocks and he pulled them apart, his thumbs stroking over my exposed seam.
